Post by DORIAN MOORE on Mar 4, 2012 18:03:23 GMT
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The winter had been cruel to Dorian. His friends had left him, his boyfriend had cheated on him, he had been called every rude name he could think of and he had even taken the abuse his mother had given him when she had come to visit.
The winter had been icy, with the glares as well as the weather. It had trapped Dorian in a downward spiral and he had landed with a horrendous bump at the bottom.
But the winter was ending, the cold weather was starting to end and the sun had begun to peak out from under the dark clouds.
Dorian had woken that morning to the sun almost blinding him through his curtains. He had gingerly climbed out of bed - for once there was no one else in it - and planted himself down in front of his mirror. He looked down at the make-up scattered over the desk. The lipsticks, mascara, eye-shadow, bronzer, blusher and whatever else he could find. It seemed insane that he had wanted to look like a girl for so long.
The long blonde hair, the small skimpy outfits. If his anatomy matched up with his personality, he would be made. But no, he was a boy. The only way to change that would be surgery. Dorian didn't think even he could go through something as final as that.
Tying his hair up into a ponytail he stood up. There would be no make-up today. He was going to see how far he could go without wanting to be a girl. If he could go a whole day, then maybe he didn't need the surgery. Maybe he could continue living like a boy and dressing like a girl.
It seemed stupid, even in his own head. But it was worth a try, right?
Biting his lip he pulled on some brown pants and some white shit he had found in the depths of his wardrobe. He looked at himself in the mirror and blinked owlishly. He didn't look like himself. Except for his hair, which was still long. Maybe he should cut it?
No. Enough for now.
Picking up some money and stuffing it in his pocket he gave a shout to George that he was going out. George poked his head out from behind a door and was so shocked at Dorian's appearance, he only nodded.
Dorian walked briskly through the streets, his arms protected from the cold by some cardigan he had found. It wasn't his, but it still looked alright.
He eventually made his way to the park, his eyes darting to the couples that had also made use of the sunshine. They looked so happy. Why couldn't he have that? Why couldn't he be happy?
Sighing, he sat himself down on a bench and held his head in his hands. It was hopeless. Looking down at his pants, shoes, shirt...it wasn't him. But maybe someone would want him as a boy. There must be...
The winter had been cruel to Dorian. His friends had left him, his boyfriend had cheated on him, he had been called every rude name he could think of and he had even taken the abuse his mother had given him when she had come to visit.
The winter had been icy, with the glares as well as the weather. It had trapped Dorian in a downward spiral and he had landed with a horrendous bump at the bottom.
But the winter was ending, the cold weather was starting to end and the sun had begun to peak out from under the dark clouds.
Dorian had woken that morning to the sun almost blinding him through his curtains. He had gingerly climbed out of bed - for once there was no one else in it - and planted himself down in front of his mirror. He looked down at the make-up scattered over the desk. The lipsticks, mascara, eye-shadow, bronzer, blusher and whatever else he could find. It seemed insane that he had wanted to look like a girl for so long.
The long blonde hair, the small skimpy outfits. If his anatomy matched up with his personality, he would be made. But no, he was a boy. The only way to change that would be surgery. Dorian didn't think even he could go through something as final as that.
Tying his hair up into a ponytail he stood up. There would be no make-up today. He was going to see how far he could go without wanting to be a girl. If he could go a whole day, then maybe he didn't need the surgery. Maybe he could continue living like a boy and dressing like a girl.
It seemed stupid, even in his own head. But it was worth a try, right?
Biting his lip he pulled on some brown pants and some white shit he had found in the depths of his wardrobe. He looked at himself in the mirror and blinked owlishly. He didn't look like himself. Except for his hair, which was still long. Maybe he should cut it?
No. Enough for now.
Picking up some money and stuffing it in his pocket he gave a shout to George that he was going out. George poked his head out from behind a door and was so shocked at Dorian's appearance, he only nodded.
Dorian walked briskly through the streets, his arms protected from the cold by some cardigan he had found. It wasn't his, but it still looked alright.
He eventually made his way to the park, his eyes darting to the couples that had also made use of the sunshine. They looked so happy. Why couldn't he have that? Why couldn't he be happy?
Sighing, he sat himself down on a bench and held his head in his hands. It was hopeless. Looking down at his pants, shoes, shirt...it wasn't him. But maybe someone would want him as a boy. There must be...
