~ The Girl Inside ~
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Chapter 1: Having fun being a boy
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Okay, so I'm 16 and my life sucks. And just dare saying it's only puberty cause I've lived through HELL. Right now I'm on my way to Sinz boys' academy. You know, the place where there are only boys studying and so on. And I'm a girl. A GIRL! Well, at least I think so. And my father and my nanny. But all the others believe I'm a boy. Maybe I confused you. Right, I should have started from the very beginning. But I never do. I can't start from the beginning and finishing things. I just do them from the middle and never finish them. Right, the beginning.
My father is a king of a small kingdom called Esaya. So you see I was to be an heir. If only I was a boy that is, cause here only boys can be rulers. It's pure discrimination if you ask me. But nobody ever asks me about something. Never. I was born a girl and my mother died giving birth to me. Same old story. I've never known her but they say I look like her. I heard she was a kind and patient person, something I could never be. But I don't miss her, I haven't seen her once afterall. So, I don't cry. I used to when I was little but I've got my nanny and she's very nice. She was the mother I never had. Her only flaw is the mood swings. She could laugh at one moment and then shout at you if you had done something wrong. But I love her anyway. Only she and my dad knew I was a girl. And since my dad wanted me to be the heir he claimed he had a son. Confused now? No, that's not everything. The good part's coming.
Since I was a *boy* I had to do only boyish activities; I mean when I wanted to play with dolls they gave me balls. When I wanted to play with other girls they sent me a boy for games - usually the boy who helps in the kitchen, but playing with him wasn't fun. Don't think it was only fun for me. Noooooooo, as the future *king* and the present *prince* I had to study like mad. My father hired a bunch of teachers who stuffed my head with mass of shits (sorry, my language is boyish as well; I've learned to speak like this from the workers and my father will kill me if he hears me!) like World's History, Geography, Economy, Greek, Latin, English, French, German, Japanese, Russian, Maths and a lot and I mean A LOT of other things. Good thing I was a fast learner. I don't know if anyone else could survive this. Oh, yes, science had the priority since my father is a scientist. I can say I'm pretty good with this stuff.
Maybe you wonder how my father managed to keep that secret for so long? It wasn't difficult. I wasn't very endowed at my younger state. You know there was time I thought I preferred being a boy. It was the first time I got my PMS. This thing sucks. If I had to be a boy why should I bare with this girls' thing?!? It's simply not fair.
So here's my father's plan. He waits until I reach the age when I can be crowned, and that's 25. When I'm crowned I will be free to show my true identity, as a girl. Then I only have to marry some jerk and rule my country. Of course the people will be unpleased because of these intrigues but as soon as I marry and they have a king there will be no problems. You know, they love these kind of stories. They think it's romantic. It may even be written. I was to marry A jerk of my cousins, named Yamcha. I've seen him only on a picture, he's cute but looks dumb. Well, I don't have a choice really, and I don't care. It's far from my life right now.
My secret was easy to be kept when I was still young but as I grew up I started forming like a woman. You know, the breasts, the shoulders and the ass. And it was a figure you can't easily hide. One point for the fate. One week ago, however my dad called me and said I was going to that boys' academy. BOYS! And how was that exactly going to happen I asked him. They swim and bath together after that and I couldn't just hide. But he said he already worked on that question. And I soon found out what it was.
Only yesterday he called me again and showed me a bottle full of pills. He said he was working on it for 10 years and finally had a result. Then I had to take one. Of course I obeyed and took one. It was sweet and pink- coloured and it made me wonder what was so important about it. It was like candy. Just moments later I felt strange. When I looked into the mirror in the right my jaw fell to the ground. And I screamed like mad, kinda:
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!! I'VE GOT NO TITS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
And all he did was scolding me about the language. What kind of a father was that?! And just before I could faint I felt something in my pants. When I looked there out came another scream, louder than before.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!! I'VE GOT A PENIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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So right now I'm nearing the boys' academy in my girl form but I have to take one pill before I get there. The pills work for about 5 hours but you never know when their effect's going to stop. And my dad sends me with that shit to an unknown academy among unknown BOYS! Well, not completely. Two of my cousins will be there - Yamcha and Goku. They will help me to adapt but even they don't know I'm a girl. It's not as if I NEED to go there but my father thinks that way I will learn to behave like boys. And my people wouldn't see me very frequently so there wasn't any chance they got suspicious. That was ridiculous. And how exactly would I not look suspicious among boys?!?
