Arthur's POV
Time felt eerily suffocating as if something was watching me, watching over my shoulder as I ate or slept, when I would use the bathroom. Their gaze traumatizing my lungs to adapt on deprived oxygen from apprehensively obssessing over something that wasnt even their. The comfort of my bed soon became my only solice in the world that I have control over.
A soft sequence of knocks echoed throughout my room, the noise bouncing off every corner before reaching my ears. A known pain shot through my heart.
"Athena? Darling, it's time to get up, I even picked out another cute dress for you~"
My heart beat spiked dangerously as I held my breath while intently watching the shadow underneath the door. Another sequence of knocks began before a sigh was heard and to my relief the sound of retreating footsteps. Breathing heavily I hesitate a bit, not sure if she was really gone. Time past with no other sound causing my heart to slowly come down to its original rhythm. Taking my time getting out of bed I make sure to move as slow as I could toward my walk in closet secured behind a sturdy Dark oak door, lined with gold exaggerating the simplicity of the design.
With some resistance I slowly pull the door open to reveal the rows upon rows of women's clothes neatly hung and arranged by color. Different style shoes were stacked neatly on shoe racks lining against the back wall facing me with their own light shining on them. I grunted lowly before pulling out a pair of garments and a long sweater like dress. The shoulders were exposed but the dress covered up pretty much everything else. I walked to the shoe rack grabbing a pair of white heels to match the white dress I had.
Although my outfit was simple, I walked back into my room to check myself out in the mirror standing on top of my large vintage drawer. I couldn't resist looking at my body as I weighed the dress over me, running my hand slowly up my side with hush breaths before staring at my face, my plump soft lips with matching erotic earthy eyes accompanied by thick but clean eyebrows.
I swallowed thickly then changed into the dress, the dress was tight near my thighs causing them to rub against my cock. I grabbed the edge of my desk to stabilize myself ignoring the explicit thoughts coursing through my mind, an erotic smile forming onto my lips.
My smile slowly faded away as I attempt to touch my reflection after staring at it for so long, a tranquil feeling coursing through my body as I looked over my masculine features hidden behind shiny locks of hair that pooled past my shoulders. I pull my hair behind my ears into a loose pony tail trying to see my face better until someone burst into my room.
I whirled around surprised, before panicking when seeing my mother. "Athena! Your awake?" Her voice was high and calloused, as due to her expression when she noticed my cock peaking through my thighs. She stormed toward me with her hand held high before striking me across my face forcing me to the floor. I clutched my wounded cheek with tears trying to cover my face.
"Girls do not get 'boners' how many times must I repeat myself so you finally understand?" My mother's voice was annoyed and harsh, condescending in the end as she knelt down before me with gentle eyes and a caring voice. "Athena~ darling, look at me" I had no choice with her hand upon my cheek forcing me to look her in the eyes. She smiled.
"You deserved it Athena, I just want you to be happy" The tears staining my cheeks dried slightly as I stared silently at her, knowing that no matter what I said to her I was wrong. She smiled again before standing up and wiping her hands with a fancy peice of fabric she pulled from God knows where before walking away from me echoing orders from behind her.
"Now I expect you to be downstairs in the dress I have brought you, since that dress of yours is soiled" Her voice faded slightly before she came back with a dress. It was beautiful. The design of the dress had transparent wistful bell sleaves, the hips area had soft edges and embroided with intricate designs of beautiful patterns made out of gold thread stitching, whilst the lower half of the dress was long and had a slit on the left hand side with ruffles fading into white.
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DiversosA young unfortunate boy named Arthur Wailington was born into a wealthy family faced with constant ridicule and torment from his own flesh and blood. Cursed to be the middle child between six brothers he was gifted with yet another curse. He was gr...