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Hi, my name is Ty and I'm a guy.
I have long brown hair, nice legs, and...well, a decent pair of boobs.
I lost you didn't I?
Yeah! You heard me, nice boobs.
Now you're either wondering one of three things right now: One, is this story about some guy who wished he was girl? Two, he gay or something? And three, why the hell am I even reading this?!
Well let me answer those questions for you before you get freaked out and throw this book at some innocent moron at the book store. This story is not about some guy wishing for a sex change. No! It's about a guy (and his friends) who were magically wronged by his sister and her friends. Next, I'm so far from gay that right now I'm pretty sure you can consider me a lesbian...what with all the new girl parts. And lastly you are reading this book because it's probably got hot chicks on the cover and it's so much more interesting than whatever s**t you were doing before.
And now we get to the interesting part. How exactly does a guy (who did nothing wront) end up cursed with a sexy female body, hourglass figure and all? I have to admit though...I'm pretty ******** hot.
"Ty what the hell are you doing?"
"What?! Can't a guy have some privacy around here!"
"Not when he's standing in the middle of the road look at himself in a puddle...."
"Shut up Matt."
"Don't tell him to shut up! It's your fault we're wearing skits in the first place. You're lucky I haven't fried your a** yet!"
"Oh wow, I'm scared...is the angel cranky? Hey, don't you guys wear dresses up there anyway?"
That did it.
Here's a little something about my "buddies", T.k, the one I just pissed off as well as the one most likely to kill me first. He's an angel. And currently there is only so far you can push an angel. Especially when he's just been given an unwanted sex change by his own girlfriend. How much can a guy take after all?
"They're called cloaks Ty! And guess what!? We don't usually strap on a pair of boobs to go with it!" As his voice rose I could see sparks beginning to fly around his fingertips.
Maybe I had gone a bit too far.
"Well someone's cranky..." guess I just don't learn.
"Ty I don't think..."
!ZAP!
"HOLY SHI-"
"....you should do that...." Now I suppose you're wondering who the voice of reason in this group is right now? That would probably be Matt, T.k's older half-brother and my best friend. His little problem is (on top of currently being a girl) that he's a werewolf, a little disease that I guess doesn't make being a girl any more fun.
"Ty are you okay?"
"Nice shot T.k. Hey Matt is he dead?" And here we come to the last member of our little group. Ash, the only human brave (or stupid) enough to hang with us. He's also pretty much one of the only humans we talk too.
Well now I guess you've met us all. Well accept for me...the fried vampire (Yes I am a vampire...), T.k the pissed off angel, Matt the concerned werewolf, and Ash...well...the human I guess. I'd say we're an odd bunch and it's all my fault (as I've been told) that we are now of the female species.
~*~
Not it wasn't that long before I woke up again. And no I am not the kind of vampire that just rolls over when exposed to extreme hear. I've been electrified by T.k plenty of times so it's no big deal.
"Ty, you okay?" Matt again...
"Yeah I'm fine...where the hell is your brother?" I wanted to give T.k a piece of my mind. Like I said, I guess I never learned.
"Um...technically he's my sister now..."
"I don't care Matt. Where the hell is he-she-whatever?" My head was killing me and for a moment I stared blankly at the loose strands of brown hair and long feminine fingers in form of my face, trying to figure out who's they were. Before suddenly remembering that unfortunately they were mine.
"He went to blow off some steam...you shouldn't go looking for a fight. He really fried you this time..." Matt said taking a moment to point out the singed skin on my chest that was slowly healing beneath the taters of my shirt. At least my bra was still intact....oh God I have a bra.
"Yeah, yeah. That's exactly why I want to see him. I he with Ash?"
"Yea, they left after you passed out, and I think you should leave him alone for now..."
"Whatever..." It felt weird talking to a girl and knowing full well they weren't a girl at all. Especially since I'm used to flirting with every girl I talk too.
Slowly I climbed to my feet, movement being incredibly easy in the blue mini-skirt that had once been my favorite jeans. "This sucks...I'm not meant to be a girl."
"Well it's..."
"Don't you dare finish that sentence Matt." It came out as growl, and Matt instantly grew quiet before looking slightly hurt. No one not even me on a bad day could see him looking hurt. It was like I'd kicked a puppy. "Sorry buddy." I said with a sigh, and placing a apologetic hand on his shoulder.
"I'm just not liking this whole girl thing..." Even in the girl body I could feel the unused strength that came with Matt's werewolf curse. I never told anyone and I had become an expert at hiding it but; I had always been a little scared of what he could do to me, even though I knew if he did try something it was because he wasn't himself. Or it was an accident.
"Well we should go find the other." his voice instantly became happier as he jumped a little and sniffed at the air. Now I suppose I should back track a little and tell you what happened.
Now where did I put that dam flashback....ah
Here it is.
 Rapta · Tue Jul 19, 2011 @ 07:39am · 0 Comments |
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