The Cross Dresser

3

Dakota's POV

5th period.

I sigh.

The class that I have to skip, sitting out on the side of the pool.

Everyone filled up at the side of the pool, and went into their locker rooms.

I was at the end of the line, and I finally reached the front.

"Um, sir, can I skip swimming? I, um, I'm on my.... Period...."

I said softly.

Shit.

Who says they're on their period?

Especially since I'm a boy?!

The coach shook his head.

"Sorry, but you still have to join the rest of the class."

He turned away, walking to the lifeguard seat.

My eyes widened.

Shit.

Fucking shit.

This is bad.

I curled my fingers into fists, and rushed out of the swimming pool room, and toward the bathrooms.

I stopped in front of the bathrooms, looking at them.

Girls...

Boys.....

Which?

I looked from side to side, making sure no one was looking.

I felt someone was looking at me from behind me, and I looked around, seeing a tree.

Narrowing my eyes, I turned back to the bathrooms and opened the door to the boy's bathroom, going in.

Tyler POV

I watch as Dakota goes into the guy's bathroom?!

So she's the prankster type?

I smirk, going back to the pool, I was already dressed sadly.

Anyways I flex my arms, I see a bunch of girls get 'nose bleeds.'

I smirked, going to my buds.

"Hey Tyler!"

"Hey, What's up Brice!?"

"I don't know...fudge i hate swimming."

I smirk and put my arm around his neck and shoulders.

"Aww to bad man i was hoping for some competition.."

He shoved me laughing.

"I may hate it but i am not bad!"

"That's the spirit!"

Casey, one of my friends, comes jogging over.

We fist bump.

"Yo tyler, my name is Casey Lily Nether, you my friend, prepare to die..i mean be BEATEN!!"

She yells. Brice, Casey, Nick, Jonathan, Remy, and I all laugh at her remark.

The whistle blows and the coach begins speaking..

Hmm no matter how cool Dakota is ..she can't surpass the coach..

Better hurry dear Dakota.

Dakota's POV

I walk out of the bathroom, dragging a blanket and wearing a pair of black and red swim trunks, topless.

I didn't have a shirt, I should have asked someone for one earlier...

What a stupid dumbass I am...

I sigh, and slowly started walking toward the swimming pool.

Once I get to the room, I stand outside the door and wrap the long blanket around my body.

Well, I will go into the room, sit by the edge, if the coach notices me, I will go in.

Eh, no big deal, no big deal (yeah right).

I open the door and walk in quietly, sitting in the corner of the room, and put on some earbuds, listening to some of my favorite remixes.

I sit there quietly, closing my eyes and leaning against the wall.

Serenity, serenity...

"DAKOTA LOWE!"

The coach shouted, causing me to jump off the bench.

"W-what?!"

I yelped, stumbling back toward the benches again.

"GET INTO THE POOL, OR GET AN F."

Yeah, yeah, whatever...

Is what I want to say, but I care about my grades.

I sighed, pulling the earbuds off, and putting them to the side.

Everyone in the class was staring at me.

Well, here goes nothing...

I whip the blanket off and ran to the pool, plunging in.