The Imaginary World of Deone Kirk

My love was doomed from the start.   She only ever loved one thing.   I remember sitting under the stars at the ripe old age of fifteen staring up at the universe.   She filled my ears with facts and her dreams of the future.   My arm was touching her and to me it felt hotter than the sun.   I was conscious of every breath of wind that played with her hair.   When we kissed even though she was looking at me it felt like she was looking at the stars in my eyes. Credit to Molly Mccauslar at https://mollinda.deviantart.com/ We grew apart.   I couldn’t handle being second place and she let me go.   There was somewhere she needed to be.   I became entranced with the building blocks of the universe.   My studies took me inside what made us what we are.   I never expected our paths to cross again.   I didn’t expect this. The request from Exocom was simple.   They needed humans capable of surviving long deep spa...

I’ve always felt like a stranger in my own body.    When I run I always felt like there was so much more I could do.   So day after day I trained obsessively.   My hair became a hinderance, so I cut it off completely.   My body whilst made up of taught muscle it still felt wrong.   Day by day my breasts grew to the point where running became painful.   I took to painfully strapping them flat.    No matter how much I hated the constant struggle with my growing femininity I bore it. I thought I am strong and I can get through this because no matter who I am on the outside the person I am inside is made of steel.   At least that’s how I felt at the time.   I suppose you could say that day broke me. The part I remember most is how beautiful she looked with fear and sadness echoing out of her eyes.   Those eyes that had always looked at me with adoration.   She used to smile up at me with praise every time I wo...