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saikira999 · 4 months

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For TWST Minecraft, do you think you could do Lilia, Riddle, Leona and the tweels next. It doesn’t have to all be in one post.

~ Headcannons for TWST characters playing Minecraft

Hi! I was away for a long time because of exams and because I was writing headcanons with these characters. however, I want to warn you right away that I will only do two characters per post, for the sake of beauty. But don't worry! All headcannons have already been written and translated and I will exhibit them in the near future.

(By the way, I have already added Lilia to my old post with Azul. I'll keep all the links here)

Another parts about:

Azul and Lilia!

Idia and Malleus!

Jade and Floyd!

[Riddle]

Riddle definitely heard about this game, but was never interested... However:

1) "What? No, Ace, I won't play this game... How do you imagine Me playing with blocks? I'm not a child, and besides, according to the law of the Queen of Hearts, the number...."

2) Trey convinced Him by saying that the players of Heartslabyul needed Their leader, and playing together would strengthen Their camaraderie... And carefully hinted that not all of Them adhere to the rules of the game (Ace is a damn griefer).

3) First, studied all the information about the game, including the history of its creation, instructions, guides, and even memes, which He didn’t really understand.

4) “Why is the cake not cooked in the oven???”

5) Competes with Azul and Vil in meticulousness and pickiness. He always has perfect order in his chests, each labeled with its own type and number. If you put something in the wrong place, you are must be prepared to get hit in the neck with this object.

6) His house is a perfect symmetrical monster, built not far from the nearest village, next to a birch grove, on the border of which giant mushrooms grow. The house itself is small, with a rose garden around it, and a small lake in the shape of a heart. The house is predominantly made of birch and mangrove, maintaining a red and white palette. Inside there are many vases with roses, paintings and one iconic red bed.

7) The village that He occupied took under His wing, Riddle also rebuilt, planting flowers around it, making a statue of the Queen of Reds from carved stone, and in some places he rebuilt houses, or made new ones, to suit His style. He has good taste, however, this place often comes under the threat of griefing.

8) “I will not punish a freshman for breaking My building in a game about blocks. I will not punish a freshman for breaking My building in a game about blocks..... I will not.... "

Sees Ace surrounding TNT His village and setting it on fire*

"....."

Gets up from the computer and aggressively quickly stomps towards the freshmen's living rooms*

9) A peaceful player who only draws his sword if someone breaks some rules or behaves inappropriately. His blacklist: Ace, Grim, Floyd, Epel, and sometimes Lilia.

10) He prefers the construction and development of his own village (In no case because He likes power over anyone... And no! Not because He competes with Azul in whose village is better... No, no, no. Nope).

11) He runs the largest stable on the server and is very proud of it.

12) His favorite horse is Vorpal. A fast and healthy horse, dark brown in color with white spots, wearing iron armor.

13) Loves to prance around His village, appreciating it from all sides and receiving guests while sitting on a horse.

14) ...In no case because He looks taller like that...

15) Plays Minecraft in secret from his mother.

16) Tries to follow the laws of the Queen of Hearts even in the game and makes sure that players break away from the game in time and drink tea, or do not eat cakes or pumpkin pies within a certain period of time.

17) Despite His strictness, Riddle loves to help other players with buildings or resources.

18) Entry into His village is officially prohibited for Floyd.

19) ACE, EPEL, DON'T TOUCH THESE CHESTS!

20) .....Cakes....The chest is completely filled with cakes...... Completely.

[Leona]

How lazy... Headcanons for a lion and pixel cubes:

1) “What do you want from Me, herbivore? Ahh... yawn*... Do you want to play games for the little lion cubs again, hmm...?”

2) Didn’t want to play for a long time, because considered the game stupid and not worthy of His attention. And He started playing by accident, when he ordered Ruggy to bring Him a sandwich from the kitchen, but he suddenly refused, because “He’s fighting with some dragon and He doesn’t have time to serve on him now... OUCH! OUCH! ENDERMAN IS HITTING HIM!!!”...

3) Had to go get the sandwich myself...?

Nope. He sent someone else, and he himself started downloading this stupid game...

4) Definitely the laziest player. Leona only comes into the game when He gets SO bored that even sleep seems too energy-intensive for Him.

5) As a rule, Leona wanders from side to side, sometimes getting into fights with other players and monsters. He's not much of a builder, but he's quite a good fighter.

6) Loves to cause trouble and often pits other players against each other. It especially hits the villages of Riddle and Azul.

7) At first, He didn’t even try to work on His house, and simply dug a hole for Himself in a beautiful rock... But as he immersed himself in the game, he began to improve His lair more and more, adding some bulky stone structures to the rock and cobblestones, reminiscent of turrets growing from rock walls. Inside, everything is hung with vines, the palette has warm shades. Lots of carpets and flags. The inside of the "royal palace with one single ruler" is a little empty, as Leona only knew that His house must look great from the outside.

8) Perhaps He will plant a couple of acacia trees at the foot, since during construction he often fell down the cliff, and the foliage softens the fall... However, Ruggi, who lives right below Him, seems not very happy with this idea.

9) “Lightning rod, Ruggy. Make Me a lightning rod. You don’t want lightning to set fire to the dry grass near My rock?”

10) Exploits Ruggi, Yuu and other players as best he can, forcing Them to carry resources and food to Him.

11) In Savanna, where He settled, Leona found a huge village, which he captured and declared as His kingdom... Which He would quickly abandon, since he had already killed all the local livestock and accidentally beat up a couple of residents... And then the robbers came, and that village no longer exists... Boredom...

11) Definitely a good ruler (Nope).

12) Afk 24/7. Often, His character simply freezes in place, ignoring any attacks from mobs or players for the simple reason that the lion fell asleep right at the computer...

13) A couple of times he tried to use cunning to take power over other people’s villages and even the server itself, which is why he earned the title of “Local Villain,” but every time, He was either driven back to His rock or banned.

14) One day, as punishment for the fact that Leona had quarreled with the entire server, He was sent to the mine...... And He fell asleep there.

15) And when he woke up, he quickly persuaded Ruggy (I already feel sorry for Him. Seriously. Stop torturing the hyena) to give Him coal, iron and other amenities from the mine, so as not to dig in the dirt on His own.

16) Sometimes He teases Jack, taming wolves in front of Him.... Now, He has a whole army of dogs, ready to tear anyone in His path.

17) Besides Savanna, Leona loves to walk in the desert and jungle, but hates going into water.

18) All creepers are afraid of him.

19) Initially, the lion had poor preparation for the final battle with the dragon, but after visiting other players (DO NOT TOUCH RUGGY), Leona entered the portal, armed to the teeth, and was especially ferocious in battle.

20) Along with Idia and Yuu, he killed the dragon (Insert the sound of an angry cat fighting a huge lizard here), and was the one who picked up the egg.

Initially he wanted to burn it, but in the end he decided to voluntarily give the egg to Malleus “out of pity”... Well, and maybe a little because he wanted to exalt Himself and show who is cool and noble here.

...Needless to say, Malleus did not understand His evil mockery and accepted this ambiguous gift with a little funereal honor.

Give Me ten minutes and I'll post the twins. Also, if you find errors in the text, please report it in the comments (English is not my native language).

Reblog Me, please! :D

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starlightshadowsworld · 4 months

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The Port Mafia Brothers AU

Aka Bsd except Akutugawa and Dazai have a good sibling relationship.

Despite having Dazai as an older brother, Akutagawa and Chuuya get along well. There first meeting was...interesting to say the least.

Akutagawa: Wait? You're Chuuya Nakahara? The gravity manipulator and strongest ability user in Yokohama?

Chuuya: grins Damn right I am.

Akutagawa: But you're so small.

Chuuya: Why you! I'm only 18 years old, I'm still growing!

Akutagawa: What has age got to do with it? I'm 16 and taller than you. You should really drink more milk, though I doubt it would make much difference.

Dazai's just rolling on the floor laughing his ass off.

Dazai: Stop I can't breathe laughing Aww Aku, I really raised you well.

Akutagawa: You didn't raise me at all. I'm the one who has to trick you into eating your vegetables.

Dazai: pouts Akuu!

Chuuya: laughs Seriously? What are you a child?

Akutagawa: Last night he threw a tantrum because I said he can't eat nothing but crab.

Chuuya: Crab this crab that one day he'll turn into a crab.

Akutagawa: He will?

Chuuya: You know what they say, you are what you eat.

Akutagawa: Huh, I guess we'll have to call him Crabzai.

Dazai's joy fades as his sweet little brother and Chuuya end up getting along and make fun of him together.

Dazai: Nooo!!! This wasn't supposed to happen!

Akutagawa and Chuuya: Can it Crabzai.

#The Port Mafia Brothers #bsd dazai #dazai osamu #bsd chuuya #chuuya nakahara #bsd akutagawa #akutagawa ryuunosuke #bungou stray dogs #bsd

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legend-the-dumb-jock · 1 year

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Walking I got he old man’s office, Josè already knew what he was going to bargain for. After years of trying and never being able to achieve his ideal body type, he had resulted to drastic measures. Measures that led him to the old abandoned looking store in the back ally of this run down city. He was surprised when the ancient man behind the counter looked up at him and grinned. All Josè had to do was tell the old man his desire and next thing he knew a cold wind blew through the store while old man cackled. Josè was pushed from the store by a invisible force and right before him the door of the shop disappeared as if it had never been there. Leaving him to wonder if after all this time his searches were for nothing.

Turned away from the alley he began to walk back to his car. Another loss in his search for the ideal body he was trying to achieve.

Back in his apartment he skimmed through online forums trying to find something else that could work to help him get what he wanted. He was at a loss. He was willing to do anything to get the ideal body he wanted. Thinking back to his encounter with the old man he was sure that his request “make me bulking bear of a man!” Would have interested the old man but it seemed as though he was mistaken. He slammed the laptop he was searching the internet on and got in bed. Disappointed with the way his day has ended.

During the night tho he began to change. His skin began to take on a brown hugh. He tossed and turned not even aware that his body was changing while he slept. A thick beard quickly grew on his face while it looked as tho a carpet of thick dark hair began to push out of his skin. His nose rounded out as his cheek bones pushed out. Changing the shape of his face while his eyes became a little smaller. His feet thickened and lengthened. Stretching from an 11 to size 16 wide. His feet poked out from the bottom of his covers as he got taller growing from 5’10” to 6’3”. When he woke up the next morning, He was unrecognizable.

Letting out a loud yawn he noticed instantly that his voice was much deeper than it ever was before. His eyes shot open and he propped himself up. Seeing hairy feet poking out of the bottom the blanket he yanked the blanket off his body. Yelping at the hairy tanned body that was under his control. He took time getting ready. Exploring every inch of his body. The hairiness, the bigger feet, and even the bigger package that made him reposition himself. Sitting now with his legs spread eagle so he didn’t crush his new package. Going to the bathroom he took a picture and couldn’t help but smile. Finally having what he wanted.

He went out and for the first time in his life he was happy with himself. Confident in how he looked. Men would stop and. Hawk at him as he was the epitome of a hairy Hispanic daddy bear now. At the gym he couldn’t help but take a picture of himself. Posing while he felt the sweat drip down his hairy body after his first workout in his new body.

He was amazed at the strength he now possessed. He did t think there anything he couldn’t do. He was on top of the world.

When he got back home, he sat down to relax on the couch while he wait for his food to arrive that he ordered. He was committed to keeping this body in tip too shape now that he finally had it and that meant continuing on with his very strict diet of rice and chicken. Which was cheap when he could order it from the Chinese restaurant down the road. When the door bell rang his plain rice and bland chicken was there. He sat to eat the whole time still trying to get used to new bulk he had wished onto himself. Then the smell hit him. At first he thought something was rotting but soon was horrified to find it was his own breathe. Almost like he had halitosis. I. The bathroom he quickly brushed his teeth to get himself his horrible breath but didn’t do any good. It wasn’t long after that he smelled bo. Very pungent and enough to make his own nose burn. He jumped in the shower to wash the stink off. His own feet beginning to itch from the tangled hair and sweat that now adorned them. When he was done with his shower he had a few moments of freshness before the smell was back. Almost as if he never showered! What was worse was even though he has just dried himself off he could feel a heavy sweat droplet rubbing down his hairy back. Josè couldn’t make sense of what was happening. But it had to be worth it if it meant that he was going to be a like this. He loaded on the deodorant and popped some breathe mints. It was already much better than it was before. He just didn’t realize that with a body like this is meant new smells would come with it.

That might be tossed and turned some more in his bed. Just like the night before he was unaware that his body was still changing. Only this time all he did was sweat. The next morning he woke up he was in a puddle of sweat. His bed sounded like a wet spinach as the blankets and sheets stuck to his hairy body. The room smelt like a sauna only this was a permanent smell he would have to get use to.

