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It was the sound of the alarm clock going off that awoke the two. Beca’s eyes fluttered open to be met with the sight of a pale stomach lined with bright red lipstick kisses. She trailed her eyes up the body she was laying on to see Luisa’s eyes shoot open in confusion, the woman tugging slightly at the handcuffs which held her to the bed. Beca sat up and reached for the keys on the nightstand, freeing her wife from their kinky fuckery. The alarm droned on, and it wasn’t until they had their good morning kisses that they realized what time it was. “Dude, it’s 8:50. Get your ass up!” Beca squeaked, picking a random shirt off the floor and pulling it on. Luisa rubbed her eyes quickly, hopped off the bed, and followed suit by throwing on her polo from the night before. Beca pulled on last night’s skinny jeans and ran into the hallway, furiously trying to button the damn things. She knocked on each of the children’s doors hurriedly and shouted, “Kids, get the hell up! We’re gonna be late for your first day of school!” Luisa clambered down the stairs, her giraffe legs tripping her up as she stumbled into the kitchen to pack lunches. Beca ran through each bedroom, trying to find Emma, and her paranoid state was solved when she ran past the breakfast bar where Emma was calmly finishing a bowl of cereal.
“Emma, you don’t have time to eat! You’re all leaving in negative six seconds before you miss this damn bus!” Luisa screamed, haphazardly throwing a box of oatmeal cream pies in Kaspar’s bag. The other two children came running down the stairs, Lucia fully dressed, Kaspar pulling on his shirt, and they scramble to pull on their socks and shoes in a timely manner. Emma chugged the milk from her bowl, set it in the sink, and walked over to the shoe cubby to grab her shoes. Beca was making sure everyone had what they needed for school as Luisa was stuffing their lunches in their backpacks, completely missing Kaspar’s. The three kids were hurried out the door and were running for the bus stop when Kaspar realized he didn’t have his lunch. “Mama! I don’t have my—hmph! Th-thanks,” Kaspar whimpered, feeling his lunch hit him square in the chest after Luisa ran out and lobbed it at him. He turned and continued running for the bus, Luisa’s “Have a good day at school!” already lost on him. Luisa smiled from ear to ear while she placed her hands on her hips and called to Beca, “It’s a new record, Maus! Nearly sixty feet!”
“Congratulations, but was throwing it at him really necessary?” Beca inquired, picking up the mess her wife made in her frantic attempt at packing lunches. Luisa laughed and went to Beca, finishing cleaning up quickly. Beca bent over to pick up an oatmeal creme pie off the floor and Luisa saw an opportunity to sneak up behind her. Luisa crept over to the bent over Beca and held the younger woman’s hips as she lightly pressed her own into them. Beca gasped and stood straight up, taking a step away from her wife and throwing the snack cake at her. Luisa chuckled at the spasms but proceeded to take Beca into her arms, placing her on the counter. The blonde tried to press a kiss to the shorter’s lips but was stopped by a finger. “No, no, no. You’re not going to pull that on me today. You know I have a meeting at ten,” Beca warned, pushing Luisa away slightly. “I’ll make this quick, I promise,” Luisa pouted. Beca saw the pleadingly wanting look in Luisa’s eyes, but knew she couldn’t so she kissed Luisa deeply and told her, “I know you will, but we have things to do.” Luisa whined, “I am one of those things to do. Please, Maus?” Beca knew she couldn’t say no to Luisa’s puppy eyes and while she knew she shouldn’t’ve, she had a quickie with Luisa right there in the kitchen.
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The three Meyer-Mitchell kids hopped off the bus, a new excitement fueling them as they got closer to the school building. Emma ran off with the older children to her more advanced classes while Lucia and Kaspar went to their own third grade class, staying close as to not get lost. They wandered the halls, eventually finding Miss Johnson’s classroom and walking into the millennial's color coordinated hell trap. They were told to find their seats after placing their backpacks in their designated cubbies and luckily Lucia and Kaspar were sitting near each other. All the students were seated and the teacher started attendance, Lucia stopping her when her name was called. “Lukas Meyer-Mitchell,” the teacher recited, oblivious to the yellow skirt the little girl was wearing. “Actually,” she raised her hand, “It’s Lucia. I use she, her, and hers pronouns, thank you.” The confession came as a surprise to most people in the classroom (for those who understood what it meant), especially the teacher, and when the teacher asked for an explanation, Lucia was glad to stand in front of her class and announce her gender identity.
