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"Who are you?"
They stood in a semi-circle around me, Heather C front and center as she always is. She held that forged hall pass crinkled in her fingers with a firm hand on her hip. She was scrutinizing every inch of me.
"I- um. Veronica…Sawyer," I—stupidly—stumbled over my own first name, "I crave a boon."
"What boon."
"Let me sit at your lunch table! Just once! No talking necessary. If people think you guys tolerate me, then they'll leave me alone,"
Almost instantly, Heather starts cackling, and the rest join in after. It's a joke I'm not in on, I'm an idiot below them pleading for their help, of course. Chandler sways her hips and shoves my hall pass in her pocket.
"Before you answer- I also do report cards, permission slips, and absence notes."
"How about prescriptions?"
"Shut up Heather!" Heather C demands without ever taking her eyes off me.
The undivided attention from her of…all people made me feel odd.
"Sorry Heather…"
"Why would we let a greasy nobody like you sit with us?" Heather asked, condescension dripping from her voice as she gestured towards the rest of her group.
"Wait! Heather!" McNamara ran up this time, whispering something into Heather's ear.
"I said SHUT-…" Weirdly…Heather C paused before her tyraid began.
She eyes me up and down again, this time like I was some sort of prey. She grinned and I felt a chill run down my spine. She stepped forward, circling me.
"For a greasy little nobody…you do have good bone structure," She stood behind me, resting a hand on my shoulder and running her finger along my jawline.
"And a symmetrical face! If I took a meat clever down the center of your skull, I'd have matching halves. That's very important!" McNamara turned to Heather again, "Think of Kurt!" She whispered far too loudly.
"Of course, he could stand to gain a few pounds."
"What?" I assumed Duke was talking about Kurt, but she clearly gestured to me.
"Maybe a hair cut." I could hear Heather C muse behind me, grabbing my hair and making me yelp.
"What are you-"
"Heather get my scissors," She demanded, talking over me.
Heather C starts tugging on my hair again, dragging me over to the sink despite my protests.
"He needs a Letterman!"
"And training…"
I hear the other two heckle, although I can't decipher whose who over my own yells as Heather C throws me over the sink. My chin bounces off the porcelain as she overpowers me.
"Ohh stop struggling. You'll love this…or learn to love it."
"Ooo! Ooo! I call training him!"
"Shut up Heather! If anything I'm doing it."
I can see out of the corner of my eye Duke pass Heather C something, and the fear that's been pooling in my gut starts to spread to my chest.
"Wait! Waitwaitwait!"
"Girls will you HELP me??" Heather stomps and turns around. They mumble some sort of apology and I feel them latch onto my arms.
"Wait! Please! Whats-"
"Shhh…Veronica…we'll make you beautiful. Don't worry." Heather C says, in that same condescending voice. She runs a hand up my inner thigh, and I can't help but whimper as those nails trace over me.
"He even kinda whimpers like a boy." Duke comments.
"I'm not-"
"I'm NoT a BoY- oh please, shut up."
Chandler grabs the back of my hair again, and I hear the scissors start snipping away. I screech, renewing my desperate fight for control.
"If I mess up your hair because you wanna fight this, that's on you."
"P-please…I'm sorry! What did-"
"Veronica…darling…this isn't some punishment. You want something, we want something. You were never going to make it as a girl anyways, everybody could see that."
One of them slots their knee between my legs as Heather keeps messily chopping my hair, "Hell! We're even sweetening the deal. You can sit with us for as long as you want, whenever you want. We'll even drag you around.
We want a good boy to play with, you can be our good boy Veronica."
Fuck. Whoever was making me hump their leg pressed a bit harder making me whine into the drain.
"We'll make you beautiful, okay?"
"…okay."
It'd just be for today. I'd play along for today, until they didn't have me shoved in the sink with a pair of scissors so close to my neck. That was it, that was alll this was.
"Almoost…done!" Again, she rips me up by much shorter hair and forced me to look in the mirror.
For a haircut done in a dingy, dim high school bathroom. It wasn't…bad. It was messy but in a good way. I looked…like a boy. It was…weird.
"See, you make a pretty boy V," Chandler grabbed my chin, "Are you our good boy?"
"Um."
I can't say it. I'm not that gone yet. Every part of me fights not to, despite the slight pain from Heathers nails now digging into my cheeks.
"I said-"
I shove Heather off of me, "Okay guys, thanks- I'll see you at lunch or something."
I back up and bump into Duke. McNamara comes up on my left and rest her arm on my shoulder, dragging her other hand up my side.
"That's SO funny!" Heather C laughs, and the other two follow.
"What is?" I can't help start giggling along with them.
Duke shoved me to the floor, my knees hitting the hard linoleum.
"You think this is a choice! Veronica my dear, let me teach you your first lesson as a man!" Chandler grabbed me by the back of my hair, shoving my face against her thigh.
"When a woman tells you to do something, you drop to your fucking knees and do it."
