Chapter One
"Are you awake Devon?" the man said while paying attention to the road. "Um, Yeah. Who are you? And what's going on?" I asked in confusion. "Devon, your here because your parents died. You're being driven to the local Missouri orphanage. Oh! Pardon me, my name is David Papperman, your old house keeper." David answered. "Oh, sorry David. I couldn't see your face." I apologized insencerely. "By the way, you may find something... unusual about this orphanage." David warned mysteriously. "What's so "unusual" about it?" I asked still wanting answers. "You'll see." He said simply.
The rest of the trip was quiet, neither of us talked throughout. When we pulled into the driveway, I noticed the whole building was a little to 'Colorful' than a regular orphanage. The front yard looked like some girly flower bed, the building looked rather regal, and only on person was outside at the time. It was a small girl. She looked far younger than me, I thought she was 6 possibly 7 years old. We got out of the car and the girl immediatly walked over with a small smile on his face. As she walked up, she started blushing. "Um, hi." I said. "Oh, uh, H-Hi. My name is M-Merissa." She introduced. There was an awkwerd silence until David said he must leave and told me to be good, after which, he left. Next I looked back at Merissa and noticed she was wearing makeup and other things that "prettied her up". "Well, uh, might I ask why you're all spruced up?" I asked. Before she asnwered, her eyes widened and I could tell she was getting nervous. It was a little creepy. "Well, I just like to look my best." She said happily. "ooooookaaaaay... I guess I'll see you later then." I said a bit creeped out. After I walked towards the building I could hear what some people refer to as a "Love Sigh". I didn't really care.
I walked in the building, there were tons of girls in there, all wearing the same frilly dress. I was definatly freaked out now. As I stood there randomly, a rather tall, fat lady walked up to me and said "Well, Well, Well. Looks as if the new kid has Arrived.
Chapter 2
After a few awkwerd moments (which seems to happen a lot), she took me by the arm and dragged me to her office in the back of the "Great Hall" (Quotes because that was just what they called it.). "So, your the boy who's parents died, eh?" She asked sternly. "I don't see any other boys around here... which is a little odd, but still." I said still at a perfect 10 on the creeped out scale. "Listen you, this is where you'll be living, I hope David told you this is an all girl orphanage." She said. I was horrified! An all girl Orphanage?? I couldn't think of any thing wise cracking (as I usually am) to say, so I simply said "No, he didn't". "Pft, David is always like that. leaving out such important details." She said in a tone I didn't find comforting. "Listen boy, if your going to live here-" She began. "Here it comes..." I interrupted. "Shut up Boy!! Now, if your going to live here, you follow my rules! No matter what sex you are, your still going to be like everyone else here! You will follow our school uniform policy-" She said until I interrupted again saying "WHOA! This is a school too!? Dammit!!" I yelled. "SHUT THE HELL UP, AND FOR GOD'S SAKE DON'T CURSE! *Ahem* You will follow the following rules:
1. No cursing
2. No running in the halls
3. No wise cracking (Wow, that was a tough one to handle)
4. Follow uniform policy
5. NEVER leave the orphanage/school grounds!!
If you break any of these rules, you have 3 chances before we beat you.
Chance 1: Warning
Chance 2: Diaper Punishment (Being forced to wear a diaper for a week)
Chance 3: Petticoat punishment/Discipline (Forced to wear girl's clothing FULL TIME until "lesson is learned"
Final Straw: Being beaten mercilessly, DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR!?"
"Okaaaaay. I don't get rule three, otherwise, yeah." I said. "We just don't like wise cracking, girl's don't do that." She said. "Crap!" I yelled. "Oh, that reminds me, you're lucky "crap" isn't conisidered a curse word." She said less stern that before. "Yes." I said simply. "Now, we don't want you being to embarissed wearing a dress everyday, so you can either go to school as an ugly boy, or we can give you a makeover. Nobody will ever know you're a boy. Your choice" She said nicely. It was a really hard decision. If I didn't get the makeover and be self-humiliated, everybody would laugh and my life would end right then and there. BUT if I did get the makeover, I would develope "self humiliation" which just doesn't feel right. Also, if someone saw through the makeover, My life would end even worse. One more thing about the makeover thing, I've heard about a thing (not sure what it's called) that makes boys act like girls and like crap like this, which would be horrible. But I was not about to walk out of here and be laughed at so quickly in my life. After all, I was only 11 years old. I reluctantly chose the makeover. It took 2 hours to get a freaking makeover! It sucked big time, especially sice the ones doing it were the student teachers in the school (there were like, 3). They finished at about 6:00 PM. They gave me a mirror to see their work. I couldn't deny it, I looked ike one hell of girl, from all sides. (I think this part of the story just gave guys the answer to why girls take so long to "look good").
