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transfem mary / larry

nsfw but i put my heart and soul into it. Sorry if you guys don’t likw the borders i don’t have any others in hand rn actually no I LIKE the border!

Todays the day, she's going to tell him.

Not many people know about Mary being transgender, only the headmaster and her doctor know. None of her classmates suspect anything either, they brush off her not swimming (the headmaster always seems to call her on the monitor during swim lessons. Mary has too much anxiety when it comes to tucking.) and how her voice can get deeper when she’s angry. (Her chest is a less noticeable feature, but she likes her boobs regardless, although small they’ve developed mainly due to her taking doses of estrogen. She likes looking at them, she likes wearing bras.)

Mary prides herself on how feminine she looks, nobody could tell that she was transgender, and ultimately that made her feel even more nervous about telling her boyfriend. Larry has a right to know, in fact, she should’ve just told him from the beginning but…when he looks at her with a rosy face and soft brown eyes…Mary can’t bring herself to do it. She just can’t bear to lose him, to never kiss him again, to never hold his hand, it sickens her, the thought of him leaving. Nonetheless, she feels guilty for lying to him, for not giving him the full truth.

So she sits on the living room couch, her knee bouncing anxiously as she waits for Larry to come home. Larry likes reading so he stops and reads there once school gets out, if he's not at home, shopping, or monitoring the hallways, he’s at the library. Larry truly is a nerd, a nerd with a 3.8 GPA who she loves very much. Mary likes how nerdy he is if anything, watching him stop and clean his glasses is oddly cute. Sometimes, on lucky occasions (in Mary's case), Larry will fumble with the glasses cleaning packet and drop it. He’ll bend over and Mary will get a perfect view of his backside. (in her defense, Larry has a really nice ass…)

All of that could be taken away, all because Mary was stupid, an idiot, an idiot who should've told him at the start! She’s still quietly self-loathing when Larry finally comes back. And, when Larry opened the door, he didn’t expect to find his girlfriend staring blankly at a blank TV. Marys completely still now, staring blankly as her mind gnaws at her. Somethings wrong and Larry doesn’t have to look twice to know.

“Mary?” Larry says softly, Mary jolts from the sound of his voice.

What happened?

“Is everything okay?” He asks, he barely gets the sentence out before Mary responds.

“We need to talk…” Mary huffs out, almost as if she's out of breath. She blinks away the oncoming tears, biting her lip. He nods, feeling his heart drop in his chest as he sits on the couch next to her.

“What's wrong?” Larry gulps, he’s sweating, more than usual (because he's always sweating, especially around Mary, somehow, Mary doesn’t mind holding his sweaty hand.) Did Mary decide that suddenly he wasn’t what she wanted? What did he do? How can he fix it? What—

“Its—Its about me…um…” She starts, feeling the way her body trembles, she hates it. “I was—wasn’t being very honest and there’s something you should know…” Mary looks over at Larry, it’s getting harder to hold her tears back especially as he looks at her like that. Understanding, compassion, care, love, she doesn’t want to watch that morph into hate.

“Larry…I’m—” Her voice cracks pitifully and Mary cringes, grasping her arm for comfort. “I’m trans okay?”

Larry blinks, and he speaks instinctively. “What?” He says blankly, his voice somehow devoid of the shock he's feeling. Mary? Trans? Wow- Really? Larry expected almost anything but that.

If anything, Larry can’t really bring himself to care that much. She’s transgender, but she’s still a girl regardless, she's his girlfriend, and he’s her support system right now. Unfortunately, Mary takes his shock as a bad sign, because she chokes on her neck words as tears roll down her freckled face. Her apology instead comes out as a broken sob. Larry's heart sinks.

“Oh no baby that's not what I meant—” Larry says quickly, he practically snatches her, pulling her into his arms. “Its—Its okay.” He whispers, he's smaller than his girlfriend, so she clutches him against her chest. “I’m just g-glad you told me” Larry adds, but it's a bit muffled, Marys holding him to her chest (had she not been crying, Larry would have blushed.) like he’ll disappear. And even when she calms down, she's still holding him. After a while, Larry pulls back and Mary releases him. Her mascara is smudged, dried tears on her face. Larry winces from the sight, he doesn’t like seeing her sad. Who would?

He reaches into his bag, pulling out a couple wipes. Larry straddles her, wiping off the makeup and dried tears, it takes him a few wipes but he feels a sense of calm when he finishes.

“Does…” He wonders softly, “Does anyone else know?”