Walking to the bathroom he thought he heard something. But he couldn’t make out the noise. In the bathroom he ran the water for his shower. Brushed his teeth and breathed into his hand. Yeah. Still horrible breathe. Popping some mints he got in the shower and did the same routine he did the night before. He felt so weird this morning though. He could feel his stomach gurgling. Like gas was building up inside. And when the water was shot off as if on command a loud fart escaped. When he got out of the shower he felt odd. The steam in the room was thick and hard to see. He wiped the mirror down and was scared at what he was seeing. The sound he heard. The gurgling sensation. It was all coming from his stomach. Which was slowly pushing outward.

He tried to suck his stomach in but found it impossible as it just kept pushing outward. Soon love handled formed and would hang over jock straps whenever he wore them.

His body continued to expand. His chest becoming heavy while his arms got even bigger. Soon his weight had had went from 175 to 250!

He didn’t know what to make of everything happened. His stomach was large and round now. Hard to touch. What little fat there was jiggled when he walked. This wasn’t what he wanted at all. He didn’t have anything that would fit him now. Everything would be skin tight or impossible to wear. He heard a wicked laugh laugh coming from the door way and looking over he seen the old man. “Get used to it. You’ve got some more weight to gain. You wanted to be a bear. So you’re going to be one”.

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hollowed-theory-hall · 2 days

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Hiii! Do you think Harry stopped growing at 17? If he was as tall as James in DH I would imagine he was taller than his father. I have three brothers and my family is full of male cousins and they all had growth spurts after 17. I could see him growing another couple of inches after the war. His mind and body is finally at peace after 16 years. I always hc him to be 6’0-6’2 at the age of 21.

As far as Harry being scrawny… aren’t most teenage boys? My brothers were into sports and didn’t get into the gym until they were done with high school. With the profession he’s in I would assume fitness would be a requirement for the role. Yeah, you have a wand but what if it breaks or you lose it? He has a huge target on his back having defeated the darkest wizard of all time, and I can’t imagine him not learning how to physically defend himself and his loved ones. I don’t see him a huge buff gym junky, but I do see him as someone who has a lean athletic figure and someone who concentrates more on leg day than arm day. I think going to the gym would be an escape for him and help him decompress. I know the hp world prefer a shorter skinny hero (probably because of Daniel Radcliffe) who looks like an underdog, however every underdog grows up and barely anyone has the same physique as their teenage self.

Honestly, all this differs a lot with genetics. Harry's growth spurts in the books reminds me of my younger brother. Like, my brother was like 5'2 at 15, then, in like, one month near his 16th birthday, he grew to 5'10 and when he was around 19 he grew again by two inches. So, Harry could definitely still grow taller, but we don't really have a way to know.

Like, men can still grow in height until their late 20s, and it's possible James didn't even finish his growth since he died at 21, so he might've grown even taller if he survived to 25. Like, that's possible. I just don't really have evidence for or against besides saying, yes, it's possible, but I wouldn't call it likely since it's highly individual and based on genes. Like, I know guys who stopped growing at 16 and have been stuck at the same height since then. I also know guys who are 25 and still grow taller. It's the magic of genetics.

Muscle mass, physique, and the ability to gain weight are also heavily dependent on genetics and age. Men in their teens and early 20s usually have a much higher metabolic rate, which keeps them lean regardless of how much they eat (again, genetics play a big role here and this isn't true for everyone). Physical activity like Quidditch, would make the already fast metabolism faster. This naturally fast metabolism, combined with certain genetic makeup, can leave you looking lean regardless of how much you go to the gym as well. Some men need to reach their mid-20s before they can actually start gaining the weight necessary to appear buff.

I think Harry would look less lean as he got older. Like, I can hardly imagine a Harry in his mid to late 30s being as lean as 16-year-old Harry. I think his physique will change as he grows, as happens to most people. But I agree with you I don't see him as a super buff gym dude at any point in his life. He's always on the leaner side in my head, but this is all in headcanon territory since it isn't covered by the books.

I would like to add that all the super short and scrawny descriptions of Harry come from the first 4 books when these descriptions are correct. In book 6 Harry is thin, but no one describes him as a scrawny boy with knobbly knees past book 4. Not even he himself. So I definitely see Harry of the final 3 books as more lean than scrawny.

And yeah, you're right about Radcliffe messing up everyone's mental image of Harry, both in looks and personality. It's one of the things that bother me most about the movies. And, everyone can headcanon whatever they want, but I personally don't like short Harry (when he's older, when he's 14, make him short). It's not his canon character and when writers write him short, it's sometimes accompanied by him being written as too passive and meek for my liking because Harry James Potter is not passive or meek. (Radcliffe Harry in the movies is much more passive, hence the skewed mental image I mentioned, but I digress).

Besides, while malnourishment and food intake could affect one's growth, people tend to overlook the 6 years of Hogwarts and Molly's food which would be a huge boost during his puberty years in which he's having most of his growth. Additionally, some people's food intake matters less to their physical development than others — again, I can't stress enough how specific genetic makeup is super important in all this discussion.

TL;DR

Harry might grow taller to be 6' or 6'2. We don't have any evidence for or against really, so it's up to your preference on what you want to headcanon. But it's definitely super possible. If Lily was taller than the average it would even be likley (but I couldn't find any notes on Lily's or Petunia's height). In the books, he is very lean, and it's a combination of a lot of different factors working together: his lifestyle, genetic makeup, and yes, being a teenage boy with the fast metabolism that comes with it. As Harry grows up, he'd probably want to stay fit, but to what degree is also in personal headcanon territory (I personally don't like him becoming an Auror, but that's my preferred headcanon. I still see him staying pretty fit out of paranoia, sort of. I mean, he spent all his teenage years with a Damocles sword over his head. He literally died. I think he's allowed to be a little hypervigilant after that. I mean, he already is, but you get the point).

#harry potter #hp #hp meta #hollowedtheory #asks #anonymous #harry james potter #my best boy hjp #hollowedrambling

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rileyh20 · 2 months

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do you have ponyboy and dally hcs

I don't know if you meant platonically or romantically or if you just wanted the separate characters

So I went with separate characters

Lemme know if that isn't what ya wanted tho!

Ponyboy Curtis:

A pyromantic, he loves fire (Until the church shit)

Suicidal Ponyboy go burrr- (Even if it’s accidental)

Has a fucking terrifying glare, but only actually glares at people when they wake him up (His poor brothers)

Chubby Ponyboy… (Especially after the book cuz his brothers made him eat more to gain nutrients and stuff)

Should not be left alone around a stack of books (He’ll read them all in like two hours)

A really fast reader, but he reads the book over and over again to the point he basically memorizes it

Major third wheel, doesn’t matter if the ship is Jally, or Stevepop, or something else, he’s just a third wheel at heart

Definitely reads the book before he watches the movie

Sometimes when he wants to write he just can’t, so he does other things instead, but once he’s in the zone, he’ll write for hours without hearing anything around him (He’s just like me fr)

Sarcastic and sassy af sometimes (Because I want him to be, no other reason)

He likes grandma hobbies (You know what I’m talking about, the knitting, sewing kinds of stuff, crafting thingies)

He would be the kind of person who helps you get your locker unstuck when you are either too scared to ask a strong person, or you don’t want your locker beaten into scraps when you could just ask Ponyboy

Cooks sometimes, he ain’t the best, but he isn’t terrible at it (He especially does it if Darry looks like he had a long day)

Sometimes he’s the only person able to stop Sodapop from putting food dye into the food (Especially if Darry is the one cooking)

Sorry y’all, but autistic Ponyboy is what I got for you guys

May or may not be gender fluid (Let me live my life)

Gets the WORST FUCKING ANXIETY when someone is driving, especially if it’s someone he doens’t trust driving like Two-Bit or Sodapop 😭✋

Okay, but you can’t argue with me on the fact he’s bi coded, and also asexual cuz I want him to be

Has made a joke about Tuesday being “Twosday” (Two-Bit), and everyone just quotes it every now and then

OH ALSO, A DIFFERENT TIME HE GIVES A TERRIFYING GLARE IS WHEN SOMEONE MENTIONS HIS GREEN EYES

Religious Ponyboy… I love you religious Ponyboy

Okay, but on a different note, I think Ponyboy is religious, at least in some way

Somehow knows everyone's full government name??? And also sometimes with use maiden names depending on how angry he is 😭✋

Will learn other languages so he can shit talk/swear in front of the gang

You know Ponyboy has those chubby cheeks, just squish his face

I love the HC of Ponyboy being taller than Darry when he grows up, but hear me out, Ponyboy getting a random growth spurt and just somehow being very tall when he’s like 16 or something

Also, gentle giant Ponyboy, please

Dallas "Dally" Winston:

Scared of spiders

He’s also scared of dogs

Ough, I’m thinking bi tbh

Will kick children

Has a soft spot for both Ponyboy and Johnny

Will go violent if he learns someone he cares about got hurt, both emotionally and physically

Sometimes draws, but doesn’t do it that often

Sorry for not having as many for Dally! I've been neglecting my duties to make HCs 😔

#the outsiders 1983 #the outsiders se hinton #the outsiders #se hinton #ponyboy the outsiders #the outsiders ponyboy #stay gold ponyboy #ponyboy #ponyboy curtis #ponyboy michael curtis #the outsiders dally #dallas winston #dally winston #the outsiders headcanons #the outsiders hcs #the outsiders movie #the outsiders book

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acesstark · 1 year

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My favorite details and little moments in Red, White, and Royal Blue

I’ve been thoroughly annotating Red, White, and Royal Blue, and even though I’ve read it nearly a dozen times in the last few years, there’s so many things I didn’t fully appreciate and little details I didn’t notice until I took the time to read every single line (I read very fast. Somehow I retain the information. I don’t know either.)

So here is a list of some of my favorite little details and moments that I appreciate a lot more lately:

1. “Nobody needs to know how hard he’s kicking underwater”

2. Amy is Ellen’s favorite secret service agent

3. Growing up June and Alex were forced to talk about their feelings

4. Zahra is a Howard graduate + from New Orleans

5. The lists Alex hid under a cushion as a kid that he still creates to make things make sense in his too-fast mind

6. Alex being perpetually bitter over Henry being taller than him

7. Henry walks around barefoot at Kensington, which isn’t important but is something I find interesting for no reason other than the fact that being barefoot is a horrible experience for me personally

8. Henry and Alex are both insomniacs

9. Alex physically got into bed with all of the kids at the hospital to read to them

10. “Alex crosses his arms, a mirror to Henry’s tic…” They’re both so neurodivergent

11. Alex and Raf sharing tropical skittles

12. June eats Margherita pizza, Alex eats mushrooms on his, and Ellen very possibly eats hers crust first

13. Ellen made a PowerPoint when Alex got his first girlfriend

14. Shaan has a motorbike

15. Henry’s favorite food is cheap falafel

16. Henry infodumps about classical mythology, the stars, sailboats, and Lord Byron, and bonds over Pride and Prejudice with June

17. Nora caught Alex watching videos of Justin Trudeau speaking French on multiple occasions

18. Mr. Wobbles and David are mates :D

19. Great British Bake Off is Henry’s comfort show because the colors and music are soft and everyone is nice to each other

20. “Alex was student body president and lacrosse cocaptain and prom king and valedictorian” just so that he wouldn’t have to think about his home life

21. Alex was a Boy Scout

22. “Henry doesn’t want the spotlight, and Pez naturally absorbs what Henry deflects”

23. A girl from the MCU Spiderman movies tried to hit on Alex at the NYE party

24. Nora then proceeded to flirt with the Spiderman girl

25. “‘m not bored,” Henry mumbles.

26. Alex listens to Kid Cudi

27. Alex has the highest approval rating in his entire family.

28. Alex keeps Captain America bandaids in his bathroom

29. Nora’s apartment is full of books and plants

30. Nora has also witness Alex shotgun a bottle of bbq sauce

31. “Alejandro”

32. Alex ranted to Nora about going down on a girl

33. Henry showing up to Alex’s bedroom 6 minutes early

34. Henry knew Alex wanted him before Alex knew he wanted him.

35. “[Alex’s] primary turn-on has always been competence”

(An ever growing list as I continue my reread)

#Henry is actually so autistic he’s just like me #autism x adhd duo and it’s just firstprince #firstprince #red white and royal blue #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #rwrb book #rwrb movie

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sonicasura · 1 year

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Biological Complications of a Half Troll

I just realized that Jim might've bitten way more than he could chew with becoming a half troll. Especially when you consider how shoddy the bath bomb Merlin made was. Like Jim can't even walk in sunlight without getting burned by the sun despite his human half. So biological angst ahoy!

Let's start with his age. He's around 16 so he still has a bit of growing to do as a human. Now here comes the troll side of the issue. 16 years old is literally still a baby for the species since they age more slower than humans.

Jim is now half of both. Would his growing rate remain the same or get fucked up from the troll side? Jim can potentially grow like a bloody bamboo as you can't forget how big trolls can get. Also his species is unidentified so yikes.

Like imagine turning seventeen throws you an extra three ft. Also it doesn't happen normally since the magical bath bomb is shoddy as fuck. Jim just walking under a door one day only to suddenly grow a few feet and put a hole through the roof with his horns.

