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Belle and I quickly exited my car, covering our breasts with our arms as best we could and ran to the back of the house, climbing the stairs leading to my new duplex.
Once inside, we headed straight to my cozy bedroom and I dug out t-shirts for us. After that first experience, I didn't want to leave again unless I had to, so I saw no point in going for a bra.
"Belle, we need to do something," I said as I pulled a university t-shirt over my head. "Even if you want to, you can't be with me to sacrificially take cock for me every time."
Belle pouted. "While I do like dick, I don't want it *all* the time," she agreed. "There has to be some kind of Rose clause or something that says homosexuals can't be completely fair game. Male roses are a thing. There's no way straight guy Roses are forced to take it up the ass."
"You might be onto something," I said as Belle fixed her hair. I left my room and went into the living room, finding my laptop sitting on a glass coffee table. I did a quick web search and found out that I had 24 hours from getting my rose marking to change my designation of sexual orientation. It would be a basic added bracket on both sides of the rose.
"Why the fuck wouldn't they tell you that? Why did you have to research it?" Belle asked, her face getting red with anger. She was one of the most excitable people I knew.
"This is just my theory, but I think it's a sinister move to keep me from knowing I have the right to set my sexual preference. They make way more money off of me if I'm fuckable to everyone." That the State would hide such important knowledge to my well-being and preferences was disturbing to me. "I know we just left, but I need to go back to the Office of State right now," I said, fishing my keys out of my purse.
"I'm with you," Belle said, my ever faithful best friend. After putting on my shirt that was a little too big for her, she fixed her hair into a messy ponytail with an eye cover like mine to hide the 'I,' which made her look like Lola Bunny, especially in her basketball shorts. Given that I was the lesbian, it was a little funny that she looked more butch than I did. I'm not saying that all lesbians are identifiable or have to look a certain way, but out of the two of us, nobody would guess it was me. That's also not to say I was butch-presenting. Straight guys hit on me all the fucking time.
Once we were casually dressed again and our hair fixed to hide our markings, we headed back to my car, not feeling like we had to run, given we were fully clothed this time. We left without bras, but the t-shirts were a small comfort.
My car was far from fancy, given that I was a lowly community college girl. It was a Chevy Impala, not a sexy muscle car Impala like on Supernatural. It was a 2010 Impala, forest green, and probably on its last legs.
Driving to the State Office, every car, every person we passed felt like an enemy. Every one of them was someone who could use me, defile me, for $25. Until I got my brackets, any man could scan my code and stick his disgusting cock in me, and the idea made me want to vomit.
Pulling into the first available spot, I broke out of the safety of my vehicle and jogged for the Office, feeling like at any moment I could be tackled to the ground and used. I wouldn't know a moment's rest until I had my brackets. I wasn't looking forward to getting groped and stripped by anyone with spare change, but I could begrudgingly live with that. The idea of going to class Monday, getting bent over and fucked was far too much.
I had to stop myself from bursting through the door. I patiently waited for the two people in line ahead of me to finish their business before the caseworker smiled upon seeing me. "Kate? Back so soon?"
"Yes," I said, trying not to take it out on her personally that she didn't tell me that my sexual preference mattered. "I want my brackets."
I half expected her to look mad, or to look caught in a lie or the dirty trap that this all was. Instead, I saw a relieved smile. "You did some more research, I see." At that point, Belle had finally caught up and stood next to me.
"Yes we did," I said, trying to contain my anger. "We did some research after I almost got fucked by two men at the grocery store."
"I got it instead," Belle grumbled, moving her hair long enough to show the caseworker the 'I' on her cheek. "Give her the brackets, please."
"You're easily within the 24 hour window. Come here," she said, leading Belle and I back to the same room where I was so clinically inked a short time ago.
I immediately sat back on the stool and brushed my black hair aside.
"I'm sorry you had a close brush, Kate," she said, sounding genuinely contrite. Then she turned to Belle. I'm sorry you paid the price." She pulled open a door and came back to me with two tattoos. "It's State policy not to tell unless asked about Preference Practices. It's fucking disgusting, cruel, and barbaric." She leaned in close to my ear and whispered as she applied the tattoos, "There's clearly a lot I disagree with, which is why I became a caseworker." She pulled back. "Because I've experienced what sucks about this."
I tried to force a smile, to show my gratitude as I felt the saving ink of the brackets slowly drying on my cheeks. "I hate this system, but I appreciate you," I said as she set up the little fan to dry my ink again.
"Now that you have brackets, there are some more things you need to be aware of," she said as she went to a tall filing cabinet and pulled out a thin pack of papers. "You need to sign this affidavit that states you are claiming to be a lesbian. This will protect you if a man tries to penetrate you. If one does, he will again, be sued by both you and the State for damages and be faced with 10-15 years' sentence, depending on severity of the assault."
"I don't hate that," I said. "However, I feel there's a 'but' coming somewhere."
"The affidavit will also be referenced if you attempt to marry a man while you are a Rose."
"Oh, that's no big deal at all," I shrugged. "I assume a lot of Roses get brackets to try to avoid penetration but aren't actual lesbians?"
"They do," she confirmed. "I didn't drag you through the gauntlet of questions because you were here under five hours ago, you're already in a different shirt, and your friend has dried cum next to her right eye."
"Oh goddamn it!" Belle cursed and licked her thumb before scrubbing at that part of her face. "Well what's the rest of the bracket packet?" she asked before I could.
The caseworker sighed. "Unfortunately, the bracket only stops men from penetrating you. Luckily they can't do felacio, either. But anything they can do with their hands and mouths is legal. The State says it's because those are parts both sexes have. They're missing a lot of the picture, but the State wants their money."
I could feel my face contorting at the idea of a group of guys cornering me somewhere, tearing my clothes off and doing every imaginable thing to me accept fucking my holes. "It... it is better than nothing," I grimaced despite trying to see the super thin silver lining. "It's a protection that could be better, but I'll take it."
"Kate," my coworker called to me before Belle and I could leave. "If there's anything else... please call me. I can tell you're a nice girl, and I want to help you all I can."
"Thanks," I smiled at her, and it still sat weird in my gut that I didn't even know her name. Part of me didn't want to. She was just another part of the system that was fucking me over for money. She was the shinier part of that system, but still part of it. "I know a law student that's focusing on Rose laws," I said. I wouldn't exactly call her a friend.
"That's good. She can help you find loopholes and tips that Im hamstrung against telling you. Lean on her."