“I, my fellow students, am transgender. That means I was born as one thing, but identify as another. It’s not that hard to understand really. I was born a boy, but I always felt like a girl. I finally told my family and they were cool with it, so you guys can be too.” Lucia revealed, straightening her skirt before sitting back down. The teacher had no idea what to make of the situation but at least attempted to call the little girl by her new name, stuttering, “A-Alright then . . . L-Lucia. That was very . . . helpful?” The class erupted in a collection of whispers as the brunette behind the desk finished roll call and introduced herself. Kaspar glared around the room at everyone, telepathically telling them all, “If you have a problem, you can take it up with me,” and stopped when he got to his best friend, Chad Michaels. He figured he wouldn’t have a problem with Chad, so he just smiled and moved on. The rest of class was just introductions to each other and a getting to know you activities, then came lunch. Lunch flew by in a blur of oatmeal creme pies and estranged glances at Lucia. The only one who was looking at Lucia in a way that wasn’t strange was Jesse and Benji’s hispanic daughter, Elisa Leia Applebaum. She was Lucia’s age, had Emma’s brains, English as a second language, and a deep passion for Star Wars brought about by her father.
She was a nice tan color and had beautiful hazel eyes with long dark brown hair; Benji was the biological father, a woman named Florencia Fuentes was her biological mother. Being raised by Benji and his husband Jesse, the little girl developed an acceptance of difference that put her’s above most of her peers’ moral codes. She could barely speak English, but that didn’t stop her from talking to Lucia as they were walking out to recess, smiling warmly at the taller blonde. The two hung out for a while, bonding over love for Lucia’s new skirt, before Elisa was invited to a game of four square with some other ESL kids. Elisa asked if Lucia could play as well since she could speak Spanish, and while everyone was reluctant to agree, they still let her play. The kids all bounced the ball back and forth, taking turns running to get it when it rolled away, and Elisa claiming title as the Campeón Cuadrado, or square champion. Lucia and Elisa were celebrating Elisa’s win when Chad Michaels came up behind the two and shouted at Lucia, “Hey, Tranny!”
The two girls froze and turned to face the antagonist, Lucia ready for a fight and Elisa ready to tell on him. Lucia glared at him sternly and took a step toward Chad, retaliating, “Excuse me, Chad. I hope you know that was rude.”
“Well, what are you gonna do about it, faggot?” Chad, who was rolling his eyes, growled. Lucia tried to keep a tough girl facade on like her mother had so many times before, but hearing such a derogatory term just broke her, becoming mildly scared. Her head turned towards the ground and she grew silent, the short girl next to her only getting red-faced with anger. Seeing that Lucia was beaten down slightly, Chad invaded her space and shoved her in the shoulders in the hopes of knocking her down to the ground. He succeeded after two or three shoves, Lucia refusing to make eye contact and Elisa balling her hands into fists. Elisa was trying to stay out of it, but she couldn’t stand by when Chad made a frontal offense in saying, “C’mon tranny! Fight back!” She pushed him off and ran to go get help. Chad was undeterred by this, kicking at and pulling Lucia’s hair. Elisa ran around in a frantic state, looking desperately for Lucia’s siblings, and finally came across the two at the basketball court. Kaspar dribbling a ball and Emma reading a book, avoiding getting hit. Elisa hurried to them and screamed, “Kasper! Emma! Somebody hurt Lucia! Help!”
This caught the attention of the two children as Emma’s head snapped up from her book furiously and Kaspar stopped moving entirely. Elisa nodded for them to follow her and ran back to where she left Lucia. When they got there, Lucia was curled up in a small ball, crying, and her lower lip was bleeding just like her pride was. She had some bruises on her arms from the pushing and marks on her shins from Chad’s Nikes. She refused to look at either one of them, but she did manage to whimper, “I-I’m sorry. I-I couldn’t stop him.” Emma and Kaspar helped her up, both pulling her into a hug. Emma nodded toward Elisa and whispered, “She’ll take you to the nurse. We’ll be in soon.” With that, Elisa helped Lucia inside to the nurse while Emma and Kaspar scanned the playground for the son of a bitch they would take down. When they spotted him, they ran at him with the force of a great typhoon, all the force of the raging rivers, mysterious as the dark side of the moon. Chad stopped playing when he saw the two approach him, anticipating another fight, and pretended he did nothing to harm Lucia. “Hello, Kaspar and Kaspar’s sister. What can I do for you on this fine day?” he smirked, playing dead with information. “My name is Emma Meyer-Mitchell. You hurt my sister, prepare to die.” the older girl spoke, cracking her knuckles.
Chad laughed at the smaller girl, stepped toward them both, and leaned down to say, “That tranny can go die.” Kaspar had enough and punched his fist at who used to be his best friend. Chad stumbled back and Emma swung at him too. Before they could get him more, Chad scrambled away and got to his feet, attacking them back. He went between them, thinking he could get them both, but they stepped out of the way. Kaspar caught the back of his shirt and pulled him back up, holding him by the arms. “I got him!” Kaspar yelled, indicating Emma’s turn to hit him. Emma stalked toward the boys and swung her small fists at them, hitting Chad repeatedly. She kept punching, all of her anger at his transphobia expressed through her fists. Kaspar held him down, Emma punched him, and some other kid snitched. Soon enough, a teacher was over to them and pulling them off of each other, keeping them separate. “You two to the office now! Somebody get Chad to the nurse! This is not a pleasant way to start the school year!” the teacher yelled, glaring at Emma and Kaspar. The two accepted their fate and walked to the office with a new sense of dignity.