(gender) pirate/ninja
page 4 of 8Anais ran down the escalator of the BART station, changing clothes as she fled. By the time Anais reached the ground below, he was a metrosexual vanilla man in his mid-twenties. But the pirate was still following him.
Anais lept over the turnstyle, distracting the attendant with four throwing stars and a razor-sharp strap-on. He darted to a six-car southbound train, quickly switching genders. When the doors closed, Anais was a FTMTF post-op pre-transition soft butch bi-curious lesbian service top switch. The gender pirate kept following, undaunted by the the changes, but the train sped away just in time.
"Every time you steal a new gender, you're making it worse for yourself!" shouted the pirate as the train sped off, "I can smell your crypto-heteronormative principles from miles away!"
Anais Ninja breathed easy for a while as the BART train sped away. No one around her knew she was a gender ninja. She switched trains and genders three times just to make sure she wasn't being followed, then headed toward the top secret ninja safehouse: a disco bowling alley.
The gender pirate was there waiting for Anais. He slipped quickly past the pirate and into the dim strobe-lit safety of the bowling alley. The disco was blaring from speakers everywhere. Anais was invisible. Inaudible. Disco bowling is pretty good for birthday parties, corporate events and second dates with someone you may want to sleep with but definitely don't want to look at or talk to. It's absolutely perfect, though, for ninja ambushes.
The pirate was relentless in his pursuit. Anais grabbed a glittery sixteen-pounder and attacked him from the shadows. They stood face to face.
And then it happened.