"Uh sorry- I'm sorry," I mumble out, I notice now my underwear feel humiliatingly damp.
"Heather," She looked up to Duke, "Go stand outside and tell any freak that comes over her to go somewhere else."
"Fine! But I don't know where you'll find the testosterone this time."
"You heard him. He can forge stuff…like prescriptions."
"Oh- Oh my god- Okay! You can cut my hair, but I'm not- I'm not doing that!"
"You will."
Heather grabbed me by the back of my shirt like a dog, dragging me over to the farthest stall. McNamara turns to rummage through a separate pocket in Heather's bag. I can see her pull out some clothes before I'm thrown into a stall by Heather.
"How do you like the name Vince?"
"Its awful?"
"That's too bad."
She presses up against me as I scramble on the toilet. She looms over me with a grin and tilts my chin up to watch her. The stall is too cramped to ignore her anyway, my knees are pressed up against her. She places her hands on her thighs, running them slowly up her body to the first button on her overcoat. I can't help but stare as she sways her hips. It's almost hypnotic.
"We've barely even started with you and you're acting like a stupid man whore."
"Sorry-"
She smiles at my pathetic display and undoes the last button to shrug her coat off. Her red, lace bra is visible through the white button down along with her nipples.
"Heather…" I whisper, pressing my legs together.
"What's the matter? You're a boy, this is normal for you," She presses her hand up against the wall, leaning her chest in my face, "If you want something, take it."
Hesitantly, I slip my hands under the waistband of her skirt. I start at her hips, feeling up her body I run my hands up her sides, down her back, pulling her closer, gently groping her. I watch her bite her lip to hold back a laugh, I could only assume at the inexperience.
Her skin is soft, and she smells overwhelmingly of vanilla. Any thoughts I could possibly have to reject this melt away with her touch. I'll let myself have this for today, just today. I grab the back of her head, sloppily mashing my lips against her. I savour her taste, and the slight sweetness of her lip gloss.
I can hear her hum in pleasure as she takes the lead, exploring my mouth with her tongue and guiding my hands up to her chest. I eagerly undo the button down, practically ripping her top off to grope her properly. I feel like I'm on fire, as if I'd die if I was taken from this moment. I knead at her tits and rub at her nipples with my thumbs. She moans into our kiss, and drool dribbles down my chin.
"Take off your skirt right fucking now." Heather demands.
"Yes- okay, yes,"
"You say 'yes ma'am' now."
"…Yes…um…ma'am."
"Good boy."
I rip off my skirt and underwear at her command. Strands of slick stick to the fabric and my thighs as a slide them off. I drop them on the floor and heather slides them out of the stall with her heel.
"You're a loser virgin aren't you? So wet from foreplay. You'll make a great toy for all of us."
Heather tears off my sweater, throwing it on the stall door just for it to slide right off.
She leans back down, biting my bottom lip before sticking her tongue back down my throat. I moan into her kiss and glide my hand up her thigh. She's so warm, so soft, so perfect.
I drag her underwear to the side, teasing her slit. She's dripping down my fingers, and she smells good. It's intoxicating. I pant into her skin, damp with sweat and need.
I take my hands from between her thighs, bringing them up to my mouth. Heather grabs my hands, making a small ah-ah sound and tugging it away before I could get my fill.
"Only good boys get treats V, are you a good boy?"
I nod my head furiously.
"Say it."
"Heather…" I whine at her.
"What did I say."
Her other hand climbs up to my neck, tracing along the crooks as a gentle warning.
"I'm-" The words are caught in my throat, "I'm a good boy,"
She bring my hand back to my lips, and I let my mouth fall open. I suck her slick from my fingers as she wraps a hand around my throat.
"Do you think your smart?" Heather asks, tilting her head.
"Mmnnghh- mhmm!"
"I can't wait to take that from you then. You'll be nothing but a dumb boy for us to play with. Some arm candy for the wannabes of this school to get jealous over."
I struggle to breathe, choking on my own fingers and her grip on my neck. She won't break eye contact as I whimper for her, the edges of my vision starting to darken. My fight weakens and she shoves her hand down her skirt while she watches.
She lets me go when I'm almost gone, but I barely get a breathe of air before her lips are around mine. She squeezes the back of my neck, pushing me into her and digging those nails into my thin flesh.
I'm writhing again, desperate to get my legs around her knee. Desperate to rub against her and satiate that burning in my stomach. She's just out of reach, just too far to get any friction.
She pulls away from the kiss, leaning down to my neck to litter any remaining lipstick all over it. She drags her way up to my ear.
"Fuck me like a man."
I blindly fumble for her underwear, ripping them down to her ankles. She's so warm and wet just for me. All for me. I rub my fingers over her entrance, letting her soak my hand.
She keeps her head close to my ear, exaggerating moans and whimpers for me to enjoy. Her pretty noises send shivers down my spine. My brain's putty for her to play with.
