sebaciel

chapter 2

    I had just got off work that night and stood inside the subway trying to get off. Although, there were so many problems occurring right now and I wasn't thrilled. For one, a million people decided to get on the subway the same time I had to get off of it. For two, I was dressed in my maid outfit still and all these older men kept checking out my invisible boobs. Third, I had to pee really badly because I apparently I didn't have to go at work, but now I did.

I wasn't going to cup my crotch though. That would have been really embarrassing, but if I wet myself I decided I'd blame God...or maybe the subway and all the people that were in my way.

"Excuse me." I said in my forced girly voice, but it resulted in effortless because no one moved aside and no one let me by.

Mother f-

"OOF!" I fell backwards as some lady bopped me with her purse, "H-hey." I hissed as I nursed my forehead. People were so rude and I was so short.

Oh and crap, I forgot I had to pee. I need to concentrate on holding it. Maybe do what people do in the movies and sway back in forth in a dance. Oh lord this was not my day. First that Sebastian dude and now this.

I finally squeezed past this round lady and jumped off the subway before the doors closed. My hair was in a tangle of a mess and I was sure my fake boobs were no longer in the right place.

With a huge sigh and a flip of my long hair I decided to go home.

....well...after I stopped at the restroom that is.

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The first thing I got once I reached my apartment was a lovely sticky note on my door. I groaned as I pulled it off and read it.

'Late on rent again. Faggot.'

I crumpled it and tossed it off the balcony. The land lord lady was a serious bitch to me and I didn't want to deal with her negativity right now. Yea, I had many issues going on with myself at the moment, but payment should have been the least of my worries. Why was it always about money these days? I could pick up a second job, but what good would that do?

I bit my lip, "Besides I'm trying my best." I murmured as I jammed the key into the lock.

I opened my apartment door and walked inside the darkened room. I flicked on the kitchen light and dropped my hand bag on the counter.

See, I thought if I was working as a maid I would make enough money to live on my own, but it was still hard. I didn't want a roommate because the last time I roomed with someone they threw me under the bus and didn't pay rent.

I took the long hair clips out and pulled the wig off along with my wig cap. I ran my fingers through my hair and sighed in relief. It felt so heavenly to be myself again.

I shut my eyes softly and let a hint of a smile take over my face. Being at home in the peaceful quiet was relaxing right now. It was exactly what the doctor ordered. Hell yes, I was that doctor.

I walked into my bathroom and put the wig away, then I stripped myself out of the dress and threw on a pair of Calvin Klein boxers.

Staring at myself in the mirror made me depressed. I looked frail in the face and I was pretty thin. I guess I did look like a young girl in some way. Except my chest wasn't related to a girl's, but if I was a twelve year old girl, then maybe it did.

A paper slipped out of my maid dress pocket and I bent down picking it up. I immediately rolled my eyes and the number and name. That dude from earlier was crazy if he thought I would play along as his girl friend. It was the last thing I needed to get involved in.

I narrowed my eyes at the payment. It was a lot of money and well....it would allow me to not only pay rent every month, but afford anything else I wanted to.

I cursed under my breath and tossed the card in the trash. Nope. I wasn't going to do it. All I needed was a nice long rest and tomorrow at work things would go back to normal.

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"CIEL! HURRY UP WITH THE FOOD!" Alois shouted from across the café. I swear if he was next to me I would have grabbed his little neck and rung it out like I do the rags.

"I'm coming, Trancy." I answered as I came walking out with a tray in my hands. I made sure there were no wet floor signs as I walked across the floor. Good. I'm safe.

I sat the tray down in front of the lady and her daughter and they both flashed me a happy look as I faked a smile and walked away.

Once I was in the back I yanked on Alois' hair and glowered, "Would you stop screaming! This is a café and people don't need to hear your voice 24/7. They get enough of it when you're off work, I'm sure."

Alois grabbed my hand and pulled me forward as he giggled, "Oh Ciel, you're too stubborn for your own good. If you lived a little you would see just how fun it is to scream out loud."

I forced my hand away and scoffed, "Get back to work, Trancy."

"I should say the same thing to you, Phantomhive."

So yea, work went smoothly for the rest of the day. Okay, maybe not smooth. If you ignore the time I added ice to the coffee (mistake) and the time I threw a cream cake in Alois' face, (he wouldn't shut the fuck up) then yea, it was a normal day.

I left work that night feeling especially tired. I wanted to go die now. Life was no longer fun and I was sick and tired to getting all these dirty looks for old men. I wasn't sexy and if they thought I was then they need some serious therapy.

I began to walk off the stairs to the third level where my apartment rested, but once I reached the door I glared once I noticed another sticky note and ALL my stuff laid out on the porch.

"Son of a-" I grabbed the note and growled once I read it.

'Hey faggot who cross dresses, you're out. You're once again a week behind on your payment.'

I dropped the note and frowned at all my stuff. This was not my day.

What else was there for me to do? Maybe I would find another place that was cheaper? Yea that would work.

I walked down the steps in sullen depression. Stupid stupid lady and her stupidness. Thinking she can kick me out. I didn't get paid until Friday and guess what? It was not Friday!

I glanced across the street and stared as a police car zipped past with their colorful lights. I already was living on the bad side of the neighborhood. How much deeper into the danger zone did I have to go?

I decided I needed a drink. Although I wasn't of age, dressed like this maybe someone would give me one?