The driver stops. I'm there. My luggage was sent before me so my room is ready for me. There was no turning back and just now I wanted to run away and hide until I die. All the crap happens to me. The worst part is that I have a roommate. And what if he's some sexy guy and I blush every time I see him? You know they could think I'm a gay because of that! And then there will be no life for me. Crap. They'll mock me around, maybe beat me to a bloody pulp... Here's my optimistic thinking. And what if they try to pair me with a girl?!? What do I do then?!
You maybe think I put up with that easily but it's not exactly like that. I almost lost my voice shouting and screaming at home but no use. I can't argue with the king. And I don't even want the kingdom! I don't even care if my first cousin Mordred became the next king. I don't care if he's a bastard. I want my life! I didn't even get to have a life!!! Okay, I'm hysteric. I gotta shut up now. Did I get my pill? THE PILL!!!
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I guess my roommate hadn't arrived yet. That was a good thing because nobody saw my transformation. I wasn't very used with it so I looked again in the huge mirror on the wall. There weren't a lot of differences. I was still a metre and 60 and had my shoulder length purple hair. And my eyes are the same- with a lot of eyelashes. I looked almost as a girl if it wasn't for the obvious. Can you believe I actually had to be taught how to pee? That was embarrassing. And I thought I wouldn't see *that* till I get married. Now I see *it* every day. God. I think it's ugly. I loved to be a girl... Do I have to read porn so I seem more like a boy? And I have to watch football. That's the most perverted game in the world if you ask me.
I've got classes tomorrow and it's already dark so I have to go to bed. I hope I'll die in my sleep. My roommate's still not here. Hey, maybe I won't have a roommate. Life's not so cruel afterall. Then why are 2 beds there? One in the right part of the room and another in the left part. They are right next to the wall. There are also 2 wardrobes and a TV-set and you know, chairs, stools, table, desks and a phone. And of course a bathroom. Cool, at least the room was alright.
Now I pick my favourite book 'Catcher in the Rye' and go to the bed in the left part of the room, nearer to the bathroom.
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I woke up just to realize I hadn't set the clock. I looked terrified at it and it read 0900. SHIT! I was going to be late the first day! I can almost hear my teacher "That's a bad start, Mr. Briefs." And the mister part's gonna kill me. I looked around calmly. I was already late so why hurrying up? There was some other luggage, obviously I had a roommate. And the other bed was used, the covers were not fixed. God, he'd slept here and I didn't even notice! He probably came late in the night. And I was in my girl form almost all of the time. He could see me! Oh, GOD! And what if he had already seen me?!? Don't panic, Bulma, boy... girl, I'm sure it can't be that bad. And I still have to go to my classes. I took one pill and ran to the bathroom to fix myself.
After 15 minutes I was ready. And I was a pretty boy. Crap, did I have to look pretty? What if I fall in love with myself?! I'm cracking out. And I'm so late.
I could hear my footsteps on the corridor. It was so damn quiet and my steps were getting on my nerves. Sqeak, sqeak. Sqeak, sqeak. Now, really, I can't stand this! Wouldn't anyone make some noise?! I'm desperate! Finally I got in front of the room. I knew it was it because I was informed the previous day before I got here. I sighed, there could be heard some noise. Then it got to me. There were only boys there! Not a single girl! I turned to run when the door was opened and a hand dragged me in. How the heck did he know I was outside?! My teacher was in his late thirties and was a nice looking man. But I didn't like him. He looked suspicious. His name was Tokiyama, it was written on the blackboard.
Mr. Tokiyama made me stop in front of the whole class (of BOYS) and coughed to get their attention. If you ask me they were already interested, he didn't need to do that!
"Boys, this is the student that we thought would never come. His name is Bulma-san (snickers from the class). I hope you won't be late again, Mr. Briefs. That won't stand good on your record. Now take a seat."
He didn't have to do that!!! In front of the whole class! That was so embarrassing I wanted to cry. And all the boys knew themselves from the previous year, so I was new, and they already had a bad opinion about me. The seats were for one person only and that was good because I would become very nervous if I had to sit next to a handsome boy. Speaking of handsome boys... There were plenty of them here but still there were some odd looking ones. In front of me was sitting a skinny boy with his hair flying to every direction. He looked like a bully. Suddenly he turned back to me and snickered. "Isn't Bulma a name for a girl?"
My face got red from anger. How dare he insult my name. And what about his ugly face? "You wanna fight?" I snapped at him. I couldn't help it. I guess my boy nature is calling. I proceeded before he could answer. "If you wanna know in my country it's a boy name and it's a good one."