Mary bites her lip again, hissing as she feels the sting of it. She must have bit it too hard, judging by the metallic taste of blood in her mouth. So instead, she chews on her cheek, but immediately that starts to bleed too. Sometimes she forgets how sharp her teeth are, just like she forgets how strong she is. Crescent marks litter her arm where she grabbed it a bit too hard.

I’m such a stupid stupid girl.

“Mary…” He tries again, “It's okay…you can take your time…”

Stupid stupid girl.

“No.” She says, still a bit on edge. “Nobody but the headmaster and…and my doctor knows” She doesn’t want anyone else to know, Mary already thinks she's a freak, she doesn’t need others thinking that too. She doesn’t know why she’s waiting for Larry to yell at her or call her names, knowing that he would never do that. Larry doesn’t yell at people unless he needs to, he’d never yell at her. His hand slowly tangles with hers, she almost laughs, he really does love her.

“Do you want anyone else to know?”

Mary shakes her head, she doesn’t.

“Do you think…” She falters, taking in a shaky breath, she hates the taste of blood. “that…that I’m a freak?”

“No,” Larry responds immediately, squeezing her hand. “You're not a freak. Your Mary, the top student of Purge University. The same Mary people gawk at, the same Mary every girl wants to be, the same Mary every guy wants. Nothing changed, You’re still Mary, my girlfriend. My beautiful girlfriend who’s confident, fierce, and intelligent.”

How does he always know what to say?

Mary's stomach flutters and more tears fill her eyes, that feels so good to hear, he makes her feel good. God, how did she end up so lucky?

“Thank you…” She whispers as warm tears fall down her face.

Larry wipes them away and in return Mary leans down and kisses him, intertwining both of their hands. When they break apart for air, Larry whispers;

“I love you, Mary.”

She can’t help but smile.

“I love you too, Larry.”

“You can do this Mary.” She tells herself, “You can do this…He’ll like it…”

She’s currently in their bedroom, a bag of…stuff sits on their bed—said stuff would be everything she needs for sex, lube, condoms, wipes, and even a vibrator. (She ordered this because buying it all in person would be…embarrassing.) Mary intends to surprise him, dressed in red lingerie. (which looks surprisingly good on her, besides it shows off her thick thighs, Larrys always staring at them anyways) She did spend an embarrassing amount of time determining if she should tuck or not. In the end, Mary decided not to, but her bulge was noticeable and she felt rather insecure about it. (it's not like she could just lie to herself and say her cock wasn’t above an average size—)

After about an hour of preparation, (which included Mary fingering herself to save them both from the embarrassment of doing so. She did want Larry to have her, after all, she was his girlfriend. Maybe she’ll have him later. The sight of her boyfriend bent over and begging is a sight she’ll have to see another day.) Larry came home. Anxiety prickled in her stomach as she heard him humming, she took a breath and calmed herself.

She could do this, Larry was head over heels for her, he wouldn’t be disgusted. Larry could never be disgusted when it came to her.

“Mary?” Larry called, “M’home” Larry placed down a couple of bags on the counter, just a few snacks for them, he’d planned the perfect movie date for him and his girlfriend. He couldn’t wait to surprise her with it (that’s if he could find her first), assuming that maybe she was just asleep, he went to check on her in their bedroom.

“Hey Mary—”

Larry stops in his tracks.

He's gifted with the ethereal image of his girlfriend dressed in silk lingerie. Her brown hair is down, face covered in simple makeup, just the way Larry likes it. Her bra is a velvet red with frills around the sides of it, in the middle, there's a bow that connects the piece. Freckles litter her bare arms, kissing down her waist perfectly. Her underwear is just as enticing, the same color as the bra except with bows on the sides. But neither are truly the main piece of the set, Larry's eyes feast on the black thigh highs she’s wearing. Almost transparent, they squeeze her thighs absolutely perfectly. Although he can’t see the freckles on her thighs, he knows they're there. (Larry wants to sink his teeth into her thighs so badly.) After staring at them for a respectful amount of time, Larry's eyes move up and they land on Mary's bulge which makes Larry's cock twitch painfully. His eyes immediately shoot down and he gasps, he's hard, like really hard.

“Larry.” She purrs, something stirs in his stomach.

Larry shudders as his soft brown eyes finally meet her own sharp ones.

“Are you just gonna stare pretty boy or are you gonna touch me?”

Larry blushes and awkwardly shuffles to her like the loser he is, she pushes him on their bed. Larry reaches for his glasses, but Mary stops him.

“I want you to see this clearly.” She whispers, holding his wrist.

Her hand is so warm.

