Babalon’s Curse 8

“Fuck it. I’m doing it.”

Steven took a breath and went to knock on her door. Drew watched and grew annoyed that he would even think of talking to that woman again. He was already angry over the whole situation that Janie put him in. He hoped that she wouldn’t open the door.

“Why am I not surprised,” Janie greeted unamused.

“I know you don’t wanna see me, and I’m terrified of being here. But despite it all; you’re the only one that can help me with all this.”

“Help you?”

“Help me… be a female.”

She just kept staring.

“I don’t know shit about my bra size or dresses and shit yall wear.”

“Who said you had to wear a dress‽ Have you ever seen me in one? You’re still just a typical man, who doesn’t know shit about being a woman.”

“The fuck are you doing, Steve-o‽”

“I know! You’re the only one I know, please, I can’t ask another fe—woman. You did this to me, the least you could do is help me be a good one.”

“But you won’t ever be. You’re just a whore for dick, a poor excuse of a woman, you’ll never be a real woman, just one part time.”

“I know I’ll never be loved, probably never have a period, or a kid, but I’m accepting it, okay? I’m not asking for friendship, or nothing. I have nobody to turn to and I feel like you care a little. I just need to be pushed in the right direction.”

“You think I care in the slightest?”

“I don’t think you’re a bad person, just people like me just make things harder for you. I can’t be the person you hate anymore, and you said it more than once, that we could’ve been different, now you made me different.”

“It’s getting late, Steph.” She looked at the sky.

“I’ve been feeling her inside of me ever since last night, I’ve been crying nonstop, and all the things she knew and remembered when I wasn’t there… is in here now. I’m begging.” He started crying. “I’ll… I’ll take another demon gangbang. I just feel like you’re the best example to learn from.”

“You’re so desperate it’s funny. I might think about it, don’t call me, I’ll call you. Night Steph.”

Drew watched the door shut and him wiping his eyes get in his car and drive off.

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Back at Stevens place, Drew tried to keep a neutral expression for Stevens case.

“Is he… okay,” Calvin asked.

Drew just looked at him.

“Okay, I’m getting in the shower now.”

“You okay, Steve-o?”

“I’m fine, man. Just still processing.”

“You want burgers or something, have you ate,” Drew asked.

“No I—sure, whatever’s fine.”

Drew watched him go to the bathroom, waited for the shower to start.

“What took so damn long?”

“He had to talk to her, is what.”

“Why‽ What could he possibly say to her?”

“I don’t know. I was in the car. They talked, when he went to his car, he looked like he was crying. He ain’t say shit to me or look at me.”

Calvin just sighed and threw his arms up.

“He’s hungry, I’m hungry, I’m getting food.”

Steven sat in the shower and thought, thought about what to do about his friends, when he’s Stephanie again. He understood how Drew felt and something told him, with how long and well he knew him; he would be good to him, and maybe he should trust him, not to date, but to be his go to, since he hasn’t actually changed at all since this happened.

Drew had went back over Janie’s and knocked on the door.

“God damn it, Stephanie,” she yelled before opening. “Why are you—who are you?”

“I’m Drew.”

“Are you Stephanie’s friend from earlier?”

“Yeah, that’s me.”

“One of his dude bro buddies. What do you want?”

“I want a cure, he’s suffered enough already.”

“A cure? Suffered enough? Do you know what his body count is?”

“We get pussy, so… a lot…?”

“Do you hear yourself? I’m sure you know why I did it, and here you are telling me you’ve used many women.”

“Like chicks don’t do it?”

“They do it because you do it.”

“I’m not about to argue about who likes sex the most, or whatever, but he’s miserable and you need to cure him.”

“Duh. He’s supposed to be! It’s a punishment. So no, I won’t.”

“I can’t keep seeing him so fucked up over you, just because you don’t agree with how we live. We’ll let everything go if you just give us the cure. Life’s full of stuff we don’t like, it’s just how it is. Cope.”

“Yeah, you’re right. Being cursed to be a whore is just life for him, so cope. Wait… you fucked her, didn’t you? Why are you upset when she’s the easiest lay you’ll ever get?”

He scowled and she chuckled.

“Guys like you always go on about bros before hoes… what’s it like when your bro is a hoe? He already was one, but what’s it like when he’s a hoe you can actually fuck‽”

“Watch it!”

“Watch you fuck her? I’ll pass. But I can picture it. I bet you feel so bad, so dirty for doing it! Does it make you wonder?”

“Why was he crying earlier?” He tried to ignore her teasing.

“Because he’s full of magic estrogen.”

“Seriously!”

“You know us women; if we’re not up to your expectations and desires, then we’re crying and nagging for something. He wanted help, something I don’t care to give. Why would I want to make life easier for her?”

“So he’s fucked a few chicks? You’re just mad because he didn’t wanna fuck you, that you’re all scrawny and ugly. So you go all overkill. You’re just fucking vindictive and pathetic!”

“And this is how you ask for things? Have a good night.” She went to shut the door.

He shoved it open. “I’m not going anywhere without that cure.