What if he's my roommate?
"A fiesty one, ain't he? I didn't mean to offend you anyways. I'm Josh." He grinned and turned again to face the teacher. Well, maybe I was overreacting, but you know how the girl topic gets me. I looked around some more. Soon I saw my two cousins sitting in the back. Goku waved at me and Yamcha was half asleep so he didn't see me. They were sitting next to each other. Finally I turned around to see who was behind me and got my brains out. The guy had his hands fully placed on the desk and his head on them. So his face was too near. I wonder how I didn't hit it with my elbows when I turned. He was looking right at me. Darkly. Spooky. And the worst of all he was the most handsome guy I've ever seen. Does he have to stare at me like that?! It's giving me the creeps. His dark eyes were set on me restlessly and he didn't even blink. Was he trying to play mind games? His hair was in a flame style and up. Strange. I haven't seen such a hair style before. He looked older than me, but I already knew that. Here come boys of all ages but with equal knowledge. Of course I was the smartest of everyone (with my studying) and was the youngest. He was 17 like the others. That made me feel even smaller. I felt like I've been staring at him for hours so I decided to turn around again just in time to see the teacher bending over me with a smirk on his face. Uh oh..
"Are you interested in Mr. Ouji? If so-" but he couldn't finish because the 'mr. Ouji' butted in.
"In fact *I'm* interested in him so I suggest you put him away from me because I could try something... sensei." and he even smirked after that statement. The class was silent and the teacher looked shocked for a while.
"Well~..." Tokiyama-sensei just shrugged and walked away. "Just pay more attention in class, Mr. Briefs. And, Mr. Ouji, I'll be gratefull if you stop rubbing in that you're what you are."
"A gay." Josh stated turning to face me. "You're sick, man." he hissed at the boy behind me. I felt sorry for him. They all had to be so cruel to him. Why are boys so bad to gays? It's not as if they're criminals! Just then it hit me. For once I've got an interest in a man and he's a gay. I can't believe my luck. So that's why he was staring at me like that. Well, I don't care. If I can't have him as a... well, anyway. I could still be friends with him. So I listened to the lesson that hapened to be Latin. I grinned.
Finally the lesson had finished and Tokiyama-sensei was on my black list. He was such a bastard! I wanted to talk to the boy but the others took me away not leaving me alone with their questions. I sighed mentally. So, they were accepting me as a boy. That was kinda weird. I, a girl pretending to be a boy, was accepted and a real boy was thrown away from their society. Sometimes life's so fucked up.
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I came back to my room after the classes and slumped in my bed. The other bed was still undone. I'm gonna scold my roommate about that. It gives the room a bad appearance. And I surely like things to be perfect. I set my clock at 0700 so I won't be late tomorrow. The other teachers weren't so bad. The History teacher, Mrs. Keiko was a sweetheart but the Maths teacher, Mrs. Kenton was a fat cow with no respect for people. She thought that just because we were students we had to bare her crap and shouts. Good thing I was perfect in Maths. Can you actually believe she wrote 5 F's in the first day? For a material from the previous year? Without a revision? That was too much!
I heard the door open and stared unbelievably at the person who entered. Ouji-san entered and closed the door not even looking at me. I guess he saw me last night. I hope he hadn't seen I was a girl! The pill! I've got to get a pill!
I must have looked really panicked because he snickered when he threw me a glance. "Don't worry, I'm not a gay. They're just saying this because I'm not as interested in girls as they are." He sat on his bed and stared at me. He wasn't a gay? That wasn't making things better! Anyway I had to be cool.
"What's your name?" I asked him just to keep him occupied. And I was going to share a room with him! He was a god! He was taller than me, a metre and 70 although he was shorter than the others. Yamcha was 185 for example. He was still staring. Is he sure he's normal? He absolutely lookes as if he's interested in me.
"Vegeta." he stated darkly. I guess he has that mood swings like my nanny. One moment he looks carefree and the next he's ready to kill. Something's wrong with him. Suddenly he got up and started advancing towards me. I quickly got up as well slightly nervous about his intentions. And I think I was turning a girl again. And I was only in a shirt, it would be so obvious!!! He stood in front of me his face a little too close to mine.
"I wonder... You look so much like a girl." He said and that made me fall on my bed again. How the... How could he know?! Did he see me? No, it wasn't that. He wasn't sure. Well, I had to take a pill really fast. I could feel my chest hurting like when... my brests were growing!!!