Next is the appetite. You know Jim might need more food since he's now half troll. Experimenting with what the young man can eat is probably quite common. I won't be surprised if Jim craves a lot of raw meat as trolls do feed on animals. Possums, cats, HUMANS, etc. Imagine Jim just going feral and tries to eat whatever he can get his hands on from hunger. Fucking yikes.

I can't forget the dysphoria he must have either. Jim was shorter than his mother as human and is now a foot taller than her. No one could handle such a change so easily. Jim probably bumped his head or got himself stuck somewhere cause he unconsciously thinks he's still human size.

Next is features. I won't be surprised if Jim might get more than just stone skin and horns. A lot of people headcanon that he might have a tail under his armor since the Eclipse Armor covers his whole body.

Imagine what else might be hidden or he could potentially have as he ages because his troll half is still unknown. Motherfucker can possibly get extra limbs such as arms maybe even wings. Imagine poor Jim waking up to find out his extra eyes and wings.

Or am I being just a sadist?

#sonicasura #trollhunters #tales of arcadia #tales of arcadia trollhunters #toa trollhunters #toa #jim lake junior #jim lake jr #james lake junior #james lake jr #troll!jim #troll jim #half troll!jim #half troll jim #personal opinion #biology of a half troll

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kiragecko · 9 months

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Height and Bodytype Headcanons for the Batfamily

Note that most of the people I hang around with are germanic and tall. I recognize that 6 foot is not the average height for men, but it is around here, and that affects my concepts of what's normal!

Dick - 5'11" (180cm), and built like a martial artist/ballerina. So, slim with noticeable muscles. Can be shorter if the people he's around aren't all giants - I like him being one of the shorter people in the room.

Babs - 5'10" to 5'11" (178 to 180cm), and angular. She's got boney, pointy limbs and face. She had noticeable curves before her accident, but has never had a particularly slim waist - she's just busty enough, tall enough, and had big enough thigh and butt muscles, to look thinner than she was. Still has the chest, but her large shoulders and softer stomach has changed her silhouette. I like her being taller than Dick in heels, but don't care too much in flats.

Jason - 6'2" (188cm), and built like a Large Rectangle. Big boned, muscular, AND chubby. Jason being at least a little chubby is IMPORTANT to me. Is either slightly shorter OR slightly taller than Bruce, so height can vary to make this possible.

Tim - 5'6" (168cm) and has a similar build to Dick, but usually slightly less defined. Weight fluctuates quickly - he has to concentrate on his diet to keep weight on - and fat usually appears on his limbs first, making them look softer and less muscular than they actually are. But when he forgets to eat a few meals it becomes obvious that he's in shape (if you somehow manage to see him without his usual 3 to 5 layers). You are allowed to imagine him taller but you ARE wrong.

Steph - 5'8" (173cm) and curvy. Anywhere from slightly chubby to moderately fat is good with me. Muscles are never visible no matter how in shape she gets and this frustrates her. ¿Why must she look so cuddly?, she wants it to be obvious she can kick people's teeth in!

Helena (Bertinelli) - 5'9 (175cm) and almost as angular as Babs, but scaled thinner/narrower. Average chest size, but breasts are long/droopy, and don't project much. Lack of curves and small bones make her appear weaker and less muscular than she is. Do not be fooled. Though her proportions also contribute to a subtle sense of hunger and intensity that many people find subtly uncomfortable.

Cass - Anywhere from 5'4" to 5'8" (163 to 173cm). I have no preferences as long as she can wear Tim's clothes. Build like Small Rectangle. She is all muscle. No room for curves. The only weight she gains is muscle, no matter how much she eats. Japanese wrestler Mayu Mukaida seems like a good reference.

Damian - 4'6" to 5' (137 to 152cm) and he ... look, I do not know how to describe an 11 year old. Muscle isn't visible, he just doesn't look noodley. Or chubby. Like, he's 11! That's his body type! (I HAVE an 11 year old. They come in noodley, sticklike, chubby, and not varieties. If you draw that kid with defined muscles you're telling me his family is abusive and okay with warping his skeleton.)

Kate - 5'7" (170cm) and her face is the most angular of the bunch, but the rest of her is stocky gymnastic curves. (Female gymnasts can have SUCH cool bodies - lots of muscle, but none of it defined. It doesn't look the same as fat-based curves, but it also doesn't scream 'muscles' to the casual observer, and I love it!) Her muscle turns to fat QUICKLY, and then she has to build new muscle which doesn't affect her fat deposits much, so she usually has some chub. (Especially when recovering from injuries.) Fat usually appears in her breasts and thighs first - she has a LOT of bras to account for frequent cup size changes.

Duke - okay, I know adult Duke is going to be around 6'1" (185cm). And I know 15-16 year old Duke hasn't finished growing yet. But I don't know how tall he currently is! He's more muscular than most of his siblings, but also lanky. Big hands and feet he hasn't quite grown into ... Hmm, I have decided he was 5'5" and almost stocky when he first started hanging out with Bruce, but has grown at least 3 inches since then and they're having to limit how much he trains because he doesn't HAVE any bodymass left to convert to muscle, it's all going into height. Next month it will be 4 inches.

Bruce - 6'1" to 6'3" (185 to 191cm) and BIG shoulders. 70s martial artist-shaped Batman is really cool, but modern musclebound hulk also seems accurate. He is Shrödinger's Bat. My Batman started in 1939 (which is 15 years before 2011 and 16 years before 2023) and it doesn't make SENSE for him to be 6'3" then. But he is now? Maybe he had a growth spurt when he turned 30. Height can vary to properly scale with current child.

Alfred - 6' (183cm), thin, and boney. He matches his pencil-thin mustache. NOT frail. No old-people bird bones! He's still in his mid-60s. Enough muscle to lift an unconscious Bruce, but it remains a mystery where that muscle is hiding.

#gecko's headcanons #gecko trying to describe bodyshape:#“¿why am I talking about breasts so much?”#helena and kate are here because I wanted to describe more ladies #they will still usually be absent #I WANT to include Helena more #but her relationships with Dick Babs AND Bruce upset me #and most of these involve relationships #I can't only focus on her and Tim!#I have unreasonably strong opinions about their heights #for no real reason

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justsome-di · 1 year

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Nobody Ends Up Dead in a Bathtub, Everyone Keeps Their Organs: Chapter 18

Summary: Alex is an ordinary, highly-introverted office worker. He clocks in and out and goes home to his little apartment he shares with his younger sister. He hasn’t dated in years. Until his co-workers set him up on a blind date.

The only issue is he and his date are not on the same page. At all.

While Alex thinks it’s a normal date, Damián is under the impression Alex is a client who paid to be there. No-so-quickly, they realize something is up. It’s all a prank. Damián is a sex worker Alex’s co-workers hired as a sick joke.

After reassuring that they’re both okay, Alex decides he wants revenge for both him and Damián. The plan is to use the stigma of sex work and start a 6-week, scandalous fake dating scheme with a big finale at the office Halloween party. Alex’s co-workers will be too horrified to try to prank him again. At least, that’s the plan.

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“Can I steal a spoonful? I don’t have germs. I promise.”

“Sure.”

Damián scraped Alex’s peach ice cream into the tip of his spoon. It was a lot better than he had expected. All his years eating ice cream, he had never once thought about trying peach. He didn’t think fruits and ice cream went together, but he stood corrected. It was sweet and a little tangy.

Ice cream was already an indulgence for him, and when he indulged, he went all out. He wanted chocolate. He wanted the most perceived-unhealthy item on the menu. It was a hard habit to break just like the occasional binge when he was in the middle of a fast.

It was just another obsession.

The peach was light on his tongue.

“That’s really good—ow. Ow. Fuck.”

He clamped his hands over his mouth and squeezed his eyes shut. Pain shot up from his teeth and into his face.

“You okay?” Alex asked.

“My teeth are a little sensitive, and I bleached them right before I left the house which only makes them more sensitive. So, in hindsight, ice cream was a bad idea.”

Alex looked like he wanted to say something, but he didn’t. Whatever it was, Damián was glad Alex didn’t say it. He rubbed his tongue over his teeth where his nerves shot pain through to his jaw. He had numbing gel in his cabinet at home. When he got in for the night, he could smear it on his teeth as was routine.

Damián slid his chocolate across the table to Alex. “Here, try mine.”

Alex took a modest scoop from Damián’s cup.

Damián should have felt guilty about eating ice cream without an accompanying binge, but he was more concerned about having a nice night with Alex. It was great how Alex so easily helped him enjoy food, replacing the majority of his worry about calories with joy about the moment.

“Do you really like soccer?” Alex asked. “Were you telling the truth tonight?”

Ah. Wasn’t it hard to tell when Damián slipped in little bits of his real life into his appointments? Even Damián lost track sometimes depending on how deep the facade went.

“Yeah!” Damián said. “Leo’s more into it than I am, but I’ll watch it with him. What about you? Do you like sports?”

“Not really.”

“That’s fair.”

“I used to play soccer, though.”

Damián tucked his chin into his hand. That was interesting. “When?”

“Fifth grade. I quit after a year. All the other boys started to grow, and I didn’t.”

“Aw. I was a late-bloomer, too.”

“I never bloomed. You can see me. I only reached five-six.”

“It’s okay. My little brother was taller than me by the time he was 16. It hurt. We both got our height from our mother, but I guess he got a little bit more of it.”

“We love a tall woman.”

Damián tapped his spoon against his cup.

“Sorry,” Alex said. “Maybe we don’t love a tall woman.”

Damián continued tapping his spoon. It was hard to talk about.

“Do you not get along with your parents?”

Persistent, wasn’t he? Why was Alex so invested in him?

Dropping his voice to a whisper and looking around him, Alex asked, “Are you out to them?”

Damián laughed. “Yup. I’m out.”

“And they didn’t…”

“They weren’t super okay with it. And they were especially not okay with the escorting thing.”

Alex grimaced. “That’s rough. I’m sorry.”

“What about you? Are you and Eve out to your parents?”

“Yeah. And they’re these liberal hippies, so they’re cool with it. I don’t think they totally understand it, but you take what you can get.”

“Don’t I know it.”

Damián’s parents had been loving and doting up until the moment they found out. He had made the mistake of meeting with the son of his parents’ friends for a party. The boy had paid him to be a date to a school gathering, and they slipped away later that night to hook up—no charge. What had happened was totally organic. Two deeply-closeted boys were eager for anything they could get. The fact that they both could have found each other attractive was enough to make up their minds.

Damián would have never fallen for him for real. He had bad teeth, and his personality was a bit dull. Damiàn couldn’t have really blamed him for either. But still, seeing his large front teeth and listening to him give boring anecdotes about his classes would have become a turn-off for Damián as he got older.

The boy’s parents caught them with Damián stuck in his ass.

Damián’s parents had been rather dramatic about it. His mother was inconsolable for a month. Which might have also been in part due to the fact that his father had had a heart attack as soon as it all happened. Damián wasn’t even allowed to hang around the house those days to make sure Leo was being fed or going to school. An aunt quietly told him that it would be for the best if he gave everyone space.

And that was it. Damián had spoken to his parents a handful of times since.

He counted to three and left the conversation behind.

“So,” Damián said. He leaned back in his chair and twirled his spoon around. “We’re doing this revenge scheme for both us and Martin now, right? He seems nice enough. We need to fuck with the others on his behalf, too?”

“Yes.”

"Good.”

Alex rubbed his palms against his jeans, a nervous habit Damián had easily picked up on. He tilted his head to get a better look.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I’m nervous about how this is going to come off,” Alex said. “Trying to trick people.”

“We just tricked a whole room of people.”

“I know, but what about a whole party?”

Damián shrugged. “Just act like you would act with any other partner. I always tell my clients it works best if you pretend like it’s all real. Just think about your last partner.”

Alex wiggled in his chair and looked out the window. The sidewalk was flooded with people.

“I’ve never—“ Alex sighed and rolled his head back to Damián, his face red. “I’ve never really dated anyone.”

“Oh.”

Damián wasn’t aware of that.

“Yeah. It’s never really been my choice, either.”

Damián couldn’t believe that someone like Alex had ever had trouble finding a date. Once past his awkwardness, Alex was very attractive and caring.

He stopped himself from thinking about that any further. While the line between client and friend could be blurred easily, the line between client and partner wasn’t as easily, ethically disrupted.

“Well,” Damián said, “that’s everyone else’s loss.”

Alex kept his head tucked down. His ice cream was melting into a pool of peach around the edges of a solid iceberg. His spoon sunk low into his cup.

“Really,” Damián continued. “This entire time, I’ve expected you’ve had plenty of experience.”

“Getting set up on a humiliating date as a prank should have been your first clue that I don’t get much attention in that area.”

“I’m sure you’ve had some people have tried dating you. You must have just been blind to it because there’s no way someone like you hasn’t had dozens of admirers.”

Alex cringed. “No, I’m not all that special.”

