All the Trimmings
by Mat Twassel
Copyright© 2024 by Mat Twassel
Fiction Sex Story: High school student Eugene "writes" a paper for English class and four years later gets a valuable critique. Illustrated.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fiction Illustrated .
After school on the day before Thanksgiving, Eugene was up on the second floor of the library getting an early start on his homework so he wouldn’t have to worry about it over Thanksgiving vacation, not that two extra days off was much of a vacation. His English 11 assignment was to write a short story comparing animals to people. Eugene couldn’t decide what sort of animal he’d write about, but then a falling maple leaf fluttered past the window, and at first he thought it was a bird.
Eugene opened his laptop and prompted Microsoft CoPilot to write a story about a boy trying to decide what kind of bird he might be.
The Boy Who Dreamed of Wings
In a small town nestled between rolling hills and a shimmering lake, there lived a curious boy named Max. Max had a fascination with nature, always exploring the woods, streams, and fields around his home. One crisp autumn day, he wandered into the town library, seeking adventure in the pages of books.
As Max browsed the shelves, a worn leather-bound book caught his eye. The gold-embossed title read, “Birds of the World.” Intrigued, he pulled it down and opened it to reveal beautiful illustrations and fascinating facts about all kinds of birds. Max’s imagination took flight as he turned the pages, each bird more intriguing than the last.
He marveled at the majestic eagle, soaring high above the mountains with its powerful wings. “Wouldn’t it be amazing to fly so high and see the world from above?” he thought. But then, he turned the page and found the hummingbird, with its vibrant feathers and incredible ability to hover and dart in any direction. “Being small and quick would be so much fun!” he mused.
Max continued to explore the book, discovering the playful penguin, sliding on ice and diving into the ocean depths. “Living in a colony and swimming all day would be a blast,” he considered. Then he came across the wise old owl, with its keen eyesight and silent flight. “Imagine being able to see in the dark and hear the slightest sound,” he pondered.
As Max sat in the library, surrounded by the gentle rustle of pages and the warm glow of afternoon sunlight, he realized that each bird had something unique and special. He couldn’t decide which bird he wanted to be because he appreciated something in all of them.
In the end, Max closed the book with a smile. “Maybe I don’t have to choose just one,” he thought. “I can learn from all of them and find my own way to soar.”
With that, Max left the library, his heart full of dreams and inspiration. He decided to embrace his own curiosity and adventurous spirit, just like the birds he admired. And though he remained a boy, his imagination gave him wings, allowing him to explore the world with wonder and excitement, just like the birds in the book.
“Change the boy’s name to Eugene,” Eugene instructed CoPilot.
“Whatcha doin’” Jasmine asked.
“Nothing. Just doing this English assignment about birds,” Eugene said.
“Birds?” Jasmine scoffed.
“Birds are kind of neat,” Eugene said. “Imagine if you could fly.”
“Right,” said Jasmine.
“Sometimes I wish...”
“That you were a bird,” Jasmine finished. “Ha! If you were a bird you’d have to eat bugs. Or the eyes of dead animals on the highway. And you’d have a teensy bird brain. And if you were a turkey you’d get raised in a cage with tons of other turkeys, no room to move, and you’d be fed chemicals that made your breasts grow super big and you’d be so heavy you couldn’t walk, not that there would be any room to walk, and when you were four months old you’d get slaughtered and some stupid family would buy you and bake you in an oven and eat you. Be glad you’re not a bird. Be glad you’re a boy.”
“I hate you,” Eugene said.
“I love you,” Jasmine said.
Four years later, home from college for Thanksgiving break, Eugene and Jasmine nestled together in Jasmine’s childhood bedroom, having just spent much of an hour eating each other.
“You’re way better than bugs,” Eugene said.
“You’re way better than flying,” Jasmine said.
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