"Take that back, jerk! What's happening to all of you. First I had a girlish name and now I look like a girl! I'm a boy!!!" I shouted and ran to the bathroom locking myself in. It looked as if it was because I was outraged but the truth is I kept my pills there. So I took one really quickly. I heard no sounds in the room. I waited until I felt the pill's effect, I was a boy again and went out of the bathroom. I saw Vegeta sitting on my bed calmly. He then looked at me again.
"Could you take off your shirt to prove me wrong?" he asked. The nerve of that guy! He made me so angry! And to think I actually felt sorry for him! I quickly took my shirt off revealing a flat chest (and a skinny one too. I wasn't well-built as a boy.) He stared somehow unbelievably at it and ran his fingers down to my abdomen. He sure he's normal? Well, obviously *I* wasn't because it didn't feel disgusting to me. It sent chills down my spine. Why did life have to be so fucked up?! I got away and put my shirt back on. "Happy now?" I asked him rudely but felt guilty when I saw regret in his eyes. He really wanted me to be a girl, eh? That's so unfair. Well, some day, maybe... But now I had to keep the secret. So I looked as cool as I could pointing at his bed.
"You've got to do your bed. I can't stand the mess in a room and I certainly like the room fixed. So, if you would be that nice to-"
"I'm not nice and I won't do my bed. And I certainly like messes because it gives cosiness to the room. So shut up."
I can't believe him. He cut me out. He cut me out! And why is he so rude?! I just wanted him to do his bed! As if it was only that, the whole room didn't look good. It looked like some men's den. Oh, yeah. Maybe because there were his socks on the floor and there wasn't a single plant. I got to do something before I lost my identity as a girl. And will he quit staring at me?! It really makes me uncomfortable.
I sighed and brushed past him to get his socks from the floor and throw them on his bed. "There, I don't want your smelly socks on my floor." I snapped at him without turning to him. I didn't need to because I felt him right behind me. I didn't feel him because of his breathing or my supersenses. This guy was so warm he emited heat from his body. In the same time it was chilling me. I got to get away.
"You surely behave like a woman." he chuckled right in my ear and that made me so furious. Would he quit repeating that?! I turned my red face to his and shouted. "Would you quit repeating it?! I'm a boy! Or do you wanna fight?" There, again. My boyish nature was revolving around the fighting. I always wanted to say it when someone was getting on my nerves. Although I'm not very sure if I could back that up. I didn't look like a strong boy. Oh, the hell with everybody, at least I could try!
Suddenly his face became serious. What did I tell you about the mood swings? "If you want to, I'm there. Name the place." was his calm reply. Now I could really punch him in this smug arrogant mug of his. AAARGH!
"Right here, right now!" I hissed at him and had my fist flying towards him but he didn't even move. Or at least I couldn't see him moving. In the first moment my fist is next to his nose ready to break it and in the next his hand is holding mine tightly. Before I could realize what was happening he slid his foot between mine and tripped me so I found myself on his bed under his muscular figure. Right, I shouldn't have provoked him seeing his muscles. But that's just my short temper. I couldn't help it.
I took a deep breath and prepared for the next scrummage (scrimmage). I grasped his shoulder with my free hand trying to push him off but what was the point? He pinned my other hand next to my head and leant over me as if there was nothing on his shoulder. I sank my nails into his flesh but he didn't even wince. What's with this guy?! Doesn't he feel anything?! I looked terrified when his face came so close to mine I couldn't focus him properly. His mouth came to my ear and whispered menacingly. "Don't ever try to provoke me again. You're no match to me. I could crush you without even realizing it."
He lifted his face a bit so he could look in my eyes probably expecting me to be horrified. Most likely I would have been if it wasn't for my other nature. As a girl I couldn't help myself thinking about his closeness in this situation. It was sensual. I could slap myself around with a stinky trout if that could get this thoughts out of my stupid head. Oh, who am I joking?! The boy was incredible. Just don't forget I was a boy too. So when he looked at me he found me half closing my eyes. This heat from his body wasn't helping me either. He seemed shocked for a moment then leant over again this time aiming for my lips. At least I think so. But I couldn't let this happen. I was a boy, right? And this guy wasn't right as he claimed to be. I shifted a little and tried to slip away. That gave him a good hint and he moved away letting me go. This whole situation was too odd, that's why I was thankful he got away from the room leaving me alone.
And that was only my first day.
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A/N This chapter was a bit short but it's just the first one. The next will be longer. Please let me know if you liked this so far.
