Fire Fighters

Written By: stockytickler
Edited By: FeatherProof
Karl was a jerk, I've just gotta put that out there. I don't care why and it doesn't matter, but whatever he didn't like about his life or himself he sure seemed to take it out on me.

When I transferred to Ladder 15 in Minnetonka three months ago, I expected a little hazing. Sure! I'm in my mid-20s, Hispanic, Mexican heritage with a year-round tan. I've got hazel eyes and thick, wavy black hair with frosted tips. I'm average height I guess, and 170 lbs — low-key muscled but always building strength, with weights and practical training. Yeah, my street clothes are enby chic. What can I say, I love color! And yes, my leg day routine emphasizes my booty. But, I wear the same uniform as everyone else. I can deadlift and rescue anyone from any fire. I know who I am and can handle myself.

And to be fair, most everyone got over my appearance pretty fast, especially for Minnesota. Minnetonka's a small enough station, most of the guys there are straight which made it the same as everywhere... Read More...