Kinktober 2020; Day 9. Porcupine

 Pete was a prickly sort of guy. Good looking enough but hard to get close to. Most people bounced hard off his gruff exterior. Porcupine Pete, they called him around the office but I sensed there was more to him than that. So, when he tried to push me away I kept trying to get closer. Slowly I chipped away at his shell until we became first friends and then lovers. 

Only then, in the comforting darkness of our bed, was he able to fully open up to me. He told about his life, how he'd never felt comfortable in his own skin. How he'd slowly come to realise that he was not the man he presented himself to the world as. How, unable to admit the truth to anyone he had shut himself off from others afraid to let anyone in that might force him confront the lie he was living. 

I held her in my arms as she dropped her last defenses and said out loud for the first time the secret she had been destroying her all these years. She was a woman, she might have a male body but that didn't change who she truly was.

I laughed and kissed her deeply. At last I could share my gift with her, the same gift that had freed me from the same trap all those years ago. Power flowed out of me and into her remaking her body until it finally matched her beautiful soul.

After that night no one ever called her Porcupine Pete ever again. Instead, she was Petra, my sweet affectionate kitten and she always would be.