The Perks Of Being A Girl ♀ Zayn Malik

Perk 8 - Boobs

The Perks Of Being A Girl [Zayn Malik]

Perk 8 - Boobs

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Gym class.

Do you sense my enthusiasm? Probably not, since there isn't any.

I don't even know why I chose phys. ed. Heck, I don't even know why I'm here.

Still questioning the quality of my IQ.

What was I even thinking when I joined this school? Clearly, nothing intelligent.

And now, for the moment you've all been waiting for.

Now, you may find out how awkward it is being in the girls' changeroom. To be honest, I don't mind. Really. It's an...interesting sight. But I don't see it anyways; I go in the bathroom stall. I have to, unless I want to blow my cover.

And my eardrums.

I wish I could be a guy emotionally and a girl physically. That would be nice. And that is really what I am right now.

The hard life of being a man-girl.

Sigh.

I walked into the changeroom and saw...you know...

My hormones were on overdrive and I practically sprinted to the bathroom stall, not even acknowledging any of the girls in there. I stripped out of my dress (how much I hate that damn dress) and noticed that my fake boobs (which are water-filled balloons, thank you very much) were starting to fall off.

Really? At a time like this? Great.

I tried fixing them into my bra - I don't know how the hell girls can survive with boobs and bras. It's so uncomfortable.

I guess I'll never be able to understand women after all.

Eh, I thought, good enough. It looks fine.

I tucked my shirt in my shorts, tied up my luscious hair and walked out. I put my stuff in my gym locker and walked out to the gym. 

It's bad that I'm in a gym class with girls when I'm actually a boy - a proud one - but it's even worse when the girls wear volleyball shorts.  

This is nothing but awkward.

"Fall in!" Coach Schneider yelled.

I never liked him. He only yells. I wonder if he can whisper.

"Today, you girls will be in two teams playing against each other in basketball."

Everyone cheered except for me. Typical.

"But!" Coach yelled, "Let's do some stretching first!" What? That's not fair.

Control your boner Zayn, you've got this.

We filed into a line and Coach began with the stretching session.

Be strong Zayn.

"Bend down and touch your toes." Yay.

I bent down and found that the only way to distract me from looking at the girls was focusing on my shoes. I have a sad life.

Look at those rainbow laces, Veronica. They're so pretty, Zayn. I know right? I painted them myself. Oh, you're so talented. Why thank you.

"Veronica!" He scared the shit out of me and I fell.

At least with pride.

"Yes coach?" I stuttered.

"Pay attention!"

"O-okay." Strike one.

After a few more stretches, I was proud of myself. Good job Zayn, you did it.

Oh shit. It's time for basketball. I was never a sporty type of person; I prefer creative.

"Veronica!"

"Yes coach?"

"What team are you on?"

I stared at the two teams on opposite sides on the gym who were staring back and I simply thought, oh shit. It's a fifty-fifty chance that I would get it right so, "Abigail's team?" It was more of a question than a statement, typical me.

Coach just eyed me like there was something on my face. There was, and it's called makeup.

Oh crud, strike two.

"You got lucky this time." I released the breath that I didn't even know I was holding and walked over shamefully.

"Ready?" Everyone scrambled around to get into their positions while me, I just stayed where I was.

"Set?" Oh dear.

"Go!" Here we go.

Before I knew it, the ball was passed to me and instantly, there was a stain on my shirt.

Great.

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