Well. Larry wasn’t completely blind but…who was he to argue with the absolute goddess in front of him? His hands fall back to his side on the bed, he gives Mary a little nod, and she begins. Mary straddles him, first undoing his tie, and Larrys still utterly speechless as she undresses him. It’s fascinating to watch her work, Mary's especially good with her hands, he just wished he could actually focus on her rather than attempting to stop his brain from turning to mush. Mary enjoys staring at his skin, his chest is skinny but fit and she finds his nipples rather cute. When she finally gets to take his pants off, she can’t help but giggle at just how embarrassed Larry looks. He's staring down at his bulge like it personally betrayed him. She falls back, laughing.

“Larry, I haven’t even touched you yet.” She grins, it's a lighthearted jab, she almost can’t believe how exhilarated he makes her. Mary doesn’t even have to attempt to be seductive because he’ll find her attractive regardless. She’s enamored with him, and he’s enamored with her.

“M’sorry…” He blushes, looking to the side. “You're just…p-pretty…”

Mary's heart melts, now she’s suddenly feeling shy. Larry's hands rest themselves on her thighs, she shivers a bit from the warmth of his hands. She’s a woman now, and…Larry thinks she’s pretty. Larry thinks she's really pretty, pretty enough to kiss, pretty enough to hold, pretty enough to love.

Is this what people call gender euphoria because this feels really fucking good…

“Really?” She asked sheepishly, flushing a deep scarlet.

“Y-Yeah.” Larry responds huskily, once again, intertwining their fingers. Like the loser he is. “My pretty girl…” He purrs, Mary felt a wave of arousal in her stomach. She palms Larry's erection, making him let out a shocked gasp of pleasure.

“Oh my god…” Mary whines, the air felt hot and heavy and she wanted his touch so bad. “Larry, touch me.”

A flick switched in Larrys brain as he kicked his boxers off, he’s never been so hard before in his life nor has he ever been so in love with a person before. He wants to please her, even if he doesn’t know what to do or say, he still tries. Somehow, the words flow out naturally, and Larry can’t hold them back (nor does he want to).

“I stare at you often…” He whispers gently, moving in between her thighs. He instinctively moves to her neck, lightly nipping at the warm speckled skin. Maybe he wants to mark her or maybe he just wants to hear her gasp for him. Larry can’t decide on either with his hands on her waist, with newly formed bite marks down her neck and down to her shoulder. Maybe all those bites were overkill but he can’t help it; besides, Mary's squirming and panting in delight. He goes to pull away but she grabs his hands, placing them back on her waist.

“Mmh…” She pants. “One…One more? R-right here…” Mary guides his eyes to a specific place on her neck, her left hand lets go of his and wastes no time sinking his teeth into the skin. Mary whimpers, arching her back towards him. It takes Larry's breath away to see her like this, vulnerable, carefree, trusting, she looks gorgeous (doesn’t she always?)

“I think about all the ways I wanna touch you, make you feel good.” Larry groans deeply into her neck, “How should I touch you baby?”

“F-fuck me…please…”

Larry's body shivers in delight.

“Let me prepare you—” He says, pulling back from her.

“Already did…” She breathes out, although it's so breathy that Larry doesn’t catch it.

“Hm?” Larry hums.

“I already prepared myself…waiting for you.”

Larry smiles, he leans over and kisses her forehead, causing a burst of heat to swarm to Mary's face. Larry gives her an utterly lovesick look, it makes Mary ache for him more. But finally, Larry moves, untying the cute bows on her underwear, and slipping them off. Her hands feel like putty, nonetheless, she reaches behind her and unclips her bra, revealing her small but delicate boobs beneath them. And as predicted, Larry stops untying to focus on them like the absolute idiot he is. He only stops when she lets out a needy whine, apologizing as he finally finishes untying the damn underwear, slipping it off her.

Her cock springs out, and Larry marvels at how big it is. He’s never really…thought about bottoming but when his girlfriend has a cock that big; he can’t help but want to try it at least once someday. (He's got to be between those thighs first, he practically needs to be choked by them. It’ll satisfy something deep and strange in him.) Unfortunately, Larry can’t spend all day staring at his girlfriend's cock so his eyes move down to her perfect ass. He admires the freckles there before finally taking his boxers off, letting his own (painful) length free. He moves in between her legs, (Marys is much bigger than him, which he finds…hot) there's so much precum on his cock that they don’t even need lube. Larry stares at Mary, and in return, she stares at him back. Mary moves first, grabbing his face and pulling it down for her to kiss, he sputters as she litters his face with kisses. After making sure his head is hazy, she kisses him, to which he returns.