I take my time entering her, inch by inch sinking into her. She grips around my fingers so tightly and lovingly, I can only imagine what it could be like with a dick. Obviously- I wouldn't have one. I don't know why I would think that.
Heather bites my collarbone and I stop thinking all together.
I pull out of her, dragging along her walls. Shes licking at my neck, kissing my lips, biting into my shoulder to muffle herself. I think I can feel blood dripping onto my chest. I ram my fingers back into her and her knees buckle onto me. I press my thumb into her clit, rubbing tiny circles onto her. Her clit is hard and drenched, and I could only imagine how delicious she would taste in my mouth.
"Ngh- you're such a ffffhh- man. Oh god! You're amazing at this, keep fucking me. Mnggh- take me, take me like a- man."
I'm whining with her, watching her get fucked on my fingers. I can't take my eyes off it—seeing myself disappear inside her. The way her body shudders when I add a little more pressure to her clit. She quiets down next to me, unsteady quick little breathes as I'm entranced with her body.
"V- V…NGh! Don't- don't you dare fucking stop! I'll kill you- keep- Unghh-"
I couldn't dream of pulling out of her. I turn into her neck, savoring her taste. She spasms around my finger, screaming and clawing into my back. She was beautiful- so beautiful.
She collapses on me, breathing hard and deep. I kiss her up and down, shushing her gently as I pull my fingers out.
She struggles to her feet, legs shivering and fluids dripping down her thighs. I watch her chest rise and fall. Her hair is all messed up, and her lipstick is smudged down her chin.
"I gotta go freshen up Vince, I'll be waiting outside," Heather tugs back up her skirt, sneaking out the stall.
"My- my names not Vince…" I pause, "Aren't you gonna finish me off?"
Heather cackles. I hear her footsteps approach the mirrors outside the stall. I stand up, trying to peak through the crack while covering myself. I try to reach my sweater and skirt from under the stall, put its just out of reach from me.
"Can you pass me my clothes? At least?" I beg to her.
Heather wanders over, picking up my clothes before walking away.
"Hey!"
"You won't need these ones anymore! You can get some new ones though."
I hear someone enter the bathroom, a flash of yellow passing by before some clothes are tossed over the door.
"This isn't funny! McNamara! Heather!"
I bang on the door, but they're already gone. I can hear them laughing together as they leave.
I gingerly sort through the clothes, a horrid sense of looming dread filling me. This has to be some sort humiliation ritual, they were trying to ruin my life. I was a girl- I was ALWAYS going to be a girl.
I hold up the boxers with my finger tips. What looks like an old thrifted letterman lays on the floor along with a very low cut tank top.
Is that medical tape??
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McNamara had wrapped around my arm, refusing to let me go. I had to hunch over just to walk normally. With one arm held hostage, I had to awkwardly half-way cross my arms to cover up the new total lack of chest.
I was tugging my hair down, trying to get it to seem longer than it was. I stared at the ground, but I could still feel people's eyes on me. Nobody was saying anything with Heather wrapped around my hip, but god I could feel it.
"Heyy Heather," A voice slid up behind with the distinct cadence of a douche-y frat bro. Which only meant one thing.
Heather C stops me in my track, forcing me to turn around too.
"Who's this?" Kurt purposefully crouches down to my level, which I can only take as disrespectful.
"Vince" She drawls, looking back at me expecting a reaction.
"I told you not to call me that," I add in, and my face is burning.
"Ohh Veronicaa!" Ram laughed, "Lookin like a stud!"
Kurt laughed at with Ram, shoving each other. If the school blew up right now, I'd be happy.
Kurt started shoving me too, pushing me a little too hard, "Looks like you need to fill out that jacket little bit!"
"Need to grow a few inches!"
"Heyy," Heather C runs her hand down my chest, "Why don't you go wait by the cafeteria while us girls talk to these two for a minute."
"Fine."
She grabs me by my jacket, pulling my down to whisper, "Good boy" to me. I hate the way I shudder for her.
I roll my eyes and wander off without them. I only barely make it to the doors to the lunchroom before someone's calling my name again.
"Veronica?"
"Oh my god."
Martha met me at the entrance, I guess waiting for me. I completely forgot I promised to meet her for lunch.
"I…um… heard your with the Heathers!"
"I promise I can explain it."
"No…no! You look great!" Martha assured me with her classic little smile, "Is this um…the new you?"
"NO! No, um- It's temporary its um- honestly they're just messing with me! I'm still me!"
"Oh…well, you're with the Heather's now! It's exciting! You look beautiful!"
"That means a lot Martha, thank you. We're still on for movie night right?"
"Of course!"
"Vinceee- ewugh-" Heather C sneaks up behind me, just before noticing Martha.
"Vince?" Martha questions.
"Don't worry about that, please Martha."
"C'mon, lets go,"
I can only give Martha an apologetic, pleading smile as I'm dragged away.
This had to be hell.