Assume The Worst
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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,070
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. I make no money from this fiction.
Assume The Worst
WARNING: Most characters in this are NOT of legal age, If you are offended by this do not read.
WARNING: This story has a mix of M/M and M/F
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Staring up at my ceiling with my stomach doing flip-flops isn't the ideal way to wake up.
My first day at my new school and I barely got an hour of sleep the night before, to nervous to close my eyes. Staring in the mirror brushing my teeth was depressing, my delicate features and flawless skin would of been a great asset...if I was a girl. I was only around 5'4, black hair, blue eyes...and I was 16.
I wasn't scared of school, I was intelligent but...I didn't play well with others. I never grew past my lame 5'4 and most people thought I was a girl! I used to live in Seattle but when my parents got divorced my mother moved us to Florida, leaving behind what little friends I had. I was never close to my dad so the divorce didn't bother me much. My mother hired a bulldog lawyer so we got quite a settlement. My friends and I still stayed in touch over phone and instant messengers, I would probably die if I never talked to my best friend Kate ever again. My old friends were all girls being that other guys seemed to be scared of me...I guess I looked to girly even though I didn't try to.
Just to give you some insight into my family i'll give you some quick bios on me, my sisters and mother.
Christian Jace
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Height: 5'4
Weight: 110-120
Appearence: Small figure. Long black hair, parted on the side or put in a loose-low pony tail. Blue eyes. Angular face but delicate features.
Bio: I love trance, techno and drum 'n' bass. I like to sketch, jog, shop, watch movies and surf the internet. I like fish more than meat and I love energy drinks. I hate the Twilight series, TV commercials, descrimination and politics (IN THAT ORDER!).
Tessa Jace
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Height: 5'7
Weight: 120
Appearence: Slender but well shaped figure. Long, straight black hair with harsh cut bangs. Blue eyes. Small soft features.
Bio: College student getting her non-profit management degree in Seattle. Loves to sing, kids and her VW bug.
Joanna 'Jo' Marx
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Height: 5'8
Weight: 120-130
Appearence: Curvey but tone figure. Sleeve of tattoos on her right arm (Alice in Wonderland theme) and in various other places on her body. Nose ring. Blue/Green eyes. Bleached blonde hair usually in a ponytail.
Bio: Living in California with her husband, whom is equally tattooed and pierced. Her husband owns a hair salon and she runs the front desk. Been married for 2 years. Loves her husband, electronics, the beach and to travel. Hoping to have as many kids as she can in a few years.
Lauren Jace
Age: 50
Gender: Female
Height: 5'6
Weight: 140
Appearence: Long highlighted blonde hair. Pain build. Blue/Green eyes.
Bio: Divorced her husband of 30 years after finding out about his affair. Loves murder mysteries, to paint, play piano and cook. Misses her two daughters dearly but wants to stay in Florida near her sister and her daughter and also wants to stay as far away from Seattle as possible.
So thats everyone! Back to me.
I fixed my hair, I knew it didn't help my girlish appearence but I looked weird with short hair. I put on a black sleeveless shirt and a zipped up black and white trimmed hoodie and some washed out denim skinny jeans. I ate my cheerios almost hoping I would choke and...well I just really was dreading my first day. I hugged my mother goodbye and biked to school, only about a 15 minute ride there. After locking my bike I went inside and got my schedule, the secretary staring a bit made me nervous.
The classes went by fine, non of the teacher made me stand up but I could feel the other students staring, I couldn't really read their expressions when they did stare. At lunch I just sat at a table by myself, I wasn't scared of the other kids but today I just felt like going through school and getting out. I was taking my sandwich out of my backpack when I saw a pair of feet infront of me, looking up a saw a cheerful tanned blonde.
"Hi." She said.
"Hey.."
"If you want you can come over to our table." she offered.
"Really? Wow sure!" I jumped up smiling, we were the same height.
We walked over to a table with two boys and two other girls. They all intruduced themselves.
Mark. Colin. Heather. Breanna. And the girl who let me come over, Sarah.
