Tomboys

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So, nothing against them but why is the female protagonist always a tomboy and just hear me out. She turns into a super amazing beautiful Victoria's Secret model when her best friend puts on her magic makeup on her while MC doesn't like it one bit and would rather take a football to the school dance.

If she is, in fact, just that effing miserable, why is she even going?

Oh yeah, the best friend is making her go.

Hear me out, here.

Layla was pretty and a perfect girl and tonight she had taken the opportunity to turn me into her. It took a long while to do that even though my features are perfect and I have no scars even though I play rough, push boys around, have fallen off my skateboard (because a tomboy has to have a skateboard) like a thousand times, and hurt myself and oh, my stitches never left any scars and when Layla is done with my makeup, I look perfect but I can't see what a polished VS model I look because I have self-hatred issues and I wear baggy clothes because I am a FUCKING TOMBOY bitch.

Wait, what?

Okay, then.

We roll up to the school dance full of horny teens kissing and conveniently, there are no chaperones. 

I mean... 

I go for punch.

No, no, no, no, no. Don't do it. There's-

I sipped it and it was mixed with something.

Of course.

A guy came up to me and tried to rape me.

Chaperones?

Then a guy came up and punched his sorry face.

Chaperones?

Kept punching.

Chaper-fucking-ones?

Continued punching and then we fell in love.

What the fuck?

We work on cars together, listen to heavy metal, and play football together and we're on the same team and my mom wants us to get married. 

We get married and have seven kids named something exotic. 

The end.



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