without their brazen muscles to hold it down. He knew he would have a terrible time getting the shoes off at home and then he'd have to wear little pink band-aids all day. He hoped they still had the little red heart-shaped ones. If not, he'd be very disappointed.
"Monica?" He called her name before he'd even swung open the iron bars across the door. Once the wrought-iron frame swung out of the way he heard the little black wooden door behind it fly open and he stood staring up at her mass of brown curls from where he stood on the stoop.
Glowering down at him she shook out her mane of hair and bared her teeth.
"You're wearing my shoes again," she accused, stabbing down at them with one finger. "I hate when you wear my shoes! You get your smelly foot gunk all in them and then I smell like you for days."
Climbing to the top of the stoop he maneuvered his way around her and into the two-story townhouse sandwiched between two identical homes, one in which an old gay couple lived and one where a transvestite practiced his Broadway acts all day in hopes of catching a big break. Marty had only made out with him once and he'd admitted to Monica later that he'd tasted of mashed up tobacco and afterward the guy admitted he was straight anyway. Marty kept telling him he was straight to, he'd simply been born in the wrong body and as a girl he was attracted to other men. When he glanced at Monica he wasn't really sure which it was anymore.
"Do you think I'm a straight female trapped in the wrong anatomy or a lesbian caught in some sort of bizarre curse-blessing of a body?" He asked Monica, sliding out of her shoes with a grimace and sitting down at the kitchen table where a peanut butter and jelly sandwich sat waiting for him.
"I think you're an indecisive asexual organism trapped as a human being, trying desperately to get back to your amoebic self." She sat across from him and bit into her own sandwich. Each was cut out in the shape of a dinosaur, though he noticed his was missing its head.
"Would you sleep with me if you were an asexual amoeba?" He licked some stray drops of grape jelly off his pinky. Monica shook her head.
"You know I don't sleep with anyone," she told him before disappearing
"Monica?" He called her name before he'd even swung open the iron bars across the door. Once the wrought-iron frame swung out of the way he heard the little black wooden door behind it fly open and he stood staring up at her mass of brown curls from where he stood on the stoop.
Glowering down at him she shook out her mane of hair and bared her teeth.
"You're wearing my shoes again," she accused, stabbing down at them with one finger. "I hate when you wear my shoes! You get your smelly foot gunk all in them and then I smell like you for days."
Climbing to the top of the stoop he maneuvered his way around her and into the two-story townhouse sandwiched between two identical homes, one in which an old gay couple lived and one where a transvestite practiced his Broadway acts all day in hopes of catching a big break. Marty had only made out with him once and he'd admitted to Monica later that he'd tasted of mashed up tobacco and afterward the guy admitted he was straight anyway. Marty kept telling him he was straight to, he'd simply been born in the wrong body and as a girl he was attracted to other men. When he glanced at Monica he wasn't really sure which it was anymore.
"Do you think I'm a straight female trapped in the wrong anatomy or a lesbian caught in some sort of bizarre curse-blessing of a body?" He asked Monica, sliding out of her shoes with a grimace and sitting down at the kitchen table where a peanut butter and jelly sandwich sat waiting for him.
"I think you're an indecisive asexual organism trapped as a human being, trying desperately to get back to your amoebic self." She sat across from him and bit into her own sandwich. Each was cut out in the shape of a dinosaur, though he noticed his was missing its head.
"Would you sleep with me if you were an asexual amoeba?" He licked some stray drops of grape jelly off his pinky. Monica shook her head.
"You know I don't sleep with anyone," she told him before disappearing