They continued talking about some band I have never in my life heard of and I just started to eat. I noticed the boy, Mark, staring a little.
"What...?" I asked him, I was seated between him and Sarah.
"Sorry I didn't mean to stare but I can't really ask this nicely....Are you a girl or boy?!"
I could feel my face turn red as I stared a tad taken back.
"I-" I was cut off by the girl Breanna.
"Mark!! You douche she's obviously a girl!!" she blurted.
"Sorry sorry!!" Mark held up his hands defensively.
I was bright red at this point, I can't believe it! Was I really THAT girly looking?!?
As they kept talking I was trying to get my voice to come out but it wouldn't speak! I was so offended and yet amazed I couldn't move a muscle, my mind was racing at the thought of being seen not just as a little feminin, but as a borderline Girl! I didn't know what to think...
"So whats your name?" Sarah poked me and I just noticed that everyone was staring, happily waiting my answer
"C...Christ..y.." I muttered.
"Nice to meet you Christy!" she said and hugged me, Mark smiling and shaking my hand and the rest saying the same.
I couldn't believe what I blurted out in my nervous fit...
'...Christy...Christy....Christy?! What was I thinking!! I'm a boy! A guy!'
'War, Football and Meat!!!'
As I thought that I realized I hated most meat, football, and wouldn't ever even consider joining the military.
'Say something you moron! Speak the fuck up and tell them you aren't a girl! Then go home and cut your hair and go workout!'
I kept thinking that but I just kept eating, when I was done the bell rang and we went to all our classes, not beforing adding each other to our cell phones. I honestly have no clue how my nervous shaking hands didn't drop my phone.
I didn't pay attention to anything in class and just stared blindly at the corner of the ceiling the whole time. Why wouldn't I correct them?! Let them put me in their phones as 'Christy Jace'?
I must be an idiot...Even IF I wanted to be a girl I couldn't continue passing as one!...could I?
'NO NO NO!! Get out of my head you evil thoughts! I'm a boy! I like girls and like being a boy!'
'Then why don't you cut your hair and oh I don't know...tell them your real name?' the evil voice in my head said.
'I...I look too young with short hair..'
'Too young or too boyish?' he said again.
The bell rang knocking me out of my trance. I put my phone earbuds in and listened to some music on my way out of school, unhooking my bike Mark stood by and waited for me to stand up and notice him. I stood up and was an inch from his chest. I squealed and fell back into my bike falling over.
"Oh shit! Are you okay Christy?!" he helped me up.
"F-fine.." I said, realizing I didn't have a very manly voice.
"Jesus I didn't mean to scare ya like that! I just wanted to see if you wanted to come get some food with me." he said looking down at me.
"Err...uhm I don't know..." I looked up pushing the hair out of my eyes.
"Well if you don't wanna come thats fine. Cya tomorrow. Hug?" he asked, arms open.
I stared a little before hugging a bit weakly as he embraced me, I felt his warm chest against my cheek and just when I felt comfortable her let go and waved, walking off down the road towards the shopping center.
I stared as he walked away, swallowing hard and picking up my bike and putting my earbuds back in. the bikeride home was unpleasent being that I had the most shameful erection of my life.
'You love being held....warm and safe...' the evil voice said.
'AUGH Go away!' I screamed in my head.
'Fine...but you need to admit it....your love being a girl.'
'But i'm not god damnit!! I'm a guy! I have a 5 inch cock thats hard as hell right now! I like girls!'
'....'
I actually felt insane...argueing with myself in my head....
I got home and hugged my mom, telling her how my classes went and saying I did make some friends, her face lighting up instantly. I just realized how worried her face was when she actually did light up like that.
When I got to my room I went into the bathroom and stared in the mirror, in awe of the fact that I did look like a girl....my neck was very soft and my features delicate....my eyes were a pretty blue and my hair was long...I pulled it up into a high ponytail out of morbid curiosity.
"Hi...I'm Christy Jace...." I said to my reflection
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So how was it? I'm a first time author so I hope this gets a good response, Rate and Review! Any ideas or opinions are appreciated! I will change the rating at the story progresses.