After which, they sent me to my dorm room (since school was already over for the weekend thank god). In there was girl about my age. Her name was Meri. She was in the clique of the "sporty girls", which were what I called the "Hotties of the school". "Oh my god! Your the new kid, aren't you?" She asked when I walked in. I remembered her from the Great Hall earlier, if she recognized me, I was so dead. "Um, Y-Yeah." I said nervously. "Oh, cool. Hey, why are you in boy clothes?" She asked. Luckily, I had an excuse. "It was a punishment to wear my brother's clothes from before my parents died, she never gave me back my clothes." I lied. "Oh, bummer. You can borrow some of my clothes I don't use if you want." She said generously. "No thanks. I'm okay." I said. "Well, okay." she said. I was struggling to keep as much of a girly voice as possible without going to far. Anyone who says going under cover is easy is a bitch. For the next few days (weekend), I was still adapting to everything. Monday was a disaster. I was called back to the office to receive my uniform. It had to be the sissiest thing I have ever seen. I was a boy, so I couldn't identify the parts of the uniform. All I can tell you is it was pink and frilly. I was forced to wear it obviously, it went down to my knees. It was gross, and the school was even worse. All they taught you in most classes was how to be a freakin' GIRL!! I had one friend and that was it, until the next friday afternoon. I took off the damned dress and dispite all punishments, I was going to leave the area. I easily got out of the open fence and started running. Two seconds later, I completely crashed against some kid my age. Guess who it was, Kyle. He got shocked on the head pretty hard and he started bleeding. I didn't know what to do, so I brought him up and walked him over to the medic. They bandaged his head quickly and easily. "Thanks dudett (How you say Dudett: dude-et), I owe you one." Kyle said as we walked out the front door. "It's not really a big deal, I mean, it was just a vein rupture." I said smartly. "What's that supposed to mean?" Kyle asked. I immediatly knew he wasn't very smart. "That means a vein burst" I said to put it in simpler terms. "Oh ok. Whatever, thanks. By the way, the name's Kyle." Kyle said. "Cool. I gotta go. See you around." I said as I turned around. "Wait! Did you know you sound a whole lot like a guy?" Kyle asked. I just then realized I wasn't using my girl voice and it was far to late to change it. I just said "uhhhh" until he asked "What's your name anyway?" "I was horrified, I hadn't made up a new name yet, everyone just called me "new kid" all throughout the week. I improvised with a girl's name I heard on YouTube before. I said "Oh, my name is Bree, Bree Kenson". "Cool,so are you like, a tomboy or something?" Kyle asked. I gave up, I told him to follow me. He followed me to a dark area beside the orphanage. "Okay, look Kyle, I'm not a girl. This is just like, a "makeover" so I won't get embarissed by every damned perosn in the damned orphanage." I explained to Kyle. "Dude, total bummer. Say, you wanna crash at my place tonight?" Kyle asked. I was tired of sleeping in a large pink bunk bed every night, so I gladly accepted. We traveled to Kyle's house which was conveniantly tocated next to the orphanage. We were in Kyle's room when Kyle finally said something. "Dude, you wanna take off all that makeup and crap? Must get annoying wearing that shit all over your face every damned day." Kyle said sympathetically. "It is, and I can't. I'll have to sit through another "makeover" for another 2 hours." I explained. "Total bummer. You know, people should know about this, but how can we get the story out?" Kyle said. That wasn't a bad idea, actually. "Well you have a video camera don't you? Let's make videos about this! We could put it on the internet and everything!" I said with exitement. "Let's make one now!" Kyle yelled. "Only one problem..." I started. After which I went to the bathroom, and for several minutes until I returned. My face had been restored to it's great boyish state. "...We can't put me on video with my face looking like a girl!" I said. I then started coming to Kyle's house EVERY night and returning to the orphanage at exactly 4:15 while everyone's still asleep. What aout looking like a girl then? Well I just came into the office early to get a new makeover every time I make a video the night before.
Things took off to LiveVideo.com, but my file got deleted for intersexual offense, same with YouTube, now here we are at BlogSpot.com!
Things took off to what you see here!
Sorry for making this so rediculously long
Devon with a Donut
Kyle Himself