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Okay, so I'm 16 and my life sucks. And just dare saying it's only puberty cause I've lived through HELL. Right now I'm on my way to Sinz boys' academy. You know, the place where there are only boys studying and so on. And I'm a girl. A GIRL! Well, at least I think so. And my father and my nanny. But all the others believe I'm a boy. Maybe I confused you. Right, I should have started from the very beginning. But I never do. I can't start from the beginning and finishing things. I just do them from the middle and never finish them. Right, the beginning.
My father is a king of a small kingdom called Esaya. So you see I was to be an heir. If only I was a boy that is, cause here only boys can be rulers. It's pure discrimination if you ask me. But nobody ever asks me about something. Never. I was born a girl and my mother died giving birth to me. Same old story. I've never known her but they say I look like her. I heard she was a kind and patient person, something I could never be. But I don't miss her, I haven't seen her once afterall. So, I don't cry. I used to when I was little but I've got my nanny and she's very nice. She was the mother I never had. Her only flaw is the mood swings. She could laugh at one moment and then shout at you if you had done something wrong. But I love her anyway. Only she and my dad knew I was a girl. And since my dad wanted me to be the heir he claimed he had a son. Confused now? No, that's not everything. The good part's coming.
Since I was a *boy* I had to do only boyish activities; I mean when I wanted to play with dolls they gave me balls. When I wanted to play with other girls they sent me a boy for games - usually the boy who helps in the kitchen, but playing with him wasn't fun. Don't think it was only fun for me. Noooooooo, as the future *king* and the present *prince* I had to study like mad. My father hired a bunch of teachers who stuffed my head with mass of shits (sorry, my language is boyish as well; I've learned to speak like this from the workers and my father will kill me if he hears me!) like World's History, Geography, Economy, Greek, Latin, English, French, German, Japanese, Russian, Maths and a lot and I mean A LOT of other things. Good thing I was a fast learner. I don't know if anyone else could survive this. Oh, yes, science had the priority since my father is a scientist. I can say I'm pretty good with this stuff.
Maybe you wonder how my father managed to keep that secret for so long? It wasn't difficult. I wasn't very endowed at my younger state. You know there was time I thought I preferred being a boy. It was the first time I got my PMS. This thing sucks. If I had to be a boy why should I bare with this girls' thing?!? It's simply not fair.
So here's my father's plan. He waits until I reach the age when I can be crowned, and that's 25. When I'm crowned I will be free to show my true identity, as a girl. Then I only have to marry some jerk and rule my country. Of course the people will be unpleased because of these intrigues but as soon as I marry and they have a king there will be no problems. You know, they love these kind of stories. They think it's romantic. It may even be written. I was to marry A jerk of my cousins, named Yamcha. I've seen him only on a picture, he's cute but looks dumb. Well, I don't have a choice really, and I don't care. It's far from my life right now.
My secret was easy to be kept when I was still young but as I grew up I started forming like a woman. You know, the breasts, the shoulders and the ass. And it was a figure you can't easily hide. One point for the fate. One week ago, however my dad called me and said I was going to that boys' academy. BOYS! And how was that exactly going to happen I asked him. They swim and bath together after that and I couldn't just hide. But he said he already worked on that question. And I soon found out what it was.
Only yesterday he called me again and showed me a bottle full of pills. He said he was working on it for 10 years and finally had a result. Then I had to take one. Of course I obeyed and took one. It was sweet and pink- coloured and it made me wonder what was so important about it. It was like candy. Just moments later I felt strange. When I looked into the mirror in the right my jaw fell to the ground. And I screamed like mad, kinda:
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!! I'VE GOT NO TITS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
And all he did was scolding me about the language. What kind of a father was that?! And just before I could faint I felt something in my pants. When I looked there out came another scream, louder than before.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!! I'VE GOT A PENIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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So right now I'm nearing the boys' academy in my girl form but I have to take one pill before I get there. The pills work for about 5 hours but you never know when their effect's going to stop. And my dad sends me with that shit to an unknown academy among unknown BOYS! Well, not completely. Two of my cousins will be there - Yamcha and Goku. They will help me to adapt but even they don't know I'm a girl. It's not as if I NEED to go there but my father thinks that way I will learn to behave like boys. And my people wouldn't see me very frequently so there wasn't any chance they got suspicious. That was ridiculous. And how exactly would I not look suspicious among boys?!?