“Ready?” He asks, grabbing her legs and angling himself. Mary's attempts to speak but her throat refuses to get the words out; so she nods eagerly. She wants this, she wants him, he makes her feel good, cared for, and loved like the girl she is. Mary wouldn’t ever want any other, just him, because she loves him so much. This is their first major step in their relationship, she feels vulnerable but not weak. She never feels weak when she's with Larry; especially as he once again intertwines their fingers, pushing the hilt of his cock inside her.

Mary tenses up from the burn of the stretch, Larry whispers something she doesn’t hear from the beating of her own heart. It's too much, Mary squeezes Larry's hands and he slows down a little, shooting her an apologetic look. She grunts as he pushes again; suddenly a lightbulb goes off in Larrys head. His hand wraps around her cock causing Mary to let a shocked gasp. It doesn’t take long for Larry to fully push himself inside of her using this new method. Mary lets out short gasps and whines as he pumps her cock, she clenches around him tightly. Her cock is warm and practically throbbing in his hand; Larry bites his lip, to keep himself from coming too quickly he attempts to focus on thrusting.

The first thrust is experimental; as much as Larry tried to hold himself back; his cock still throbbed inside her. Mary let out a shaky whimper, bucking into Larry's hand, pre cum running down her cock. Larry felt the sudden urge to lean down and taste it, instead, he thrusts inside her for a second time. He moans breathily, she’s tight and warm, and her mewls of pleasure are music to his ears. He strokes her cock in time with his thrusts as they become more frequent.

Larry can tell Mary's close when she starts to writhe in his grasp, cock throbbing as she desperately pulls him closer. Her moans rise in pitch as the coil in her stomach starts to tighten. She arches her back off the bed, mouth open and eyes closed as she finally reaches her high. Her insides squeeze Larry's cock tightly, he whimpers from the sensation as she finally cums. Her cock shoots ropes and ropes onto Larry's stomach. Larry delivers a few rough overstimulating thrusts before cumming deep inside her. He moans in her ear, breathing wildly as his orgasm fades. Mary looks ravishing, defiled like this, with her face flushed pink, bite marks on her neck, and him deep inside her, He feels too close to her to let her go, so he readjusts his position so he can lay behind her (he rests his neck on her shoulder, sharing body heat), still buried in her.

Larrys not sure how long they stayed like that, connected like that. But he cherished every second, keeping her close until the sweaty and grimy feeling got to him.

“Mary?” He whispers softly behind her.

“Hmm…?” She groaned, a hint of sleepiness in her tone.

“I’m gonna pull out now so we can get cleaned up.”

Mary whines as Larry moves back, removing the warmth of his body from her. Larry gets up, kissing his girlfriend's head before going to run them both a bath. Mary begrudgingly gets up after him, walking on shaky legs to the bathroom. (Larry makes sure she gets there safely, walking closely behind her. He admires her as takes off her thigh highs) After confirming that she’s in the tub and awake enough to watch the water, he leaves to replace the sheets. He takes the stained ones and throws them in the washing machine, Larry then grabs the blanket from the closet, successfully completing his task of replacing the sheets. (Naked but not afraid)

Feeling proud of himself, he goes to join the bath with his girlfriend. Only to stop at the sight of her, she looks enchanting, and he blushes. Staring at her like an idiot until she gestures him over. The water is hot and it takes Larry a couple of moments to get used to the heat. But once he does, he practically sinks into the water. The two are both on separate sides of the tub, simply enjoying the presence of the other. They only start to bathe when Larry realizes they're both falling asleep. So, they clean themselves up, Marys drying her hair when Larry goes to put the sheets in the dryer. Now, he has to focus on the very hard task of getting his girlfriend to sleep.

“You’re tired sweetheart, cmon, let's get you into bed.”

“Don’t go…” Mary whines, grabbing his arm with such a strong grip that it makes him stop in his tracks. “Not tired.”

“I’m not going anywhere, okay?” He reassures her, she bites her lip and lets go of the grip on his arm.

“M’not tired” She mumbles again. Larry giggles, Marys so cute when she's sleepy. Mary looks at him, tired and irritated because he’s not taking her seriously. She gives him the best glare she can muster with droopy (stinging) eyes, although, she unfortunately yawns in the process. Larry holds back another giggle, sitting on the bed and gesturing her over. Mary yawns once more, practically throwing herself in his (warm and safe) arms.

“There you go…” He coos, pulling the blanket over them. Mary refuses to let him go (not that he minds or will ever mind), nuzzling into his chest. He takes a second to admire her calm face, she's always so tense, so focused, seeing her calm is something Larry adores (but there's so many things he adores about her, nonetheless this might be one of his favorites.) She's snuggled into him, her eyes are closed and Larry can hear her small breaths; he can see the rise and fall of her chest.

He falls asleep to the sound of his girlfriend's deep breaths.

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