I'll never do it again

Surprise mother fuckers!!!!!!!!!

Chapter 14

Gees p.o.v

Frank had left already his mother was on her way home and wanted him to be there when she got there. My parents were out God knows where as always they always wanted as to engage in "family activities " instead of being on our phones and laptops all the time but if they were home they were both too busy with their phones to do anything with us be cause that makes sense right? Yea oh well. I wandered up to my room remembering that this was one of those rare occasions I could be as loud as I wanted and no one would care ...no not like that dirty minded much? I took my phone out of my pocket and connected it to the Bluetooth speaker setting my music to shuffle before turning the volume up as far as it could go and digging under my bed for my paints I loved painting it was one thing where rules flew out the window and you could do whatever the hell you wanted you want to splatter paint on a canvas go for it you want do and intricate design with lots of meaning go for it wanna paint a sunset go for it wanna paint people go for it it was like you couldn't go wrong no matter what you did I wish all of life was that easy I decided to paint a random park bench which ended up as what could be me and Frank on a park bench if I had the guts to dress like I felt. I vaguely recognized the song playing and stopped to listen

🎶 it just takes some time little girl you're in the middle of the ride...🎶 The middle by jimmy eat world I probably shouldn't identify so well with that line of the song I thought looking in the mirror at myself I was still wearing the cloths Frank gave me to wear and I have to say my ass did look great in those skinny jeans it's just that guy in the mirror? He's just not ....me? I don't feel like a guy most of the time sometimes there's a rare occasion where I'm super comfortable with myself and with being masculine and all that jazz but most of the time I'd feel a lot better if I cou do be more feminine without getting shit for it I dug under my bed more to the back of it and pulled out a box from the back technically it wasn't my clothes either but Nikki had told me it was old and to just throw it out when she left it here on accident

I hadnt really wanted to because I kinda felt like maybe I could wear it? Well since you're probably wondering what "it" is ill tell you it's a bra a particularly pretty one if you ask me it was a very light almost white pink tone with lace and the cups were very padded so it held its shape even with nothing in it I had pulled it out to look at a few times before but never tried it on before but no one was home right now anyway and it wasn't like I couldn't just take it back off in seconds.........I was gonna try it on maybe I'd feel better if I did after fumbling with the clasps for close to ten minutes I had it on and tightened the straps I turned toward the mirror to look at myself and gasped a little I looked......good! I was extremely happy with it i put my Bowie shirt back on and looked again in the same outfit as before but this time there "i" not some "guy" I kinda looked like someone trying to be something they aren't but damn if I didn't look good I was lucky to have a more feminine body shape then most guys I guess although I wondered if it wouldn't look better with something else?