The driver stops. I'm there. My luggage was sent before me so my room is ready for me. There was no turning back and just now I wanted to run away and hide until I die. All the crap happens to me. The worst part is that I have a roommate. And what if he's some sexy guy and I blush every time I see him? You know they could think I'm a gay because of that! And then there will be no life for me. Crap. They'll mock me around, maybe beat me to a bloody pulp... Here's my optimistic thinking. And what if they try to pair me with a girl?!? What do I do then?!
You maybe think I put up with that easily but it's not exactly like that. I almost lost my voice shouting and screaming at home but no use. I can't argue with the king. And I don't even want the kingdom! I don't even care if my first cousin Mordred became the next king. I don't care if he's a bastard. I want my life! I didn't even get to have a life!!! Okay, I'm hysteric. I gotta shut up now. Did I get my pill? THE PILL!!!
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I guess my roommate hadn't arrived yet. That was a good thing because nobody saw my transformation. I wasn't very used with it so I looked again in the huge mirror on the wall. There weren't a lot of differences. I was still a metre and 60 and had my shoulder length purple hair. And my eyes are the same- with a lot of eyelashes. I looked almost as a girl if it wasn't for the obvious. Can you believe I actually had to be taught how to pee? That was embarrassing. And I thought I wouldn't see *that* till I get married. Now I see *it* every day. God. I think it's ugly. I loved to be a girl... Do I have to read porn so I seem more like a boy? And I have to watch football. That's the most perverted game in the world if you ask me.
I've got classes tomorrow and it's already dark so I have to go to bed. I hope I'll die in my sleep. My roommate's still not here. Hey, maybe I won't have a roommate. Life's not so cruel afterall. Then why are 2 beds there? One in the right part of the room and another in the left part. They are right next to the wall. There are also 2 wardrobes and a TV-set and you know, chairs, stools, table, desks and a phone. And of course a bathroom. Cool, at least the room was alright.
Now I pick my favourite book 'Catcher in the Rye' and go to the bed in the left part of the room, nearer to the bathroom.
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I woke up just to realize I hadn't set the clock. I looked terrified at it and it read 0900. SHIT! I was going to be late the first day! I can almost hear my teacher "That's a bad start, Mr. Briefs." And the mister part's gonna kill me. I looked around calmly. I was already late so why hurrying up? There was some other luggage, obviously I had a roommate. And the other bed was used, the covers were not fixed. God, he'd slept here and I didn't even notice! He probably came late in the night. And I was in my girl form almost all of the time. He could see me! Oh, GOD! And what if he had already seen me?!? Don't panic, Bulma, boy... girl, I'm sure it can't be that bad. And I still have to go to my classes. I took one pill and ran to the bathroom to fix myself.
After 15 minutes I was ready. And I was a pretty boy. Crap, did I have to look pretty? What if I fall in love with myself?! I'm cracking out. And I'm so late.
I could hear my footsteps on the corridor. It was so damn quiet and my steps were getting on my nerves. Sqeak, sqeak. Sqeak, sqeak. Now, really, I can't stand this! Wouldn't anyone make some noise?! I'm desperate! Finally I got in front of the room. I knew it was it because I was informed the previous day before I got here. I sighed, there could be heard some noise. Then it got to me. There were only boys there! Not a single girl! I turned to run when the door was opened and a hand dragged me in. How the heck did he know I was outside?! My teacher was in his late thirties and was a nice looking man. But I didn't like him. He looked suspicious. His name was Tokiyama, it was written on the blackboard.
Mr. Tokiyama made me stop in front of the whole class (of BOYS) and coughed to get their attention. If you ask me they were already interested, he didn't need to do that!
"Boys, this is the student that we thought would never come. His name is Bulma-san (snickers from the class). I hope you won't be late again, Mr. Briefs. That won't stand good on your record. Now take a seat."
He didn't have to do that!!! In front of the whole class! That was so embarrassing I wanted to cry. And all the boys knew themselves from the previous year, so I was new, and they already had a bad opinion about me. The seats were for one person only and that was good because I would become very nervous if I had to sit next to a handsome boy. Speaking of handsome boys... There were plenty of them here but still there were some odd looking ones. In front of me was sitting a skinny boy with his hair flying to every direction. He looked like a bully. Suddenly he turned back to me and snickered. "Isn't Bulma a name for a girl?"
My face got red from anger. How dare he insult my name. And what about his ugly face? "You wanna fight?" I snapped at him. I couldn't help it. I guess my boy nature is calling. I proceeded before he could answer. "If you wanna know in my country it's a boy name and it's a good one."