“Don’t say that!” Damián didn’t mean to shout it, but he wouldn’t let Alex put himself down any further. “Don’t say that. You’re a good guy, Alex.”

Alex had a sort of sheepish look. He looked up at Damián with the face of a lost puppy. Damián wanted to go on and say all the things he thought about Alex—how he thought Alex was legitimately handsome with his dumpling face and his kind eyes and how Damián enjoyed all the time they were spending together.

“But I’m nothing like you,” Alex said.

“And? I haven’t had people knocking on my door, either.”

Alex started to say something, but he cut himself off. He looked almost angry that Damián had contradicted him.

“I’ve only ever dated a few people. Actually dated,” Damián said. “I didn’t date in high school because of the whole in-the-closet thing.”

“That’s funny. I only dated in high school.”

Damián raised his hand, palm up. “Um, hold on. You just said you’ve never dated anyone.”

“Well, it doesn’t count, but it was the closest I’ve ever gotten. I went on a single date, and it was traumatizing.”

Alex told Damián all about Mary Ellen and her slushie and how their date had ended so terribly. Damián winced for him and told him that it was okay. Teenagers were scary and had no emotional regulation. Nothing about them made all that much sense. Alex had just caught in the crossfire of whatever else was going on with her.

“The last guy I dated,” Damián said with a little pang in his chest he was learning to forget, “was a real piece of work. I thought I had hit the jackpot with him because he was another sex worker. So, I thought, of course he understands me. There was no need to explain anything. But there were so many things about him that were just—they should have all been red flags, but I ignored them.”

Alex’s brows were furrowed and tense. “Like what?”

“He was a little too involved in knowing where I was all the time. It was a little weird. Obviously, he understood I was all over the place for work, but if I wasn’t meeting with a client, he wanted to know where I was, who I was with, all that shit. And to an extent, I understood. He said he wanted to make sure I was safe because I made him watch a bunch of true crime documentaries, but he—okay, you know what? Maybe that was partially my fault. Oh my God, wait, was I the problem?”

“No,” Alex said. “You can be paranoid without being controlling.”

“I don’t know if he wanted to control me, but he was clingy like that. The final straw was when he didn’t want Leo moving in with me.”

“Wait, what?”

“I don’t know! He was so upset about it. He said if Leo moved in, it would set us back from finding a place together.”

“How long did you guys date?”

“We had been together for a couple of years already. But obviously, I’m going to choose my brother over some guy.”

Damián fished out his phone. He didn’t know why he felt compelled to show Alex proof of Christian, but he pulled up the one picture he knew was still posted to Christian’s Instagram, buried deep beneath selfies and a new man.

“He was super hot.” Damián showed Alex the picture. He and Christian were snuggled up together outside a theater, smiling and wearing matching beanies. Christian was handsome as ever, strong jaw and beautiful brown eyes. His hair which was usually wrapped in man-bun was let down around his shoulders. A mutual friend had taken it on the eve before their first anniversary. “So maybe that was why I ignored all the red flags.”

“Eh.” Alex shrugged. “He’s okay. You could do better.”

Damián laughed. It was the absolute opposite of what others had told him after they split up. Damián couldn’t do better, his friends said, than the hot man who had money and a sense of humor. Christian had got him high-paying, returning clients. They told him using Leo was a petty reason to break up with him. Funny enough, Damián didn’t see much of any of those friends after the split.

“Honestly, he was a little dumb, too,” Damián said.

“Well, you can’t be with someone who’s dumb. Looks can only make up for so much.”

Damián pressed the curve of his spoon into his ice cream, pushing an imprint into the top of the remaining mound. He stabbed through it and left his spoon standing up.

He didn’t miss Christian anymore. He had for a long time, but he had since gotten over it. Christian was in his past, and he could no longer remember how Christian felt laying in bed next to him or how his hips felt under his hands.

Looking across the table at Alex and wanting so desperately to say something more to him, Damián knew for sure that Christian was best left behind him.

“Anyway, enough about my ex,” Damián said, “I think we’ll be okay at the party. We have a coworker of yours who’s totally convinced, and that’ll help us.”

“Are we gaslighting people?”

“No. No, it’s more like outright lying.”

“Okay. That’s more ethical.”

“I think so.”

Alex looked at his sad, melted cup of ice cream. He yawned, and his face scrunched up like a kitten’s. Damián told himself that he had to chill.

Damián called a car for them and let it drop Alex off at his apartment first.

“Thanks for coming with me tonight,” Alex said as they were turning onto his street.

“I have never had so much fun playing Trivial Pursuit.”

They came to a stop. The driver swiped through a few songs on his phone until he landed on something with a heavy bass.

“I’ll see you Monday,” Damián said.

And, completely unlike him, Alex reached across the seats and squeezed Damián’s hand. He did it quickly and a bit weakly before sliding out of the car. But Damián still felt it all the way home and all the way up to his floor.

He dug for his key in his jacket pocket but instead of shoving it into the lock, he stopped and let his head fall into the door with a thud.

His relationship with Alex confused him. They were probably definitely friends by now, but he could tell it was hurling towards more.

“Did you get locked out?”

Damián straightened up and spun around. Danny stood outside his own door across the hall, giving Damián the same annoyed look that he always did. Danny never seemed happy—especially when it came to Damián. They were complete opposites. While Damián was pretty happy-go-lucky and generally cheery, Danny always looked one second away from snapping at anyone around him. They were both smart, though, and Damián thought that there was some mutual respect in that.

Damián loved him. They had been neighbors for years, and Damián had adored him from the first time he set eyes on his thinning hair and grouchy brow.

“No,” Damián said. “I’m not locked out.”

“Are you just being dramatic?” Danny asked.

“Yes.”

Danny sighed and shoved his key in his door. “Are you okay?”

“No.”

“Is it life or death?”

“No.”

“I’m going to regret asking you this, but do you want to come in for a drink?”

Damián, social butterfly that he was, didn’t even give a verbal answer and simply twirled around and followed Danny into his apartment. He loved every chance he got to step into Danny’s apartment. It was sophisticated with full bookshelves and sleek, dark countertops. It was slightly bigger than Damián’s, or it at least felt like that since Danny didn’t have a roommate.

The overhead, hanging lights reflected off the black counter Damián took a seat at. Danny didn’t turn on many lights which gave the whole place a dramatic air. Like an interrogation room on a TV show.

Danny pulled out a bottle of whiskey from his cabinet and two matching tumbler glasses. Damián was very impressed that he had matching glasses for his alcohol.

“What happened?” Danny asked.

Damián had never told Danny about being a sex worker, but he was sure that Danny knew. There were a few times when they had run into each other in the hall, Danny on his way to work and Damián on his way home, still dressed and exhausted. Danny would ask if he was okay, quiet, his usual crass demeanor dropping for just a brief moment.

“There’s a guy,” Damián said, “I think I’m falling for him?”

Danny glared. “Is that it? Do you think that’s worthy of a drink?”

“Yes?”

Danny shoved the glass at him. Damián was never that great at telling the value of alcohols, but he knew that Danny had high-quality liquor. It wasn’t watery and sugary like the whiskey he and Leo bought.

Damián coughed. Danny’s whiskey stung his throat and stomach before it settled down to a comfortable heat.

“If you throw up in my apartment, I’m kicking you out.” Danny sat down across from Damián. There was a waft of cigarette smoke that came from his clothes. Damián wanted to smoke really bad. “Don’t you have real problems in your life?”

“I do. And this is one of them. If you don’t mind, I’d appreciate your sage advice as an older gay. Don’t you want the younger generation to thrive?”

“Don’t try guilting me with that bullshit,” Danny said. He took a sip of his whiskey.

Fine. Why do you think you’re falling in love with this guy? And don’t you fall in love with everything? You see a pigeon, and you’re starstruck.”

“Pigeons are unique creatures. They have a long, loving history with humans, and—“

“I don’t care. They’re flying rats.”

“Rats have been wrongly vilified for centuries. They can actually be sweet, and they’re quite social.”

“If you don’t tell me about this boy in the next 30 seconds I’m going to grab your scrawny ass—“

“His name is Alex.”

Danny nodded. “How’d you two meet?”

The whole thing would have been easier if Damián could tell Danny everything.

“It’s complicated,” Damián said. “But we’re supposed to be totally platonic—I guess. We’re doing a work thing together, I caught feelings, and now we’re seeing each other more, and everything is complicated.”

“Why does it matter how you feel?”

“It makes things messy.”

“Messy how?”

“It just does.”

“That’s not a reason. Does he like you back?”

“He might?”

“I can’t see the issue beyond you just being fussy.”

“It makes things,” Damián waved his hands around, “complicated.”

“You’re old enough to know that any relationship is complicated.”

Danny did have a point. His relationship with Christian was complicated for reasons beyond the control thing. His relationships before Christian were full of messy schedules and distance that didn’t work out. One boy, unfortunately, ended up being a Republican, which shook Damián up so much that he ended things via text and blocked his number.

Alex was a different type of complicated, though. Damián had never pursued a client. He had also never totally befriended a client before, either. The closest he had ever gotten was Diego.

“Act on your feelings if you’re serious about this,” Danny said. “It’s that simple.”

“Simple?”

“You’re overthinking things. You’ll have to get over this whole ‘it’s complicated’ thing like you’re a teenager and move on. Either suck it up and be alone or tell him.”

“Ugh. But that’s work.”

“It’s not that hard, Damián.”

“Uh-huh. And how’s your romantic life going, Danny?”

Danny huffed. “We’re not talking about that.”

“You know,” Damián ran his fingers around the edge of his glass. “Mr. Marcel downstairs is pretty handsome.”

“He’s 70.”

“And he retired well. You could be a sugar baby.”

“No—shut up. Tell Alan how you feel and move on. There’s no point in getting so worked up over a crush. You’re 30.”

He was spot on. There was no way of knowing how things would go unless Damián pursued something. But also—

“His name is Alex.”

“I do not care what his name is.”

“Oh. Okay.”

“Finish your drink.”

Damián sipped at his drink until it was all gone, and his belly was warm, and his head felt clearer but a little light. He hadn’t eaten enough that day to be drinking.

“Go home.”

Danny often spoke in demands.

Damián got to his feet, let himself adjust to a new position and walked towards the door. Right next to his front door, Danny had hung an oil painting of two naked men embracing, their penises totally visible and erect.

Damián like to look at it every time he was invited inside. He loved the finer details of it. The men’s expressions were so tender. Their brows were delicate. A dab of pink gave them faint blushes along their cheeks. There were things about them—messy hair and a little roll around one of their hips—that Damián appreciate the artist for including.

It was a beauty Damián coveted. He wanted beauty like than more than anything on Earth.

Danny was right. He had to say something. He had to make a move.

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Steve Harrington | Stranger Things 1 || Prompt Breathplay // Missionary

Season 1 era Steve; 2.5k words; NO BETA/ SELF-EDITED, Swearing, Underage (Steve is canonically either 16/17), Religious Trauma, Blasphemy, Christian Church Setting (haha missionary GET IT??), Reader Has An Overbearing Mother (think Margret White from Carrie), Perv!Reader, Implied Female Masterbation, Semi-Public, I Used Every Euphemism In The English Language And Laughed While I Was Doing It, Corruption Kink (loss of virginity), Ignorance of Contraceptives (please use condoms irl), Standing Sex, Choking, Creampie

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You haven’t seen the Harringtons or their son at the church since he started basketball in seventh grade (1979 felt so long ago). You were still to this very day being homeschooled by your mother and had no friends outside of the congregation. But you still did some growing up. Yes, you’ve learned a lot of things– things that would make your mother burst into flames like the burning bush from Proverbs. If only she knew about the very interesting reading section hidden in the back rooms of the local library…

Steve Harrington had always been an attractive boy, but now? Now, upon seeing his perfect brunette locks and bored freckled face, your body tingles pleasantly. Was he taller? Definitely. And even a sheltered child like you could not be so isolated as to miss the giggly whispers of his legendary sexual prowess (a few of your fellow ‘innocent’ church sisters should toss aside their purity rings, including you at this point).

One of the girls had even shared with you in secret that ever since she gave herself to Steve Harrington, every attempt to recreate that delicious sin had become moot. ‘It’s like eating sand to try and quench your thirst,’ she had said in mourning.

You wanted it. You wanted him. But for now, you need to wait. You chew the inside of your lip to keep yourself focused. The service was just starting.

…

Steve was practically falling asleep. Pastor Douglas had a voice that droned monotonously and the rest of the pews were silent save a few bored children in the back who needed to be shushed every five minutes. His dad had already taken his wrist watch to stop him from glancing at it, claiming it was a rude gesture.

And from the corner of his eye, Steve notices Mr. Harrington ‘listening with his eyes closed’ again. Meanwhile his mother filed her nails absently on the other side of the pew. No one would notice if he left now.

Trying to attract the least amount of attention, Steve waits until the pastor looks down to read another bible passage before he stands and slides out of the pew quiet as a mouse. He loosens the know of his tie and heads for the bathrooms, praying he doesn’t run into one of the more loquacious older sisters along the way.

