"Bun him, tek man pon him"

~Bun Him (Macka Diamond ft Black-er)

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Leanna was sweet. She smiled bright and genuine when she spoke and she only made light conversation with Bae and Kenya. She easily took notice of Bae daydreaming at her and she laughed it off, not in a sense of ridicule, but one of flattery. She even made the man tinge a shade of pink when she pointed out his drooling a second time.

There was no way of keeping his mouth shut when looking at her. A doll face and a plump curvy body to complement it. Even with a mostly flat rear and small chest, she was beautiful, that made her beautiful. He could see himself worshipping her on spot, he could see himself burning down a kitchen in attempt to make her the greatest meal in history. She was baffling, astounding, gorgeous... a goddess.

"Earth to Bae Min Jung." Kenya said waving her arm before his face, "she's gone, bro. Stop picturing blasian babies."

Blinking, he slowly turned his attention to his best friends, "but they are beautiful."

"Of course." She nodded, "are ya gonna finish eating or what?"

"I will never be full." He told her taking a deep breath, "do you think she'd go for younger men? Is she even straight or bi?"

Kenya only rolled her eyes at that and took up his half empty plate along with hers, "you might not be a whore, but you really are willing to risk it all off of a first glance."

"First glance?" he asked, "I've been married to Leanna White for the passed ten years in my head. I can't believe I can finally get to tell her. She's one of the biggest models in the Caribbean."

Having her face scrunched, she rose from her chair, "why do you even know so much about fashion and models?"

"I-," he started but he cut himself off and wavered his hand at Kenya, "you're the one pretending to be feminine. Update your feminine side, my guy."

Ken's eyes rolled at that, "I'd prefer you not give anyone here a reason to hate me and judge me."

"Sure thing, Kenya."

Already having the plates stacked in one hand, Ken took the other and slammed it into the back of his best friend's head. This only gained a hiss and chuckle from Bae.

He really did get on Ken's nerves at times, but Ken was just glad there was at least one person he could be himself around.

After leaving the dining room, Ken immediately began to wash the dishes and his mind slowly drifted off to younger days.

Ken already knew he had a softer voice. It was odd. A voice suited for any thirteen year old girl just had to find his vocal box. He hated it so much he intentionally went mute.

Kids his age were more than mean, and he was more than pissed and filled with loathing. He had no control over any physical aspects of his body, no control over what his voice would naturally become. Even when puberty hit, the deepest he got was to what some "masculine-ly" deep voices he had witnessed girls get picked on. And even so it wasn't enough for them to not laugh at him, to not bully him over what he wished he could alter.

It got worst when his nipple area began to ache and not too long after swell. Ken didn't even take notice of the size until he had to change at school after a match practice. It wasn't obvious, at least not until he lost weight. Being use to your usual image everyday didn't make it so easy to see the very second your chest was protruding breasts barely even a full inch off your chest. He had thought maybe the push-ups were giving him toned pecs. Maybe.

But of course, a self insecure kid had to point out his flaw before he could see it himself.

Ken became a laughingstock that day and luckily for his record in tracks he outran a beating that waited for him after school. There was no taking the school buss and he didn't even get to grab his book bag. The boy simply ran until he could hide, then he hid until he could go out.

When he got home that evening, he locked himself in his bedroom then stripped right to the skin. He examined his chest realizing how his pink nipples were a bit bigger than any other male's, how around it slightly swole, and they were surely tender when touched.

Teenage Ken didn't know what to do. His mother was understanding and she loved him throughout everything, but she was gone. The only person in their house hold that didn't look at him side ways because of the way he was born was dead. So who could he go to for help?

The poor kid became desperate for someone to talk to, for someone to understand him and help him. His father would probably be a good person to reason this out with. So after breaking down and showering, he went.

"What?" his father murmured. The man had his eyes glued to a football match on the television screen.

Ken only stood looking at his father, a dark skinned man with a set of thick, long dreadlocks sat atop his head in a man bun. He thought on the times he would get the cold shoulder from his father, but when his father's strong assertive voice told him to speak, his voice rushed out his words, "is it possible for a man to grow breasts?"

"What kinda fucked up question is that?" his father asked.

Fifteen year old Ken should've known to keep it quiet after that reaction, but he still went on.

One thing led to another, his father had hit him and started cursing, stating how much of an abomination his son was, how disgusted he was in himself to know this was what his seed came to be.

Ken hadn't seen his father ever since. Definitely did not want to either. He grew detached enough for that. And he couldn't help but laugh at the memory. The complete and utter lack of brain cells, the ignorance his father had. Total foolishness.

"Kenya?" Bernice's voice came from the kitchen entrance, "you didn't have to. I was about to come do it."

This had him shake his head, "naa, you cooked. This the least I could do. I'm almost finished anyway." He sighed as he rinsed the items one by one and turned them down in the tray.

Her footsteps could be heard nearing him and that had Ken taking a glance at her when she stood beside him, "you know... you're pregnant, a hardworking woman. You don't have to be constantly doing things. Take a breather here and there."

"It's simply washing dishes. Not me lifting a couch."

Ken shrugged, "which means it ain't much for me to wash em instead."

"... thank you." She suddenly told him after a brief silence. There was no answer to it though.

Bernice took in Ken's side profile as he continued to do the dishes. She leaned against the counter with her arms folded and her head tilted to the side.