What if he's my roommate?
"A fiesty one, ain't he? I didn't mean to offend you anyways. I'm Josh." He grinned and turned again to face the teacher. Well, maybe I was overreacting, but you know how the girl topic gets me. I looked around some more. Soon I saw my two cousins sitting in the back. Goku waved at me and Yamcha was half asleep so he didn't see me. They were sitting next to each other. Finally I turned around to see who was behind me and got my brains out. The guy had his hands fully placed on the desk and his head on them. So his face was too near. I wonder how I didn't hit it with my elbows when I turned. He was looking right at me. Darkly. Spooky. And the worst of all he was the most handsome guy I've ever seen. Does he have to stare at me like that?! It's giving me the creeps. His dark eyes were set on me restlessly and he didn't even blink. Was he trying to play mind games? His hair was in a flame style and up. Strange. I haven't seen such a hair style before. He looked older than me, but I already knew that. Here come boys of all ages but with equal knowledge. Of course I was the smartest of everyone (with my studying) and was the youngest. He was 17 like the others. That made me feel even smaller. I felt like I've been staring at him for hours so I decided to turn around again just in time to see the teacher bending over me with a smirk on his face. Uh oh..
"Are you interested in Mr. Ouji? If so-" but he couldn't finish because the 'mr. Ouji' butted in.
"In fact *I'm* interested in him so I suggest you put him away from me because I could try something... sensei." and he even smirked after that statement. The class was silent and the teacher looked shocked for a while.
"Well~..." Tokiyama-sensei just shrugged and walked away. "Just pay more attention in class, Mr. Briefs. And, Mr. Ouji, I'll be gratefull if you stop rubbing in that you're what you are."
"A gay." Josh stated turning to face me. "You're sick, man." he hissed at the boy behind me. I felt sorry for him. They all had to be so cruel to him. Why are boys so bad to gays? It's not as if they're criminals! Just then it hit me. For once I've got an interest in a man and he's a gay. I can't believe my luck. So that's why he was staring at me like that. Well, I don't care. If I can't have him as a... well, anyway. I could still be friends with him. So I listened to the lesson that hapened to be Latin. I grinned.
Finally the lesson had finished and Tokiyama-sensei was on my black list. He was such a bastard! I wanted to talk to the boy but the others took me away not leaving me alone with their questions. I sighed mentally. So, they were accepting me as a boy. That was kinda weird. I, a girl pretending to be a boy, was accepted and a real boy was thrown away from their society. Sometimes life's so fucked up.
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I came back to my room after the classes and slumped in my bed. The other bed was still undone. I'm gonna scold my roommate about that. It gives the room a bad appearance. And I surely like things to be perfect. I set my clock at 0700 so I won't be late tomorrow. The other teachers weren't so bad. The History teacher, Mrs. Keiko was a sweetheart but the Maths teacher, Mrs. Kenton was a fat cow with no respect for people. She thought that just because we were students we had to bare her crap and shouts. Good thing I was perfect in Maths. Can you actually believe she wrote 5 F's in the first day? For a material from the previous year? Without a revision? That was too much!
I heard the door open and stared unbelievably at the person who entered. Ouji-san entered and closed the door not even looking at me. I guess he saw me last night. I hope he hadn't seen I was a girl! The pill! I've got to get a pill!
I must have looked really panicked because he snickered when he threw me a glance. "Don't worry, I'm not a gay. They're just saying this because I'm not as interested in girls as they are." He sat on his bed and stared at me. He wasn't a gay? That wasn't making things better! Anyway I had to be cool.
"What's your name?" I asked him just to keep him occupied. And I was going to share a room with him! He was a god! He was taller than me, a metre and 70 although he was shorter than the others. Yamcha was 185 for example. He was still staring. Is he sure he's normal? He absolutely lookes as if he's interested in me.
"Vegeta." he stated darkly. I guess he has that mood swings like my nanny. One moment he looks carefree and the next he's ready to kill. Something's wrong with him. Suddenly he got up and started advancing towards me. I quickly got up as well slightly nervous about his intentions. And I think I was turning a girl again. And I was only in a shirt, it would be so obvious!!! He stood in front of me his face a little too close to mine.
"I wonder... You look so much like a girl." He said and that made me fall on my bed again. How the... How could he know?! Did he see me? No, it wasn't that. He wasn't sure. Well, I had to take a pill really fast. I could feel my chest hurting like when... my brests were growing!!!