The men’s bathroom is empty– he checks both stalls to be sure. There’s a PA system allowing the live service to continue its boring drivel to be heard in here (and in every side room). Steve takes a leak, and as he’s washing his hands and wondering what else he could do to keep himself hidden for a little longer, the bathroom door opens.

Steve looks to see who has entered and freezes instantly. He didn’t… he didn’t walk into the women's restroom by mistake, did he? He looks back at the urinal to confirm he isn’t crazy, then looks back at the girl by the door.

You merely give him a friendly little wave. “Hi. Steve, is it? Haven’t seen you around here in a long time.”

…this was weird. “Y-yeah, um. Yeah. And, I’m sorry, you are…?”

You tell him your name and he clicks his fingers. “Oh! You passed out the programs earlier! Hey, how come I never see you around Hawkins High?”

Encouraged to speak, you take leisurely steps around the room and tilt your head playfully. “Mother dearest doesn’t believe in any education that does not flow directly from the Bible.”

“Oh,” Steve nodded sympathetically upon picking up the bittersweet tone in your voice. “I think I know which sister your mom is. She a little–” he twirls his finger next to his head, “cookoo?”

“A little?” You pucker your lips tightly to suppress a laugh. “That is the understatement of the century.”

You both snort just as you come to a stop next to him at the sink. Steve takes his bottom lip between his teeth and his gorgeous brown eyes wander over your frumpy little Sunday getup. The dress you are wearing is utterly bereft of color or style, two sizes too big and two decades out of date. The sweater on your shoulders looks handmade, yet you are still swimming in it. However, the decorative belt cinched at your waist gives away a hint of what your mother clearly wanted her pretty little angel to hide– a woman’s body.

“I’d do anything to go to real school,” you say dreamily. Steve’s eyes follow your movements as you press one clean, unpainted fingernail between your teeth. “Geography, math, gym! Always pictured myself making good friends on the volleyball team…”

You caught Steve smiling. You didn’t actually know if Hawkins had a volleyball team (hell, you didn’t even know how to play it), but you had seen pictures of it in one of those sinful magazines made for godless men (so your mother would label them). They weren’t inherently sinful, but the angle of the photographs and the suggestive text told a different story. And right now, Steve is trying to picture you in those tiny shorts and jumping around with a bunch of other pretty girls. He was damn near close to drooling on his collar when you reached out and smoothed a hand over an imaginary wrinkle in his crisp, white shirt.

“Anyways,” you sing softly, “you’ll have to tell me all about your adventures and shenanigans. I bet high school is really wild.”

Steve doesn’t really seem to hear what you were saying, too distracted to respond. Naturally, his hand caresses the back of yours and pulls it towards his smooth and slender lips, careful to watch your reaction as closely as you are watching his. You see him hesitate for a moment, with just the tip of his tongue peaking out as he glances quickly at the door. He’s been gone too long… someone’s going to notice his absence…

The tip of your finger taps his pretty pink tongue, demanding his attention back to you. “Pastor Douglas is almost finished with his sermon, but unless your parents are ok with leaving before communion, I’m afraid it’ll be hours before you get to go home.”

Steve growls under his breath. He thinks back to the service program and how many events take place before communion is given. The deacon’s announcement, the choir and hymns, a new young man training to be Douglas’ replacement as he retires to become an Elder… Steve wanted to shoot himself.

Instead he finds himself pulling your hand back to his mouth and trailing kisses over the backs of your fingers down to your wrist. He watches your eyes darken and your breath stutter, even feels your other hand grasp his hip tightly for balance. Playing with you would be a lot more fun, he thinks.

And with an impish curl of your lips, you know you’ve won. “Why don’t you go sit for the deacon’s announcement, and then meet me in the hallway with the back entrance. Do you know where the storage closet is? I could use some help moving furniture.”

Moving furniture, she says. Steve nods quickly, already feeling his blood rush faster into his extremities.

…

The door is barely closed before Steve’s mouth is pressing hot kisses all over your face, always circling back to your mouth where his tongue licks greedily at the lingering flavor of butterscotch candy. Your hands are all over one another, wrinkling clothes and grasping at the concealed bodies underneath. It's almost impossible to catch your breath and it's making you dizzy but you just can't bring yourself to turn away from him.

Mercifully, your wolfish companion turns his rapt attention to feast on other parts of you. He pulls the zipper on the back of your dress down and shoves all scraps of fabric away from your shoulders until they are bare. Then his teeth and his tongue worship every inch, searching for sweet spots that make you whimper or gasp.

Your hands are shaking as you grip the back of his shirt. While your sweater dangles from your forearms, your dress sags so low it's almost pooling on the floor. One of Steve's hands brushes the gray bodice further aside and takes up your breast into his hand, and then he's moaning into your neck.

If this is sin then the devil may have you.

"Steve," you whisper, shocked by just how much this act feels like being burned.

Everything is just so hot and it's eating at you from the inside. Just when you think it can't get warmer, he does something else and it feels like actual fire.

You squeak on accident and quickly bite your tongue to keep quiet as Steve hooks his arms around your thighs and lifts you onto his hips. Your eyes flutter as you feel him press your back into the wall, clumsily knocking a few wire hangers to the floor. If he leaves you now, you'll surely perish.

Then his beautiful, lovestruck lust drunk face comes back into view and he says, "shit, I didn't bring a condom with me."

For you, the issue floated away instantly. "You don't need one."

"Oh–" you cut him off with a passionate kiss, but as soon as your lips part and you try to mimic his earlier actions (the exploration of kisses on the neck), he asks something else. "Are you on the pill?"

Annoyed, you shrug and bite his Adam's apple as punishment. "I don't know what you're talking about. Now shut up and fuck me."

He doesn't need to be told twice.

It takes far too long for your liking, but you manage to work together to wrestle your bunched up dress out of the way in time for the choir's last song to start.

You entertain yourself by pulling on Steve's hair and sucking bruises onto his jaw while he fumbles with his pants, and then you gasp at the feeling of his fingers being pushed inside of you.

"Fuck," Steve growls, "no bra, no underwear, and begging to be fucked in a closet? Oh, I like you, babe."

Your thighs are trembling and if you didn't have his strong shoulders to hold onto, you'd surely be sprawled on the floor. The slight sting of his practiced fingers moving in and out of your… hole… becomes less painful as they move. You become more familiar with the sensation and flush hot with embarrassment as you feel a sticky substance leaking from your undercarriage. But this makes Steve very, very happy.

"So wet so quickly," his words sound like praise and he kisses you again. "I think you're ready for me. Huh, sweetheart?"

You whimper and buck against his hand, seeking more. Steve complies by setting you down on your feet but directing you to keep one leg up around his hip, then taking a hold of himself below (your knowledge is still heavily limited and current view obscured by clothes) before poking your entrance with something bigger than his fingers.

"Don't scream."

It's the last thing you hear before his thick mushroom head breeches your slick hole and begins to fill your spasming body. A hand quickly muffles the wail that escapes you, and he struggles to keep you calm as you wiggle in his arms. Your body… it moves as if it's possessed, fighting itself on whether to pull him in deeper or push him away. This appendage is much bigger than his fingers.

And suddenly you are filled– with cock and with calm. Steve's hips are flush against yours and it feels almost good to have him there. The earth has not opened up and swallowed you into the bowels of Hell.

“Hey? Hey! Are you with me?!”

You blink and Steve’s face swims into focus. His eyebrows are pinched together and his hand strokes over your cheek soothingly. Your reaction scared the hell out of him.

“Did I hurt you? I’m so sorry– do you want to stop–”

“No–” your command strikes him and his mouth clamps shut.

Your fingers ache from the death grip you have on his pockets, as if to keep him from pulling out (you’re not sure when you did that). The pleasant fire, a feeling you are finally beginning to recognize as lust, begins to burn anew. You want him to massage your insides like he did with his fingers.

But Steve is still uncertain so you call him by his name, softly and begging with your eyes. At long last, he nods his head and moves, taking it slow. Your eyelids flutter again and your hands caress their way up his chest, an action instantly rewarded by him thrusting into you a little deeper.

“Oh god… Steve…” you know you’re not supposed to say it but it just feels so right. This feels right. Being squished between the cool plaster wall and Steve’s hard warm body. Your head tips back as something starts to twist inside of you and coil tightly. “Oh god…”

Steve moans. “Feel so good, sweetheart. Just need a little more…”

You turn to putty in his hands as he picks you up again and gasp as he starts to spear himself into you. The coil twists faster, something about the angle changing and making everything feel infinitely better. A soft, wet plap, plap, plap echoes in the tiny room louder than you’re comfortable with but it only serves to excite you even more.

It’s exactly what you’ve been searching for.

Steve’s eyelashes rest atop his soft cheeks, his face so serene in his worship. His pants and boxers slumped down to his knees and the very bottom of his shirt is unwittingly becoming soaked with your slick but something else is keeping his orgasm from building. Frustration tinges on the edge of his mind until suddenly he feels an obstruction around his throat.

“Harder…” Your hand is tangled in his tie and pulling it taut again, restricting his air flow. “Fuck me harder, Steve.”

“Tighter,” he groans back at you and digs his fingers into the backs of your knees.

You pull the tie again and it closes around his throat while he pulls out until just the tip remains and slams into you so hard it knocks the wind out of you.

You weren’t quite expecting your threat to strangle him to end up exciting him, but who were you to judge? The pair of you are not being quiet anymore as the coil inside you twists to the point of pain before suddenly, your womb crushes his drilling manhood and stars dance in your eyes. Steve pushes through your fluttering grip and keeps fucking you until he comes with no sound at all thanks to the noose you’ve accidentally created on him.

All at once, your body relaxes and you flop, boneless into his arms. Steve gulps air like a fish as you drop his tie and he tries very hard not to drop you as he slides you down to the floor. It takes a minute to catch your breath.

Steve’s chuckle makes you lift your head from the floor. “What?”

“That was fun,” he giggled on his hands and knees while you're heeped on your side. Playfully, he points a finger at your exposed underside. “And you’re, uh, leaking.”

You can feel his seed dripping out of your lady pocket. Steve waggles his eyebrows at you and you can’t help but laugh. You’ve sinned! The worst thing your mother could ever think of. And you’ve never felt more free.

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Sometimes you just gotta get dicked down by the hottest guy in your shitty small town to feel something. More Steve Harrington to come (and this time he will be appropriately aged!)

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Asleep In The Keep: A DP x BNHA fic

Summary: What face haunts you in the mirror?

Word count: 1883

Chapter 16: A Mask Of My Own Face

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Danny jumped back, not expecting it to work. He laughed at his reflection, at his human face. He could go back home, back to his old life! He wasn’t dead, he didn’t die, nothing had to change. He could go back to Amity Park and to Sam and Tucker and continue high school. He could have a life where he laughed with his family while continuing to ignore Phantom. He could eat (he missed food already), sleep, and die! There was freedom in death, true death. He could grow old and he wouldn’t have to mourn his friends, already the idea of him outlasting them was too much (he didn’t wish ghosthood on anyone).

Things could go back to the way they were, how they should be.

He reached his gloved hand up to touch his face, his human face. Despite being in his human form, he didn’t feel any different. He still felt static and far off. He crept slowly towards the mirror, as if his own reflection was an animal that would be scared off. Scared and unsure eyes looked back at him. Was this really him?

His eyes, while mostly blue, had specks of green in them, like dried paint at the bottom of a color pallet. He was paler now too, he was always pale as a human, but now he could faintly see the green veins running below the surface. His hair was different as well. A white streak standing out on a black background. He looked like he was paying homage to his dad’s old band.

This didn’t look right.

This didn’t feel right.

He grabbed his cheek and slowly, like a band aid being ripped off, pulled at his skin. It stretched like rubber. Everything froze, and ice traveled up the walls. He was still a ghost. He was still dead.

Danny quickly realized he was still wearing the hazmat suit. With shaking hands, he pulled off one of his gloves. For the first time since waking up, Danny saw his naked hands. They were blue like the rest of him, but his nails were sharper now, and thick. How many more times did he have to be reminded he was no longer human? With each passing day, he found something new that he had lost. Until he understood, something whispered in his head.

He ignored the voice and continued his task. His face was humanly pale, but his hands were blue. When did he stop being human, and start being a ghost? He traced along his Lichtenberg scars. They were now a neon green from the ectoplasm that flowed beneath. He pulled up his sleeve and only found the same. It was clear what he had to do, but he didn’t want to do it. Softly, he grabbed the zipper to the hazmat suit.

Even back in Amity, his Phantom body was different than his own; he was taller, more masculine and his chest was flatter. Complex emotions woke up inside him everytime he tried to lift his shirt. It was the body that he wanted and longed to have. It felt natural to him, like there was no time before; but at the same time, it left him bitter. It taunted him. It said it was something only achievable through death, and so there was no hope in life. He had avoided it every time Sam or Tucker bandaged him up, and later he learned to ignore it in the mirror when it was just him. Eventually as he got more scars, he used that as an excuse.