Ken would make a perfect model. Was what she thought. The defined jaw, naturally bushy brows, small eyes and his light brown hair looked naturally healthy. His hair would do great in an upcoming hair commercial she'd have to shoot. The even mix of masculinity and femininity in him intrigued her. A part of her knew that was also a reason she accepted him. To give the chance to someone who wasn't already loaded with money and appointments, someone who wasn't spoiled or so use to fame they'd not take the job more seriously.

Kenya seemed humble enough. Then again, she wasn't so sure if she'd take it.

"Ya wanna ask me something?" Ken asked finally being done with the items and turned himself to look at Bernice who was clearly lost in thought.

She almost blushed at that and though her dark skinned wouldn't allow much evidence, her slightly widened eyes were enough, which had a light chuckle pass Ken's lips, "I'm sorry, it's just that you're staring. I have a habit of addressing things. I'm sorry if you weren't aware."

"I get lost in thought a lot." She practically whispered with a shy smile.

Ken unconsciously bit his bottom lip at that. He always liked shy women, especially the ones that weren't afraid to get loud when needed. Bernice was his type, he knew that, but he wasn't there for her and she was married... and Bernice didn't know he was even a he.

He didn't want to sound flirtatious one bit, but when he opened his mouth his tone dropped, "and what are you thinking about in that pretty little head of yours, Miss White?"

"Nothing." She smiled shaking her head, biting at her own lip, "if I can't find someone else I'll ask you. I don't want to take you from Aiden so soon for anything."

Running his hand through his wavy hair, he nodded as he blew out a breath, "fine with me... may I ask you something?"

"Yea man. Anyting."

"How much of my background did you really look into?"

"Past jobs, schools, addresses, achievements, Miss Octave. Didn't find anything illegal other than fake ID use and some underage drinking. You have a secret I need to know about?"

"Need? No." he answered, but leaned himself towards her just enough their forearms touched, "but if things change? Maybe. I promise you it's harmless to everyone but myself."

This had Bernice turn her body completely to him, her hand on its usual tummy placement, "lesbian?"

"Technically... you don't seem appalled. Aren't Jamaicans homophobic?" Ken asked when he didn't see her pull away.

The older woman laughed with the shake of her head, "to how mi usually pree woman my mada did convince mi a batty gyal before she see mi with Gio. I'm the least judgemental person you'll ever meet. Just be happy. Okay?"

"Are y-" he began to say, but someone came barging into the kitchen.

It was Leanna. She swung the refrigerator door wide and fished out a jar of grapes, "Niecy, we a go shopping after Aiden leave fi school and we ago get you some buddy in a the weekend a come. Me leave him fi put on clothes."

"I'll just go." Ken stated, stepping out.

Leanna's eyes followed him on his way out and as the door closed behind him, she turned to her older cousin, "you ever see a handsome woman yet? Cause honestly, Kenya low-key a confuse mi orientation."

"You just had to say that in front of her?" Bernice asked grabbing the grapes from her grasp and placing it back into the fridge, "and Lea, why every time you come you want me cheat pon Gio."

Leanna deadpanned with the attempted to re-enter the refrigerator for the grapes, but Niecy stepped before the door and cocked her brow at her little cousin.

Though the age gap was real, Leanna always carried herself as the older one, despite her being thirty-one and her cousin thirty-seven. Even when Bernice would be in her late teens Leanna would be the protective one of the two. She wasn't scared to get her hands dirty either. On her last visit, she had slapped Giovanni so hard, the man saw stars.

"Why you call mi yah if anuh bun yuh want give him? Eh?" Lea asked annoyed, "stop have the man a plough you like yam. Honestly, Bernie, mi love you but yuh really mek mi want kick yuh in a yuh back." Taking her cousin my the hand, she pulled her to the more open space of the kitchen and twirled her, "look pon yuh self! You successful, talented, smart, yuh a breed and still look like a whole bloodclaat meal. A full fucking course too. Appetizer, main dish, dessert. Everything. And you have yourself with a man where you give him car, house, land and business... and when him cheat yuh really kip him? If Aunt Silvie leave from Trinidad and come see you with this fuckry, she woulda hope she dead. You think she married the old white man fi him riches fi you send all a it back to a next white man?"

Bernice gave a tight smile, "that's why daddy leave her with the house in Trini. So I can live how I want to. He cheated once and he felt guilty to a point he had to tell me. Doesn't that say anything?"

"Well, if it's not so much of a big deal, why you still cry over it? Why you call me over knowing mi either ago tell yuh cheat or divorce him? See you already look like you ago cry deh!"

Niecy's eyes were teary as she looked down to her feet. She knew in herself she wasn't over what he did. Everyone could see it, but her trait of loyalty always kept her. Leanna had that trait to, but only to family. If a man ever stepped out of line she would quickly find a rebound and not care. Bernice knee she needed her little cousin to be the devil on her shoulder to give her that nudge she needed to finally go through with it. That was her main reason for calling her and she knew failure wouldn't be the option when directly appointed the job.

"Oi. Look pon mi." Her cousin demanded.

Sighing, she looked to her and wiped away the escaped tears.

Lea's hands held the sides of her neck as her face gave her the most reassuring expression, "if you want my help, say it and I will do it. Flat out tell me you want my help fixing your heartache and I will do it to the best of my ability. Do you want my help?"

"Yes, Lea... please. Help me finally cheat on Gio."

Those words were music to Leanna's ears. The most beautiful song too having her smile stretch to the widest grin Bernice had ever seen. It almost scared her, but a laugh burst from her when Lea sang the infamous lyrics to a Macka Diamond song and started whining her hips.

"Bun him, tek man pon him tek di car and van and run it!"