"Take that back, jerk! What's happening to all of you. First I had a girlish name and now I look like a girl! I'm a boy!!!" I shouted and ran to the bathroom locking myself in. It looked as if it was because I was outraged but the truth is I kept my pills there. So I took one really quickly. I heard no sounds in the room. I waited until I felt the pill's effect, I was a boy again and went out of the bathroom. I saw Vegeta sitting on my bed calmly. He then looked at me again.
"Could you take off your shirt to prove me wrong?" he asked. The nerve of that guy! He made me so angry! And to think I actually felt sorry for him! I quickly took my shirt off revealing a flat chest (and a skinny one too. I wasn't well-built as a boy.) He stared somehow unbelievably at it and ran his fingers down to my abdomen. He sure he's normal? Well, obviously *I* wasn't because it didn't feel disgusting to me. It sent chills down my spine. Why did life have to be so fucked up?! I got away and put my shirt back on. "Happy now?" I asked him rudely but felt guilty when I saw regret in his eyes. He really wanted me to be a girl, eh? That's so unfair. Well, some day, maybe... But now I had to keep the secret. So I looked as cool as I could pointing at his bed.
"You've got to do your bed. I can't stand the mess in a room and I certainly like the room fixed. So, if you would be that nice to-"
"I'm not nice and I won't do my bed. And I certainly like messes because it gives cosiness to the room. So shut up."
I can't believe him. He cut me out. He cut me out! And why is he so rude?! I just wanted him to do his bed! As if it was only that, the whole room didn't look good. It looked like some men's den. Oh, yeah. Maybe because there were his socks on the floor and there wasn't a single plant. I got to do something before I lost my identity as a girl. And will he quit staring at me?! It really makes me uncomfortable.
I sighed and brushed past him to get his socks from the floor and throw them on his bed. "There, I don't want your smelly socks on my floor." I snapped at him without turning to him. I didn't need to because I felt him right behind me. I didn't feel him because of his breathing or my supersenses. This guy was so warm he emited heat from his body. In the same time it was chilling me. I got to get away.
"You surely behave like a woman." he chuckled right in my ear and that made me so furious. Would he quit repeating that?! I turned my red face to his and shouted. "Would you quit repeating it?! I'm a boy! Or do you wanna fight?" There, again. My boyish nature was revolving around the fighting. I always wanted to say it when someone was getting on my nerves. Although I'm not very sure if I could back that up. I didn't look like a strong boy. Oh, the hell with everybody, at least I could try!
Suddenly his face became serious. What did I tell you about the mood swings? "If you want to, I'm there. Name the place." was his calm reply. Now I could really punch him in this smug arrogant mug of his. AAARGH!
"Right here, right now!" I hissed at him and had my fist flying towards him but he didn't even move. Or at least I couldn't see him moving. In the first moment my fist is next to his nose ready to break it and in the next his hand is holding mine tightly. Before I could realize what was happening he slid his foot between mine and tripped me so I found myself on his bed under his muscular figure. Right, I shouldn't have provoked him seeing his muscles. But that's just my short temper. I couldn't help it.
I took a deep breath and prepared for the next scrummage (scrimmage). I grasped his shoulder with my free hand trying to push him off but what was the point? He pinned my other hand next to my head and leant over me as if there was nothing on his shoulder. I sank my nails into his flesh but he didn't even wince. What's with this guy?! Doesn't he feel anything?! I looked terrified when his face came so close to mine I couldn't focus him properly. His mouth came to my ear and whispered menacingly. "Don't ever try to provoke me again. You're no match to me. I could crush you without even realizing it."
He lifted his face a bit so he could look in my eyes probably expecting me to be horrified. Most likely I would have been if it wasn't for my other nature. As a girl I couldn't help myself thinking about his closeness in this situation. It was sensual. I could slap myself around with a stinky trout if that could get this thoughts out of my stupid head. Oh, who am I joking?! The boy was incredible. Just don't forget I was a boy too. So when he looked at me he found me half closing my eyes. This heat from his body wasn't helping me either. He seemed shocked for a moment then leant over again this time aiming for my lips. At least I think so. But I couldn't let this happen. I was a boy, right? And this guy wasn't right as he claimed to be. I shifted a little and tried to slip away. That gave him a good hint and he moved away letting me go. This whole situation was too odd, that's why I was thankful he got away from the room leaving me alone.
And that was only my first day.
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A/N This chapter was a bit short but it's just the first one. The next will be longer. Please let me know if you liked this so far.
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