Tomtord One Shizzles

Tord in wonderland pt 1

Tord's pov

I recently came out to my parents, they barely just accepted me. but now they just treat me like a girl, even though I'm gay.. not transgender. We were leaving for a party, I didn't bother to ask why.

Ever since I was young I've always had this same exact dream...or nightmare? im not really to this point. but anyway, these dreams have been coming back to me, more intence.

Me and my mother were in our carriage, her checking I look 'feminine' enough.

"Where's your corset, Tord?" I stayed quiet for that question. the same look on my face. she then lifted up the skirt on my dress, reaveling regular socks.
"And no stockings." she gave me a stern look.

"I'm against them.."

"But you're not properly dressed" With her sentence I done I snapped back, more of a tone in my voice.

"Who's to say what is proper? what if it was agreed that 'proper' was wearing a gold fish on your head? would you wear it?"

"Tord" she gave me a daring glimpse. I mumbled to myself, just about visible to hear.
"Tord, please. not today."

"father would of laughed..." I looked off into the distance. I suddenly realised what I said.
"I'm sorry,.. I'm tired. I didn't sleep well last night."

"Did you have bad dreams again?"

"Only one.., it's always the same since I can remember, do you think thats normal?" I carried on. "dont most people have different dreams?"

She shakes her head. "I dont know.." she then takes off her treasured necklace and gave it to me. "There. You're beautiful. Now all you need to do is smile." I fake smiled for her.

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Once we arrived my mother helped me out the carriage, making sure my red dress doesn't get muddy. My mother and I speed walk to the people greeting us.

"At last, I thought you would never arrive." The woman greeted us.
"Tord, Hamish is waiting to dance with you. Go."

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Hamish and I greet eachother, beginning to dance. I let out a a quick snicker.

"Do I amuse you?" He said.

"Heh, no. I had a sudden vision of all of the lady's wearing mens attire and vise versa." I thought to myself for a few seconds.

"You best keep your visions to yourself.."

We continue to dance in silence, me getting distracted easily. I bump into another woman.

"Pardon us, Mr Kingsley's distracted today." he then drags my a bit, getting rather hostile. "Where's your head?!"

"I was wondering what it would be like to fly" we continue dancing

"Why would you spend your time thinking about such an impossible thing?" He spoke, sounding snobby.

"Why wouldn't I? My father belived in six impossible things before breakfast." he then all of a sudden cut me off.

"meet me under the gazebo in precisely ten minutes" with that he was gone.

I turn behind he overhearing a conversation between two mischievous twins.
"I can't wait until Hamish proposes to Tord!"
They snicker, knowing I was there.

"ugh! ruining the surprise again, girls!" The young lady from earlier pulls me to the side, apologising.

"so everyone's here just so he can propose?.." I ask, my accent thick.

"yes. And once you say yes we wi--"

"Hang on!- I didn't say that I wanted to say yes." I said, the timidness in my voice showing.

"Who then? That pretty face won't last forever, and you don't want to end up like aunt Margiree. You don't want that do you?"

"No."

"so, you'll marry Hamish and be as happy as I am! Its already decided."

"Tord, dear." The lady who first greeted us approached me.

Hamishes mother walked away.

"Shall we take a leisurely stroll through the garden? Just you and me."

we head our way to the garden where she continued to talk.

"Do you know what Ive always dreaded?"
she sighed. I stay quiet, wondering.
"ugly grand children. But you're lovely. You're bound to produce little -- IMBECILES! The gardeners planted white roses while I pecificly asked for red roses."

"You could always paint them red..?"

"What an odd thing to say.." she continued on, "You should know that my son has an extremely delecate--"

"Did you see that?" I cut her off, ppinting out the russle on the bush.

"see what?"

"It was a rabbit I think"

"ugh, nasty little things. I enjoy setting the dogs on them. Anyway, if you serve Hamish the wrong foods, he could get a.."

The rest of her sentance was muffled by me, only focusing on the rabbit.
"Did you see it that time?"

"what?"

"The rabbit!"

"Alright! No need to shout. Dear me, Tord.--"

All of a sudden some sort of bell went off, sighnilising that I need to get to the gazebo.

"Off you go." She shooed me off. I just couldn't wait for this..

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Once I has arrived, everyone else was already there and ready for the 'big question'. I'm not ready for this. Hamish gives me a look saying, 'come on, hurry up and get in here'. I hesititently step up to the floor boards of the gazebo.

"Tord Kingsley, I've asked you here today, because--" He stoped his sentance mid way, freaked out. I was muddled once again, wondering why he's over'reacting as such.

"What's wrong, Hamish?" I voiced up. He responded without words, but rather more odd noises of horror. He pointed towards a small, blue caterpillar on his right shoulder. I look at him like he's an idiot, (mainly because he is one) taking the frail critter into my hands gentally, then placing it to the side on the gazebo.

He looked up at me in disgust, "you may need to wash that finger" he says, still cringing. I shake my head like a mother that's disappointed in her two children for fighting over a simple toy.
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"anyway....--you're a beautiful man worth of modelling, and I'd like you to marry me." He said with full confidence. I knew this was coming, but I couldn't bare it.
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"Hamish I--" Something gripped my attention mercilessly. It was that rabbit again, the one I saw earlier in the rose bushes, but this time it portrayed a  worried face. My full attention was drawn to it, I couldn't help but stare. That was until Hamish snapped me back into reality.

"O-oh..-- Hamish.., you're a great man, but I...I" At that moment, the rabbit looked at me with the words, 'hurry up, were late!' oozing out of him, "I-I..., I have to go--", suddenly before I knew it, I was dashing down the emerald green grass, chasing after the milk-like furry creature with all of my strength.

I tripped up, stumbling onto my face, which now had a small cut across my cheek. I carefully cupped the open wound, keeping my eyes on the animal.

I scurry upwards, only to be facing a deep dark rabbit hole. I balance myself, afraid I might fall in, but I then soon go ahead and shuffle up in a crawling motion to see more clearly. All of a sudden, my eyes met with darkness, as I felt my circulation being cut off from how fast I was now falling down an ominous rabbit hole, my tour guide as the rabbit itself that can tell the time and wears waistcoats...

This all seems so familiar--

"AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH--"

To be continued....