WARNING: This story has a mix of M/M and M/F
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Staring up at my ceiling with my stomach doing flip-flops isn't the ideal way to wake up.
My first day at my new school and I barely got an hour of sleep the night before, to nervous to close my eyes. Staring in the mirror brushing my teeth was depressing, my delicate features and flawless skin would of been a great asset...if I was a girl. I was only around 5'4, black hair, blue eyes...and I was 16.
I wasn't scared of school, I was intelligent but...I didn't play well with others. I never grew past my lame 5'4 and most people thought I was a girl! I used to live in Seattle but when my parents got divorced my mother moved us to Florida, leaving behind what little friends I had. I was never close to my dad so the divorce didn't bother me much. My mother hired a bulldog lawyer so we got quite a settlement. My friends and I still stayed in touch over phone and instant messengers, I would probably die if I never talked to my best friend Kate ever again. My old friends were all girls being that other guys seemed to be scared of me...I guess I looked to girly even though I didn't try to.
Just to give you some insight into my family i'll give you some quick bios on me, my sisters and mother.
Christian Jace
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Height: 5'4
Weight: 110-120
Appearence: Small figure. Long black hair, parted on the side or put in a loose-low pony tail. Blue eyes. Angular face but delicate features.
Bio: I love trance, techno and drum 'n' bass. I like to sketch, jog, shop, watch movies and surf the internet. I like fish more than meat and I love energy drinks. I hate the Twilight series, TV commercials, descrimination and politics (IN THAT ORDER!).
Tessa Jace
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Height: 5'7
Weight: 120
Appearence: Slender but well shaped figure. Long, straight black hair with harsh cut bangs. Blue eyes. Small soft features.
Bio: College student getting her non-profit management degree in Seattle. Loves to sing, kids and her VW bug.
Joanna 'Jo' Marx
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Height: 5'8
Weight: 120-130
Appearence: Curvey but tone figure. Sleeve of tattoos on her right arm (Alice in Wonderland theme) and in various other places on her body. Nose ring. Blue/Green eyes. Bleached blonde hair usually in a ponytail.
Bio: Living in California with her husband, whom is equally tattooed and pierced. Her husband owns a hair salon and she runs the front desk. Been married for 2 years. Loves her husband, electronics, the beach and to travel. Hoping to have as many kids as she can in a few years.
Lauren Jace
Age: 50
Gender: Female
Height: 5'6
Weight: 140
Appearence: Long highlighted blonde hair. Pain build. Blue/Green eyes.
Bio: Divorced her husband of 30 years after finding out about his affair. Loves murder mysteries, to paint, play piano and cook. Misses her two daughters dearly but wants to stay in Florida near her sister and her daughter and also wants to stay as far away from Seattle as possible.
So thats everyone! Back to me.
I fixed my hair, I knew it didn't help my girlish appearence but I looked weird with short hair. I put on a black sleeveless shirt and a zipped up black and white trimmed hoodie and some washed out denim skinny jeans. I ate my cheerios almost hoping I would choke and...well I just really was dreading my first day. I hugged my mother goodbye and biked to school, only about a 15 minute ride there. After locking my bike I went inside and got my schedule, the secretary staring a bit made me nervous.
The classes went by fine, non of the teacher made me stand up but I could feel the other students staring, I couldn't really read their expressions when they did stare. At lunch I just sat at a table by myself, I wasn't scared of the other kids but today I just felt like going through school and getting out. I was taking my sandwich out of my backpack when I saw a pair of feet infront of me, looking up a saw a cheerful tanned blonde.
"Hi." She said.
"Hey.."
"If you want you can come over to our table." she offered.
"Really? Wow sure!" I jumped up smiling, we were the same height.
We walked over to a table with two boys and two other girls. They all intruduced themselves.
Mark. Colin. Heather. Breanna. And the girl who let me come over, Sarah.
They continued talking about some band I have never in my life heard of and I just started to eat. I noticed the boy, Mark, staring a little.
