PLEASE NOTE:
This is the joint account of:
Nezzie
LozzDog
Intuition
Hence the username "Nezz-Inti-Lozz".
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I sat on the bus, ignoring the constant stares of the elderly prunes that occupied most of the seats. My iPod played my favourite death metal, and it was all i could do not to restrain from moshing. If I did, this wig would fly across the bus. I'm a girl, not a transvestite.
Well, technically, I am. That's not what matters, though.
Think of all those girls...
I looked across the isle, seeing a teenage guy about the same age as me sitting on the aisle seat. His blonde surfer hair stuck out of the top of his plain hoodie as he looked over at me, winking, before leaning across the isle towards me.
"Can i have your number?" he said, in his rough voice, looking me over as he spoke. His eyes trailed down to my fake boobs as he spoke. I looked him up and down. He wasn't that bad... for a fat midget.
"Who the hell do you think you are?! I shouted at him, keeping my voice girly, "I'm way out of your league."
Without glancing back at him, I quickly pressed the stop button and got out of the bus.
Where the hell was I now?!
Looking around, I noticed a bank. I slowly walked in through its doors, careful not to trip on my ridiculously high heels.
It was the crappiest bank I had ever been in. The whole place looked like it was about to collapse. There was no one at the counter thing, so I pressed the bell. What do you know, the bloody thing had no batteries.
I trudged back out of the bank, only to be surrounded by a group of very horny looking boys.
I rolled my eyes. Typical. They could fo find some random girl or something. I made to walk past them, but they sauntered around me, blocking my way.
"Move." I muttered, waiting for them to get out of my way. Could they not see I was a very pissed, very tall, very muscular and hot teenage boy? Not to brag, of course.
Oh, I don't think so sweetie." One of the guys slurred. Drunk. Again, typical.
But wait a second... did he just call me 'sweetie'? I blinked, confused, and looked down.
Shit. I forgot I was a girl.
I tried to weave around them again, but every way I went, they followed.
"What's the rush, honey?" One of the guys asked, running the back of his hand down my face.
"Leave me alone!" I yelled, putting on my best girly voice.
"Oh no, not yet." Another guy teased. "We want to have a bit of fun with you first..."
He winked, as the rest of the group laughed.
I felt someone squeeze my butt. Oh no you didn't! I whipped around to face the groper, only to have my heel caught in a crack on the footpath, wrenching me to the ground. I landed with a solid thump on the hard concrete, winded, and tried vainly to breath in the air that was knocked out of me. I slowly regained my senses to become aware of manly laughter all around me. I looked at my shoe, only to see that my precious heel had snapped off.
"Oh hell no! You can mess with me, but no one messes with the shoes!" I yelled at them, forgetting my girly voice. They didn't seem to notice, but kept on laughing until one of them came forward, holding out his hand with an apologetic look.
