FEMBOY IN A BOX

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...I had the feeling it was brighter for a moment, but then my box - and me - was carried to another darker place. The voices from a foreign language were gone... Except one. It kept whispering stuff to himself, the male depth voice. I thought he could be my dad, because he was Portuguese, so maybe he was talking in Portuguese to the other men. Maybe my mom wrapped me like a gift in this box to surprise him... Maybe it was his birthday!
'BAMP'! - It totally scared me, a bump against my box! And then another!... Followed by a continuous cranky noise... And the box was open! I looked above towards a gray ceiling, dark like cement maybe!? And hand... And then a face! I shrunk in myself instead of stretching into freedom. It was a smiley expression from a blonde man with blue eyes whose face seemed to be marked with several scars I could exactly decipher.
- Well... Hello! Are you okay? - He asked, with a strange English accent.
- Uh Huh... - I nodded. - Are you... My father!?
He got surprised as he opened his bright eyes and changed the smile into admiration.
- Oh... No. - He ended up answering. - He pressed his lips against each other while looking at nowhere before facing me again. - Come on... - He dove his hands inside the box towards me, to pick me up. He made an effort but indeed picked me up out of the box...

<<! OUT OF MY FIRST BOX ! >>

...There was a single lamp connected to a cable, hanged in the middle of the ceiling. - Yes, I've heard you haven't seen your father in a long time, is that right!? - I nodded while trying to look at the small dark place. It seemed like a storage room with no windows or doors- Well. I'm not your father Chris... - Yet, he knew my name! Everytime he talked I looked at him and he was looking at me. He was wearing a sleeveless white shirt - had many hair on his arms and armpits - and some old looking blue jeans. - But I'll do my best to take care of you and I'll definitely be your best friend... - He cutted something he was going to say. Apparently he was admiring me so I tried to do it as well. I was wearing some tight black leggings and short red round boots on my feet. Also had a cosy pink hoodie sweater. - Christine. - He said.
- Huh!? - What!?... Some memory troubled my mind... '''...good girl... ''' ...the veterinarian told me before I fell asleep!
- Oh! Don't worry. - He squatted. - You're still Chris... But, I'll call you Christine sometimes. I just love that name. Please don't mind me. You'll get used to me. I'll be nice to you! - He made a big smile. Held my chin. - You're beautiful Christine! - He got up right after. - I'm deeply sorry that you arrived on a bad time. I have several things I must do, or I definitely would stay here with you for quite more time for us to get to know better, but I've already bought you some stuff... - He walked towards a couple of boxes that were in one corner - there was a toilet right there in the other corner, and a can in the wall next to it!
- I need to pee!
- Oh! - He looked back at me. I understand. Use the toilet while I'm opening this boxes. But please, sit on it, don't pee standing like rude boys usually do...
- Okay! - I didn't mind any of that... I was really needing to or I would probably blow up!!! ... It was a relief! And the man never looked at me while I did it, always crouched down in front of the boxes. Meanwhile I saw, on the other side of that small room, a small bed, almost in the floor level, prepared with white sheets and a while pillow.
When I flushed he made an intervention:
- There's a extensive can. Pull it so the water falls on the toilet. I invented that system myself, so I don't need to buy a toilet sink! - He smiled and kept talking while finishing unboxing. - You may wash your hands there. There's papers to clean next to the toilet too. Use the toilet paper to clean your hands.
- Are you Portuguese?
- Portuguese!? - He got up and turned to me. Was holding something strange in one hand and something familiar in the other hand. - No. But I'll tell you more next time! I'm in a bit of a rush now. - He shrunk his face and shoulders. - So...
- Where's my mom!? - I interrupted.
- Ah... We will talk about it next time, but you don't have anything to worry about anymore! You're a privileged girl Christine!
"Why I'm being treated like a girl!?" I Frowned my eyebrow. And he just kept talking...
- Now... Here's your Cube! I challenge you to complete it until my next visit! There's also your MP3. It seems to be without battery, but I'll put it into charging right here. - He squatted next to a electrical outlet in a wall, connected the MP3 and placed him on the dark floor that looked like the ceiling. He then grabbed again the unfamiliar objects he previously had on the other hand. - Careful using this, don't get yourself a shock! I also have water and several canned food there - pointed at the boxes, but be also careful opening it, so don't cut yourself! I'll bring better food next time. Use an empty box as a thrash bin for now. There are some dolls too you can dress and undress like we would if we had time. - He seemed to be speaking self-frustration in a weird confusing way. I think the "we" wasn't referring to "him and me", I supposed... Mom used to talk like that sometimes. Blabbering about her random problems like if I was one of them... Then she would shake her hand with a 'nevermind' and left either outside or to her room.