Traitor
a short story
Traitor
by Ophelia Everfall
The girl was a fool. She’d told them over and over. Loving Mika wasn’t wise—she’d said it. They made it true by right of their will. Control was theirs no matter the cost. No matter the charge. No matter where it would send them to burn in hell for eternity.
Mika was right to call the girl a dweeb. They were. Mika was too but she’d pretend really hard to be cool. They had feelings for this girl but couldn’t really place them. It was fun. They’d like having them around when they needed company. Especially since they had no better options at the moment.
Also, the girl came with a benefit. It was her cock. She was a tranny.
Something in Mika knew she could be honest with the girl because they were so pure of heart and so told her straight up, right at the beginning of their friendship, that she’d been wanting to feel a real dick up inside her. They’d been thinking it time.
Mika had been exclusively dating cisgendered women and trans men because she was such a hound for pussy.
This girl was cool sometimes though. She liked her art a lot and talked politics better than her other friends who would be such fools. The girl was such a dork for her though. She was obviously in love. It was a lot.
There would be lies throughout the relationship. All going one way except for the manipulated, abused girl, relenting to not say or admit what had been demanded never be spoken. She wasn’t allowed to say I love you. Once, the request had been to not fall in love at all. After it had passed, the demand became to simply not thrust it on Mika untoward, to not pressure her towards something more or ever say the words, ‘I love you.’
While the girl hadn’t ever done any of that—only failing to deny herself the right to speak for the other entirely and suffer in agony of silence for how Mika seemed unaware of her love. They said all the worst things to the girl being so blind to how she felt in heart, treated her poorly, didn’t hold her as a true friend, Mika didn’t seem to see her at all—especially with how she’d reacted to a message that admitted the truth her heart felt needed speaking.
Actually, at first they told her it was okay. They called her that day and told her they understood and offered the girl a greatest relief to her heart.
Then something changed. They never spoke to her again except for admonishing her for not giving them space which Mika had asked for shortly thereafter.
Mika knew the girl was losing her mind and she didn’t care.
She’d gotten what she wanted. There were plenty of real women around. That tranny would be okay. They’d survive.