He envied how his Phantom body looked, and he hated that he did. He felt guilty everytime as Phantom when he would stop and stare at the side of his chest. Why did Phantom get to have that body while Fenton got nothing? It wasn’t fair, it felt like he was robbed. That was ridiculous of course, how could he even be jealous of himself? Now it was all there was left. It was him and he was it, he had to accept it one way or another. Maybe with his human side gone, there will be no more envy (just regret). He clutched his other hand to his chest. No breath came in, no breath came out.

He finally pulled down the zipper. The material opened to reveal a peak of his collarbones, the rest hidden under an orange tank top (it was blue before the accident). He moved the straps around to see the skin underneath. There were a few scrapes and scars along his collar, long since faded since Danny last got them. More foreign feelings licked his guts. His body had become unrecognizable and was no longer his. He needed to understand this, but his body rejected every reminder. The scars were now pale and soft, as if time had sanded them down.

This wasn’t what he was looking for. Just before his shoulders started, was a mesh of pale skin being overtaken by blue. It looked like if somebody put his human head onto his ghostly body. He grazed it with his fingers; it was smooth, no bumps or grooves to mark the change.

Curiosity overcame him and stripped the rest of the top part off the suit. He stopped at the belt, and his sleeves fell past his waist. He looked like his mom whenever she was overheating during a project. He grabbed the bottom of his tank top, still apprehensive to expose his bare chest. He closed his eyes to help steal his nerves, and blindly pulled at the fabric. It got stuck in the belt and he had to yang harder to get it all out. Slowly he opened his eyes to the mirror.

He took a reactive breath in at the overall sight. His eyes went straight for his chest. It looked the same as before, only with more scars covering its surface. The guilt from before jumped up into his throat but he swallowed it down. He didn’t steal it from anyone, and Fenton was gone. Maybe he could learn to love it again.

There were many other scars that were a crisscrossing mess. Most of the little ones were almost gone, too shallow to leave much impact. There was one scar that Danny had just gotten a few weeks prior that was now barely thicker than a spaghetti noodle. How long was he in the Ghost Zone for? The larger scars from the more intense fights remained, seemingly unaffected by his time away. Most were painful reminders of the lessons he learned, and he had no negative feelings towards them so didn't mind that they remained. There were two, however, that he wished could be washed away.

The first one, and most distressing to Danny, had started to fade like the others, but it laid boldly on his chest like a declaration. Carved into his skin by a scalpel in a dark basement, was a crude Y. Its form was shaky, the stitches and care he got for it being done by trembling 14 year old hands.

It happened a few months after the accident. Danny was still naïve and inexperienced, he thought that his parent’s threats towards Phantom were empty; that if he proved to them he was good and helped them catch the ghosts, they would change their mind. They proved him wrong. He stuck around too long taunting them, and while he was laughing at his own jokes, his mom was firing up her ecto-bazooka. He didn’t know what happened after that, only coming too on the floor of his bedroom, panicked voices over him. It was Tucker that stitched him up, having been taught by his mom, but that didn’t mean he was any good. His hands kept shaking as he cried over him, and Sam frantically searched for any ghost thing that could help in the background. Danny survived of course, but couldn’t stand to be around anyone for a few days, his mind going back to that night… He’s glad he can no longer remember it.

His parents of course, were none the wiser, instead just bemoaning the loss of their research specimen. Danny swore then to never tell his parents about Phantom. They didn’t deserve to know anything more about him (or maybe he just wanted to protect them).

A snowflake fell on Danny’s cheek, snapping him out of it. It no longer mattered what they did. They weren’t here and he was okay. Questions echoed in his head about home, did he even want to go back? His core ached at the thought. He did. No matter how many scars it caused or how little he left behind, he wanted to go back. But maybe…maybe he could wait a little bit? Just to settle into his new skin, then he’ll go back. Not like he had much of a choice right now, he had no idea how to get back.

He raised a blue finger and grazed the scar. It didn’t hurt or sting, it just felt numb. It was smooth too, its edges no longer angry and raised. It would fade in time like the others, a symptom of forgetting his human life and the pain along with it. All ghosts forget their human lives after a while, usually when what they’re searching for can no longer be obtained. They either fade away or become something new. He knew the Ghost Writer was someone before, but after he spent so much time alone in his lair, he forgot his own name. Danny wonders what memories fade first, the good or the bad? Maybe that would help him make the decision (to stay or to go)? Danny felt strangely blasé about it.

He ran his finger down until he reached the bottom of his vivisection scar. The tail was eaten by a larger scar that started just before his ribs, the flesh still raw and tender. It was giant and round, almost like an eye. It sucked him in as he stared at it. He had only seen it as a hole before, back when it was still empty and spilling ectoplasm. He remembered how it felt when Pariah Dark ran him through.

He felt sick looking at it. He moved his palm down over his stomach where the scar resided. It was filled in but there was a dent where the flesh hadn’t fully settled in, like a single spoon full taken out of a new ice cream tub. The scar wasn’t perfectly circular, the outline of it being messy and jagged. Danny traced along the outside of it, taking in its shape. It looked like the sun.

Danny took a step back from the mirror to get a full view of himself. It was still snowing around him, and they floated around his head like a halo. This in combination with the moonlight casting upon him and his glowing body made him look otherworldly. If he wasn’t looking at himself, he would think it was some kind of fae disguising itself as a human, something metaphysical and unreal. The gnarly scars on his body shattered the illusion. He was something real, something you can touch, something you can hurt.

He was an ugly ethereal thing.

#danny phantom #dp #danny fenton #dp cross #dp crossover #dp fic #dp x bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #bnha #dp x bnha fanfic #dp x mha fanfic

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The monster energy girl experience

The Monster Energy Girl Experience! Enter to win a chance to get the dream of a lifetime! The Monster Energy Girls are looking to expand and be more inclusive! Win the chance to be flown out to Southern California to meet with the Monster Energy Girls! They will take you on an all expense paid shopping trip to improve your fit! Learn what it takes to be a monster girl as they take you on an all exclusive, all access pass trough their day getting ready for the opening motorcross event of the season! You’ll get to join them in viewing the event as well as joining them in a party after! But that’s just the beginning! You’ll be assigned mentorship from one of the girls, they will help from dating advice to taxes! They are there to help!....

I hardly read much more, skimming the ad for TMEGE. I saw they were looking for young adults entering college, had a flexible schedule, knew how to ride a motorcycle, was no taller then 5’6” and weighed no more than 110 pounds. You also must already have long hair, at least past the shoulders. I saw I had to submit a photo of myself in the smallest, tightest underwear I owned as well as all my measurements and sizes. I found this odd, but I still couldn’t believe my luck!

I am just about to graduate high school and got accepted into college in Southern California! I also have no job yet, so there’s my flexible schedule! I learned how to ride a motorcycle when I turned 16. I was hoping it would make me seem more manly.

That’s something I am quite self conscious about. I’m only 5’5” and I weigh only 98 pounds. Needless to say, I’m a very skinny guy. I also feel like my body is also very feminine. I have small shoulders, a small waist, and large hips, giving me a perfect hourglass body type. My arms and legs are very skinny, and my whole body is completely hairless. And my butt is super big and perky! And to make things even worse, on my chest I have small “fat lumps” as my doctor calls them. I LOOK LIKE I HAVE SMALL BOOBS! Like an A or B cup! But the worst thing is I have a super small penis. I measured once, 1 inch flaccid. That was it. And my balls are as small as marbles.

The doctor said it was a hormonal imbalance. It is probably caused by my undeveloped testicles and high estrogen levels. He recommended medicine to try and fix it, but when I tried it they gave me awful head aches. I couldn’t even get out of bed! And made my stomach so upset I couldn't keep anything down. So I stopped taking them. The doctor said it might work itself out on its own, someday. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve only looked more and more like a girl with a micro dick. I hid my body as best I could with baggy clothes so the other kids wouldn’t know. But this still affected how I felt about myself and I never got the courage to date any of the girls. But I did get friend zoned by most of them. So much so, they would make me sit with them at lunch and go shopping with them. I’d got dragged to all the girly stores and get asked for my opinion on this skirt or top, or if that shade of makeup looked nice, were these nails too long, stuff like that.

I never had any male friends, they all acted odd to me. Most were kind of mean, and sometimes I’d find boys just staring at me. At my face, or butt, or even my chest. They had this look like they wanted to eat me, or rip me to pieces. I'm not sure what they were thinking, but that’s the best way I can describe it. When I brought this up to my gal friends they said they had the same thing happen to them. This didn’t make me feel any better about myself. They also would comment on how pretty I was, how I would make a pretty girl. That’s why I grew my hair out, they pressured me into it. It was always on the longer side, but when I started high school, the girls decided I should grow it out, that I’d look better. Well, I wanted to get the girls, so if that’s what they thought looked better, then I would be dumb not to, right?!

Well, it didn’t help me get any girls, instead it just had me get more people who would confuse me as a girl, more then a guy. Even after I’d speak they wouldn’t know. I’d have to tell them I was a boy, to which they would look surprised and apologize. I was constantly humiliated. My mother tried to be supportive, but I never felt happy about my body. She suggested I look for things in Southern California that I could meet some people and maybe get some confidence. That’s how I stumbled on TMEGE!

Well, like I said, I didn’t read all of the ad, I just read some of the things, and thought that this would be a great way to meet super hot girls that I'd get to party with! And even if I don’t get laid and finally lose my virginity, maybe I’ll get my first blow job or even first kiss! And they could help me meet other pretty girls too! Plus, I’d get to travel around the country, get paid, and be surrounded by beautiful women! So, of course, I registered for the contest. I never expected to hear back though.

Two days after my high school graduation, I got an email saying I was a finalist in the contest and that they would like to have a zoom call with me for a final interview! I couldn’t believe it! I scheduled my interview for later that day. I then spent the rest of the day cleaning my room.

I was struggling to pick out what to wear. I didn’t have many clothes, most of them really hid my body, which is what I wanted. I picked my usual black briefs. They are a little small on me. Sometimes I feel like they look like panties, but mom said she isn’t made of money and can’t just buy me new underwear just because I don’t like mine. Then I picked a pair of baggy jeans I found thrifting. They fit me great, but I’ve just started to wonder if they are women’s pants. And then I picked a white baggy tee shirt and a brown hoodie.

I looked in the mirror and saw my hair was a mess. I brushed it and styled it to make it look nice. I was almost out of time, so I couldn’t really change, but I felt like I just looked girly. This didn’t give me much hope for my interview. I sat down in front of my computer, checked how I looked, and waited for the zoom to start.

Suddenly appeared these two beautiful blond women on my screen. They both looked like women every man would fantasize about. They both had long blond hair with big beautiful curlers. Their makeup done perfectly with dark smokey eye, long lashes, and big pink glossy lips. The kind that most would call dick sucking lips. My little dick started to get hard, a whole half inch more, and not even that hard. You can’t even notice it in my pants. They both had sexy white button-up tops with the top buttons undone to show their cleavage. They looked like secretaries in a porno. And right at the top of their cleavage hung a small necklace with a Monster Energy logo.

“Hi there!” They both spoke in unison with pretty voices. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I cleared my throat and tried to answer back with the same enthusiasm. “Hi there!” I heard my voice back in my headphones and was frightened at just how similar I sounded to them. “I’m Haley!” “And I’m Hollie! We are so excited to talk with you!” They both seemed so cheerful! “I’m so excited to talk with you! Thank you for this interview opportunity! I’ve never had an interview before so I’m a little nervous!” I tried to match their excitement. But I was feeling very nervous. I’m not even talking to these women in person, but they are still the most beautiful women I’ve ever even talked to! I couldn’t believe this was real!

“Oh that’s ok sweetie! Just be yourself! After all, we are looking for someone who’s personality will fit in with the rest of the girls. So why don’t we just dive right in! First tell us a little bit about yourself, and why you registered to win this contest.” Haley’s bubbly cheerful voice was comforting and encouraged me to open up and be honest.

“Well, my name is Jaycee and I’m 18 years old. I’ve just graduated high school and I’m going to be attending college in Southern California this fall. I’m going there for a communications degree. I signed up for this contest because I thought it might help me get out of my shell. I’m kinda of a shy person, and I haven’t had many friends, pretty much all of them are girls. They and my mom encouraged me to grow and become my true self when I went off to college. And a mentor ship with such lovely ladies and a chance to travel seemed like a great opportunity for that! Haha, also it said the winner would get a new wardrobe and we aren’t exactly well off, so new clothes would help! Most of mine are from good Will and my underwear is so small that it looks like panties!” I laughed nervously, why the hell did I say that?!

The ladies laughed in return. “Yes, the winner will be going on an all expenses paid shopping trip with all of us monster girls! One of the requirements we have here at Monster is a dress code of its employees. We will make sure you look the part! I’m also glad to see you’ll be going to school. We also require our employees to be educated individuals. We also see that you marked yes when we asked if you already knew how to ride a motorcycle?” Hollie replied with just as much cheerfulness as Haley. It was nice to see they had such high standards.