"What...?" I asked him, I was seated between him and Sarah.
"Sorry I didn't mean to stare but I can't really ask this nicely....Are you a girl or boy?!"
I could feel my face turn red as I stared a tad taken back.
"I-" I was cut off by the girl Breanna.
"Mark!! You douche she's obviously a girl!!" she blurted.
"Sorry sorry!!" Mark held up his hands defensively.
I was bright red at this point, I can't believe it! Was I really THAT girly looking?!?
As they kept talking I was trying to get my voice to come out but it wouldn't speak! I was so offended and yet amazed I couldn't move a muscle, my mind was racing at the thought of being seen not just as a little feminin, but as a borderline Girl! I didn't know what to think...
"So whats your name?" Sarah poked me and I just noticed that everyone was staring, happily waiting my answer
"C...Christ..y.." I muttered.
"Nice to meet you Christy!" she said and hugged me, Mark smiling and shaking my hand and the rest saying the same.
I couldn't believe what I blurted out in my nervous fit...
'...Christy...Christy....Christy?! What was I thinking!! I'm a boy! A guy!'
'War, Football and Meat!!!'
As I thought that I realized I hated most meat, football, and wouldn't ever even consider joining the military.
'Say something you moron! Speak the fuck up and tell them you aren't a girl! Then go home and cut your hair and go workout!'
I kept thinking that but I just kept eating, when I was done the bell rang and we went to all our classes, not beforing adding each other to our cell phones. I honestly have no clue how my nervous shaking hands didn't drop my phone.
I didn't pay attention to anything in class and just stared blindly at the corner of the ceiling the whole time. Why wouldn't I correct them?! Let them put me in their phones as 'Christy Jace'?
I must be an idiot...Even IF I wanted to be a girl I couldn't continue passing as one!...could I?
'NO NO NO!! Get out of my head you evil thoughts! I'm a boy! I like girls and like being a boy!'
'Then why don't you cut your hair and oh I don't know...tell them your real name?' the evil voice in my head said.
'I...I look too young with short hair..'
'Too young or too boyish?' he said again.
The bell rang knocking me out of my trance. I put my phone earbuds in and listened to some music on my way out of school, unhooking my bike Mark stood by and waited for me to stand up and notice him. I stood up and was an inch from his chest. I squealed and fell back into my bike falling over.
"Oh shit! Are you okay Christy?!" he helped me up.
"F-fine.." I said, realizing I didn't have a very manly voice.
"Jesus I didn't mean to scare ya like that! I just wanted to see if you wanted to come get some food with me." he said looking down at me.
"Err...uhm I don't know..." I looked up pushing the hair out of my eyes.
"Well if you don't wanna come thats fine. Cya tomorrow. Hug?" he asked, arms open.
I stared a little before hugging a bit weakly as he embraced me, I felt his warm chest against my cheek and just when I felt comfortable her let go and waved, walking off down the road towards the shopping center.
I stared as he walked away, swallowing hard and picking up my bike and putting my earbuds back in. the bikeride home was unpleasent being that I had the most shameful erection of my life.
'You love being held....warm and safe...' the evil voice said.
'AUGH Go away!' I screamed in my head.
'Fine...but you need to admit it....your love being a girl.'
'But i'm not god damnit!! I'm a guy! I have a 5 inch cock thats hard as hell right now! I like girls!'
'....'
I actually felt insane...argueing with myself in my head....
I got home and hugged my mom, telling her how my classes went and saying I did make some friends, her face lighting up instantly. I just realized how worried her face was when she actually did light up like that.
When I got to my room I went into the bathroom and stared in the mirror, in awe of the fact that I did look like a girl....my neck was very soft and my features delicate....my eyes were a pretty blue and my hair was long...I pulled it up into a high ponytail out of morbid curiosity.
"Hi...I'm Christy Jace...." I said to my reflection
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So how was it? I'm a first time author so I hope this gets a good response, Rate and Review! Any ideas or opinions are appreciated! I will change the rating at the story progresses.