“Yes, I learned how to ride when I got my license at 16. It is a cheaper way to get around, and like I said, we don’t have a lot of money, so it’s been very helpful!” I smiled, still nervous about taking to such beautiful women. “Oh that’s great to hear! Tell us a little bit more about your social life.” Hollie continued. “Well, like I said, I haven’t exactly been a social butterfly, I’m a bit more of a wall flower. I just get a little nervous. My gal friends have been trying to help me overcome that, but I still feel like I have room for improvement!” I tried to sound positive about my situation.

“And earlier you stated that all of your friends are girls. Is that correct? Also, what has your dating life been like?” Haley sounded a little less cheerful and a little more serious. I didn’t expect them to dig so much into my personal life. “Yes, that’s correct. Grown up all my friends have been girls. I don’t know why exactly. They just pulled me into their group when I was young, and I have just fit right in. So I never gave it much thought. As for my dating life, well, I'm friends with all the girls, so I have never dated anyone. I just struggled to get the courage to ask, I guess.” I was kind of sad about what I was saying.

“So you’ve never dated anyone? Boy or girl?” Haley asked with a real questioning tone. “No, no one. I haven’t even kissed someone.” I don’t know why I even added that! This is not going to help my chances, but I felt like I should be honest. I did think it was weird they asked if I'd dated boys, but I didn’t think much of it. “That’s ok!” Haley replied cheerfully, almost excited to hear the news that I was a virgin. “Well Hollie and I are both really excited about your interview so far. However, we do have just one more thing to do. You see, we have a physical standard here at Monster and we need to know our girls can meet that standard. So if you would like to continue, we will need to ask that we see you in just your underwear. Your smallest and tightest is best please.” Her cheerfulness gone, replaced with seriousness.

Girls? It she must have misspoken. I felt my heart pounding in my chest. This would be the most reviled I’ve ever been to another person and they happen to be the two prettiest girls I’ve ever seen!! “Oh, I understand. I actually happen to be wearing them. Just give me one second please.” My voice shaky. I slowly pushed my chair back and stood up so my whole body was in the frame of the camera. It was weird watching me undress as these two gorgeous women stared at me. They were clearly studying their screens as I removed my shirt.

My two small fat lumps looking even more like small boobs. My small shoulders and rib cage going down to my tiny waist. As I slid my pants down, I reviled my wide hips, completing my hourglass figure. My skinny but shapely legs showing my overall feminine looking body. I felt so nervous and self conscious about my body. My little dick shrunk in my black underwear so much it was hardly even there at all. As I stepped out of my pants I heard “Oh, pretty!” from Hollie. Having female friends my whole life, it wasn’t weird hearing a girl say that to me. I got that stuff all the time. Actually, come to think of it, I’ve only ever been told that I was pretty, beautiful, gorgeous, stuff like that. Even from my own mom.

“Ok, can you slowly turn around for us, pause for like thirty seconds with your back to us, and then slowly turn to face us again.” Haley instructed cheerfully. I was so nervous standing in my room in nothing but my underwear as these beautiful women judged me! I slowly turned as instructed and stopped with my back to my screen. “Wow what a bubble butt!” I heard Hollie comment. “Yeah, most women would kill for your butt sweetie!” Haley added. This didn’t make me feel much better. I slowly turned again facing the girls, hoping it wasn’t obvious how red from embarrassment I was.

“Aw, just so pretty! You have nothing to be nervous about, hun! You're so cute and small! The girls will love you! I think you’ll fit right in!” Hollie said so sweetly “I agree! Why don’t you get dressed, we are going to mute ourselves and talk real quick.” Added Haley. I was so nervous I was shaking as I put my clothes back on. I sat down and saw them talking and smiling. Then I heard Haley speak. “Jaycee, how would you like to join us monster girls!?” Her excitement was obvious and contagious. I couldn’t believe it!! “Oh wow! Really?!” I was in shock!

“YES GIRL!” Hollie’s excitement was just as contagious! Haley was excited but focused “Now we are emailing you a contract to sign right now! We’ll get you all sorted out and probably have you out here as soon as you can! Now we’ll supply lodging as well as wardrobe, so you don’t need to pack much of everything! Also, please confirm that your sizes are correct.” She was excited but got right to business. “Now I have a flight for tomorrow evening, would that work for you?” Hollie was a little more serious. “Um, I think so! Sorry I'm still in shock!” I could hardly get out.

“Great! I’ll book it!” Hollie smiled. “Ok Jaycee, it’s sent over, check your email!” Haley seemed so excited. “Oh that’s fast! Yep, I got it!” I checked quickly and briefly read the legal contract. I then typed in my name and hit submit. “Ok I signed it!” I was so excited! “Great! we’ll have you sign the actual documents as soon as you get here! I’ll email your flight info as well as all the other things you need. Welcome to The Monster Energy Girl Experience!” Haley spoke with a huge smile. Her soothing, seductive voice just filled me with excitement! I can’t believe I was going to get to be with these beautiful women!

“Oh wow!! I’m so excited! Thank you so much!” I could hardly contain myself! As soon as we said our goodbyes, I jumped around my room! I was just in shock! I felt like I had been dealt a bad hand in life being so small and girly looking, never dating any girls, and finishing high school still a virgin, but now all of that is going to change! I’m going to get to hang out and sleep with the monster energy girls and their friends for all of college!! I might be the luckiest guy to ever live!

My mother was excited for me, a little confused as to why exactly they wanted me there. She didn’t understand why the monster girls would want a guy there, but she was happy I was happy. She offered to help me pack, but I knew I didn’t need to bring much. I packed a few changes of clothes, and my toiletries. I wasn’t sure what else I would need. I got an email from The Monster Energy Girls later that evening with complete information on my flight, who will be picking me up, where I’ll be going, and the address I’ll be staying at.

I looked the place up on Google street view. I couldn’t believe it! It was this large hilltop mansion in NewPort that overlooked the ocean! It was so beautiful! It had a swimming pool and everything! I noticed in the email I was going to be living there with at least 2 hot girls! Wow, two smoking hot babes are going to be my roommates in a huge mansion that I don’t have to pay for!! This really is a dream come true!

I could hardly sleep that night. I laid there, excited to sleep. I was thinking about how beautiful those girls were. I couldn’t believe they were real! As I thought about them my small hand wanders down to my little dick, I was hard, well, as hard as I can get. It never really gets that hard, and only grows about a half inch more. Yep, I’m only a inch and a half at my biggest and hardly even hard. But that embarrassment didn’t stop me that night. I couldn’t believe it, I was going to get to loose my virginity to those girls!

As I pictured their hair, lips, makeup, the outfits, they were just so sexy! I thought about them getting down on their knees and unbuttoning my pants, pulling down my underwear. Before I could even picture them doing anything more, after just a few seconds of my slim index finger and thumb lightly, hardly, moving up and down my dick, I came, dribbling a few drops of cum onto my tummy. My head exploded with ecstasy! I laid there naked, cum still on my hand and tummy, lightly holding my dick pinched between my two fingers as I drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, I almost jumped out of bed when my alarm sounded. I was just filled with energy and excitement! I spent the morning getting the final things ready and texted my closest friend, Jessy, that I’d be leaving for Southern California today. She was surprised, and asked why I was leaving so soon. I told her all about the MEGE and sent her a link to the contest. “Oh wow! I’m surprised you applied to this! But I guess you’ve probably always been in your shell, I’m glad that this will be a chance for you to come out and finally be your true self! I’ll have to visit you when I move there near the end of summer! Can’t wait to see the new you girl!” I was so glad to see she was happy for me! Maybe after this my old friends won’t see me as just another girl in the group. Maybe they will finally see me as a guy!

My mom drove me to the airport, she gave me a big hug and promised to visit before I started school! Also, if I could also send her the link to the contest, just so she could better explain to her friends and co-workers about what it was I’d be doing. I hugged her again and left to get on my flight. Security was easy with only my small carry-on bag of possessions. As I waited for my flight, I sent my mom the link. I also saw a text from an unknown number saying it was from Haley, that she would be waiting for me at the airport with Hollie and Kayla. I was very excited. I told them I was getting on the plane and couldn’t wait to see them!

After boarding, I put my phone on airplane mode, put on some headphones and relaxed for my flight to LAX. I woke up to the flight attendant gently rocking me. “Pardon me mis, but we are about to land, can you please put your chair up?” She spoke cheerfully. I hate to admit it, but I’ve gotten used to being mistaken as a girl, I can’t wait for this to stop! “Sure thing.” I spoke back kindly with a half smile, trying not to show that it still hurts to be mistaken as a girl. “You have such pretty hair! I hated to wake you, you looked just like a princess!” Her compliment intended to make me feel better, but just made it feel worse. “Oh, that’s so kind of you to say. You look beautiful too!” My mother told me not to correct people when they are being nice and to always compliment them in return. Once I get these hot monster girls I bet things will change, I thought.

As soon as we landed and I left the plane, I turned airplane mode off. I got a bunch of texts from my mother, they mostly look like emotional stuff. I also saw the messages from Haley telling me they were there and waiting for me by the baggage claim. I was too excited to meet them to look at what my mom had said. I’ll read it later.

I hurried to the baggage claim and there they were, three of the most beautiful women I had ever seen! They were all wearing different outfits, but all very sexy. Haley had a patent black four inch pump, her long smooth sexy legs hardly covered by a short leather pencil skirt. A white button up blouse, the top buttons undone so you could see her sexy cleavage. Her blouse was sheer enough that you could see her black lace push-up bra underneath. Around her neck and right about her cleavage was a necklace that had the Monster Energy logo on it. Her blond hair was up in a big high bun. She looked like a sexy secretary or librarian.

Hollie was wearing 6inch platform pumps, her smooth bear legs also looking incredibly long under her short leather circle skirt. She had a white spaghetti strap crop top on that also showed off her great cleavage. Her hair was up in a high pony tail, with her shiny blond hair flowing down in big sexy curls. She too wore the same necklace. Her small, perfectly manicured hands gently holding a sign that said my name “Jaycee” in cute pink letters with hearts and kisses around it. It was pretty girly but I guess these are girly girls!

Kayla was wearing 4 inch black leather thigh high boots. Showing off a small amount of her smooth legs before getting it to her very small, very tight, black leather shorts. She was also wearing a white crop top with one inch straps, her cleavage was also very visible. Her brown hair she wore down in big sexy curls. She also wore the same necklace and all three women had matching makeup. All had big ,sexy, DSL that were light pink and almost dripping with lip gloss. The kind of lips every guy would fantasize about. They had a dark smokey eye and long fake lashes. Their eyebrows arched to perfection. They were the stuff of fantasies.

I saw them before they saw me. They made me stop dead in my tracks. My jaw dropped. At first I didn’t even notice it was them, then I saw their necklaces and couldn’t believe these goddesses were the girls I was going to be with! My dick getting as hard as I can, but not even noticeable in my pants. They then spotted me,”Jaycee!!” Hollie exclaimed! All the girls jumping with excitement, their boobs bouncing as they did. They ran over to me, their heels clicking loudly, drawing the attention of everyone near by. Their smiling perfect faces rushed at me as they surrounded me and stared hugging me. Their boobs almost in my face from the height of their heels, my arms wrapping around their tiny waist just above their leather clad butts. For that moment, I was in heaven. My dick hard, and desperate to cum.

“We are so happy to meet you!!” They all told me. “I’m so happy to meet you too! And to be here!” Our excitement hardly contained. “I’m Hollie!” She said with cheerfulness that just made you smile. “She's the flirt!” Kayla added, “It's true, I just can’t help myself!” Hollie said proudly. “I’m Haley, I’m so happy to have you be apart of our team!” Haley spoke with an excited and seductive voice. “She’s the boss.” Kayla added quickly. “I’m Kayla! I’m the fun one!” She laughed. “I’m Jaycee! I’m so excited about this opportunity!” I didn’t even try to hide my excitement.

“Well, let’s head to the car! We have plenty of time to learn all about each other!” Haley suggested. We started to walk, two girls on my right and one on my left, before I knew it, they put their arms around my waist. I naturally, without thinking, did the same in return. There I had just landed in LA and I was walking out in a row of sexy women, yep, I got so lucky!

We got into the car and I put my stuff in the back. I sat down with Haley in the back seat while Hollie drove. She pulled out her purse that they had kept in the car some papers and a pen. “Here’s your contract. When your ready, sign here, here, initial there, and then sign here.” She was so sweet. Without reading a thing, I signed it. “Great! You're now apart of the Monster Energy Girls Experience! So, what we are going to do is, we are first going to go to your new home! Hollie and Kayla live there. They all make great roommates, after all your getting my old room! You’ll love it! It’s a beautiful house. I lived there until they promoted me! I now live a short drive away in Huntington, I was able to get my own place.” She spoke so bubbly.

“Oh that’s great! I can’t believe I’ll have such pretty roommates!” I just felt like everything just kept getting better! We talked and talked as we slowly made our way in the traffic. The girls were so sweet, cheerful, funny, smart, and sexy! It felt like a dream.

Arriving at the house, I was even more surprised. It was even bigger and nicer than I thought. It was two stories, had modern architecture and had a huge garage for 8 cars! The front door was massive and it looked straight at the back wall, which was completely made of glass! It had a beautiful view of the ocean in the distance. The large living room was very simple and nicely decorated. A large L-shaped white leather couch, a small glass coffee table under a huge TV. It opened up further to a large space with a pool table by the back wall. The wall on your right was simple with glass stairs leading up to the second story. The kitchen was also large and very open. With the large dinning table in a very open space near the back wall.

The huge back glass wall was incredible, and had two glass doors, one on each side. There was a large fire pit, a BBQ, lots of lounge chairs, a large pool and a hot tub! As well as a in-ground trampoline on one side and a small patch of grass on the other.

Heading up the glass stairs were six bedrooms! Even though only three of us living there. One was a girl who had just left Monster and the other two were guest rooms. Each very large, all with their own bathrooms with both a shower and separate bath! The walk in closets were huge! You could put hundreds of clothes and shoes in them! The four back rooms were all identical in layout and shared the same, full size, all glass wall as the downstairs! Each with its own door opening to a full-length balcony with some lounge chairs. This doesn’t leave much of any privacy for someone in their room and someone on the balcony, they can just walk right by and look in. But it does at least give you some privacy from most of the backyard below.

The two guest rooms were in the front, each slightly smaller than the four in the back. There was also a small common space between them that also had a small TV as well as a small couch. The whole building was stunning, lightly decorated, and overall screamed wealth. It was beautiful. My room was the second to last room. I could hardly breathe as they took me through the house, and when they showed me my room I thought I might faint! This had all been so overwhelming!

Entering my room, you walked down a small hallway and saw a huge bed off to the right, two small night stands on each side. A desk with a computer on it was on the other side, with a large TV above it. The bathroom and closet door were next to each other on the front wall, to your right, after the hallway.

“Wow, I just can’t believe this is real!” I could hardly contain myself. This dream only kept getting better! “Isn’t it lovely?” Hollie spoke softly. “This was my old room. The sunsets are so stunning from here!” Haley said proudly. “I can’t wait to see it!” I really couldn’t believe this was happening to me! “And these beds are big enough for a few people!” Hollie said with a little wink in her eye. “It’s true! But Hollie would know all about that! She often has more than one boy toy over at a time!” Kayla laughed playfully. Hollie smiled and said, “Dont even act like I’m the only one that does that, Kayla!” looking at me and laughing, “We’ve all done it, at least a few times!”

“Don’t worry, the walls are pretty much sound proof.” Haley winked at me. “That way you won’t have to worry about being too loud when you have some people over!” She smiled flirtously. I can’t believe it! I get to live in this beautiful house with these beautiful, sexy, slutty girls! I’m going to get to fuck them so much!! I just blushed at her response and was glad my baggy pants made it so you couldn’t tell I was getting hard.

Haley smiled, she could tell I was shy about that. After all, they knew I was a virgin. “So tonight we are going to take it easy, we have a big day for you tomorrow. I’m going to leave, and the girls will give you time to unpack what little you have, and familiarize yourself with the place. Then they will order whatever you’d like for dinner and just eat here and chill. I’ll be working out later with some of the other girls. If you’d like to join, just text me. How we look is an important part of our job, so exercise is an important part of our job too! We don’t care when you do it, just that you do. Tomorrow we will all meet up early, around 8 or so. You’ll get to meet most of everyone else then. Then it’s a long day of unpacking what clothes we have already got for you as well as some of your uniforms. Then we’ll all go to the salon, mani petit, some shopping to get more clothes and whatever else, and then dinner with some of the riders, executives, people like that. How does that sound? If you have any questions you can ask Hollie.” She spoke with such excitement!

“Wow, sounds like a busy but fun day! That sounds great! I ran track in high school, so I don’t mind exercise! This has all just been so incredible! Thank you so much! I feel like this is a fairytale! Like I’m a..” I paused for a second to think. “Princesses!? right!? I just can’t believe it either!” Hollie cheerfully added. I didn’t want to be rude, so I just agreed with her. After that, all the ladies left my room.

I took my time to explore it, the bed was super comfortable. The computer looked nice and new, so did the TV. I walked into the closet. There must have been at least two hundred hangers! As you walked in there were drawers on the whole right wall, then lots of hanging space along the rest. Most had a top and bottom rack in the middle of the wall, so you could hang twice as much, but then there were some sections that took up both spaces for things like long coats, or I guess, since this was for ladies', long dresses too. Not that I would hang any of those. And then at the other side was a full-length mirror. All round the bottom, top, and with columns throughout were cubbies to put shoes in, enough for what looked like 50 shoes at least! I couldn’t believe it! I had the one pair on my feet. I had a few tee shirts, one extra hoody in addition to the one I was wearing. Two other pairs of pants, five pairs of socks and briefs. That was it. After putting them away, they took up so little room that the closet looked even bigger. My guess as to how many clothes this holds might be even more! Well it’s great that I don’t have to pay for any more clothes! I did notice in the back there were some very girly luggage and hand bags. Some of them had the Monster logo. I guess they were provided by Monster to the girls and Haley left them. Some were just normal, cute-looking purses. I’ll tell Haley about it tomorrow.

After I got unpacked, I met up with Hollie and Kayla to talk about what they wanted for dinner. We decided to have tacos delivered. As we sat on the couch watching the bachelor, eating and talking, I felt like I was with my old friends. Except, these girls are much prettier, and the view out the window is incredible. The girls were telling me all about themselves and the other girls. They kept saying they were so glad I was one of them now, and that I’d fit right in with the girls. And then Hollie said that I’m going to make such a great Monster Girl, I was a little confused, but she must have just misspoke.

After dinner, we watched the show a little bit longer and gossiped some more. Then Haley texted that she was coming to pick us up to work out. I realized that I didn’t have any workout clothes. Both girls were so nice and offered to wear something they had, and that tomorrow we’ll make sure to pick me up my own. I didn’t really want to cross dress in front of these hot girls. I was hesitant and trying to be polite, but they were very insistent. Both girls dragged me up to the common area and left into their rooms and brought out several options. Leggings, crop tops, shorts, long sleeve tops, shoes, and sports bras even!

They must just be playing around. They also really seemed like they wanted me to join them to work out. I didn’t want to disappoint them, but I also didn’t want to wear girls' clothes either! I’m self-conscious about my body looking girly enough. The last thing I need to do is dress like a girl too! I picked a white “baggy” long sleeve top, black “baggy” running shorts, and a pair of white running shoes with pink accents. I wasn’t even sure if it was going to fit me! I took them and told the girls I’d go try them on and left for my room.

I laid them out on the bed. They looked like a super cute, trendy, girly work-out clothes. Maybe it won’t actually look that way on me I thought. I took off my clothes, folded them neatly and put them in the closet. I slipped the long sleeve on over my head. The sleeves didn’t make it all the way to my wrists, they stopped about 2 inches shy. They showed off just how small and dainty my hands are. The sleeves weren’t skin tight, but they were tighter than I thought they would be. As I pulled it over my head and pulled my long hair out of it, I felt my stomach was still kind of cold. I looked down. Great, it’s a cropped top. And because it was kind of loose, my fat lumps on my chest made it look like I had small breasts and the shirt hung away from my body.

I just hope the shorts were better. I slid them up my legs. I wish I had body hair so my legs looked manly! The shorts were snug on my hips and butt and gave me a small wedge. The waist band hugged my waist perfectly, they fit like a glove. They flared out a little bit at the bottom so you couldn’t even tell I had a penis under them. It showed off my hourglass figure. I put on my white no-show socks and put on the shoes. They fit perfectly. I was scared to look in the full-length mirror by the hall leading into my room. OH MY GOD!! I look exactly like a chick! There is no way I can let the sexy girls see me like this!!

“Come on Jaycee! Let’s go! Wow, you look so cute!! I’m so glad my clothes fit you so well! Come on!” both girls barged into my room. I jumped as the door flew open, and just froze there as they spoke, clearly rushed to leave. They started off leveling me just standing there. I felt so humiliated. I didn’t want them to see me. I guess it is too late now. “COME ON!” Yelled Kayla from outside the door. I just grabbed my phone and wallet and ran. I can’t believe this is happening to me! Maybe I can still play this off.

I hurried into the waiting car full of gorgeous women. Haley, Hollie, and Kayla looking stunning in their workout clothes. I got in the back and the car started off. “You look so cute! I’m so glad our stuff fits you! Here I grabbed you a jacket just incase you get cold after. We’re going to grab these great protein smoothies!” Kayla handed me her cropped leather jacket. I put it on my lap, trying to hide my girly legs.

We arrived at the gym and Haley told us that the other girls weren’t going to be able to make it tonight. I was so relieved that none of the other girls were going to see me this way! Our workout was pretty normal, we worked glutes, than core, then I ran a few miles on the treadmill. It was pretty normal and the girls were mostly focused on the workouts. Afterwards, we left to go get this great protein shake. It was so good, and Kayla was right, I was a little cold. I just slipped her jacket over my shoulders, but didn’t put my arms through the sleeves. As we stood there waiting for our drinks, this tall, good looking guy got his drinks, turned around, looked right at me and said as he walked past “Sup baby girl, you lookin fine.” I just froze like a deer in head lights.

I was so embarrassed, I can’t believe this guy thought I was a girl! This is not going to help me sleep with these girls! The girls, of course, thought it was so funny, with teasing “oo he likes you!” and winks. So embarrassing! That’s the same stuff the girls back home would do. I didn’t know what to say, so I didn’t say anything, just hoping they would forget about it, and that we could go back to the house and I could get out of these girls' clothes!

Fortunately, as soon as we got our drinks we left, and I felt some relief as I got into my room and out of those clothes! I put them nicely folded on the sink in the bathroom, and started the shower. I put my hair up in a bun and got in. It was warm and soothing and seemed to melt the stress of the last few hours. Of course, the only soaps there were obviously for girls. I picked the least feminine one I could, toasted vanilla. Still pretty girly. I got out, wrapped the towel around me, and walked to my closet for my pajamas. I looked at the huge empty closet, something seemed like it was missing. OH MY GOD, MY CLOTHES!!! They were gone! They were all gone!! HOW!?!

I was about to run out of my room, and saw my body in the mirror with just the towel around my waist and felt like I didn’t look good. My little fat lumps on my chest looked too much like boobs for my liking and I rewarped the towel around my chest, just like a girl would do. I rushed out the hall and down to Hollie's room. I knocked lightly on the door, hopping not to make a scene. She opened her door wearing this lacy sheer night gown and seemed a little confused to see me standing there in a towel. In another sercomstanc this would have been the beginning of a fantasy for me.

“Is everything ok Jaycee?” A little bit of concern in her voice, she could see on my face I was panicked. “MY CLOTHES! THERE MISSING!” I was almost yelling, I could believe what was happened. “What? That’s odd.” Hollie spoke as she walked past me to my room to see for herself. I followed her to double check I hadn’t imagined it. We both looked in the closet, seeing no trace of my clothes. Hollie checked the hamper, empty.

“OK, let me tell Haley. But first let me get you something to wear, sweetie.” She headed off to her room, her short sheer nightgown hardly covering the bottom of her butt, not that it mattered because you could see her panties through the gown. I sat on my bed, confused as to what was happening to me. A short while later, Hollie arrived. In her hands were a small thing of clothes and her phone in the other. “Here go put this on, I texted Haley. We’ll see what she thinks.” She seemed helpful and confident we could figure it out. I took the clothes and walked into the bathroom.

“Hey, do you mind if I use your TV while we wait? I was right in the middle of my show.” I heard her speak from the other room. “Sure!” I thoughtlessly replied. I was too worried about wearing what she brought me. In my hands were black lace panties, and a black sheer and lacy nightgown, similar to what she was wearing. “I hope you don’t mind what I got for you! I don’t wear many plane clothes, it’s easier to always look hot if that’s all you own!” Hollie yelled over the sound of the TV from the other room. My heart sank. Not more girly stuff. At least just she’ll see me in this obvious woman’s lingerie. I sighed and put it on. Looking in the mirror didn’t make me feel any better, there wasn’t a single masculine thing about myself. I looked so much like a girl in a sexy nighty and no make up, I even could trick myself! My small bump in my panties not even noticeable through the sheer flowy nighty.

I had to leave some time. I finally walked out expecting to be laughed at, but she hardly even looked over at me, her attention on her show. “That fits you great!” She commented nicely. Before looking back at her show, she was laying on my bed, relaxing, I guess it wasn’t her clothes missing. I sat on the edge of the bed nervously waiting for Haley’s text. Finally When her phone went off I almost jumped to see the reply...

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