Many people may have thought that getting accepted into Beauchamp Academy was a privilege, and that your parents should be proud and maybe throw you a fancy party where they serve expensive wine and unpronounceable foreign dishes; maybe it was exciting for a guy, but not for a girl. It was just a very drunken mistake that Celeste had done and now she was accepted into a prestigious all-boys academy. She had to dye her precious light pink hair black and chop it to look like a boy’s. Why didn’t she just send a letter to the academy feigning her death or a sickness that excused her from going to school that year? Because Celeste wasn’t a quitter (plus, she heard that Beauchamp Academy’s boys where the hottest ones around).
She had told her aunt, with whom she lived with, all about her big mistake. Her aunt was a little angry, but mostly amused. She’d get to see her niece dressed as a boy and that was a ‘once-in-a-lifetime’ experience since Celeste was the most girly girl she knew. The fact that Celeste’s boobs my get crushed into her chest and stay there forever because of the corset she was wearing to make her chest look more boyish made her aunt laugh, but Celeste hardly found it amusing. She promised herself that she’d only stay one year at the luxurious academy, not more, not less.
”Are we there yet?” Celeste asked her aunt, turning her head to look at said woman. Oh, how Celeste was jealous that her aunt still had her long ginger hair and she had to get rid of her lovely pink one to replace it with a horrible black one.
Her aunt gave a hearty chuckle and nodded her head smiling, “Almost. Impatient, are we?”
“Nosy, are we?” Celeste mocked. She wasn’t in the mood of joking; not when her boobs where suffering an excruciating pain. She knew eventually the pain would numb, but she did not care about tomorrow: today was today, and today her boobs hurt like hell.
After a couple of minutes in a very comforting silence, Celeste asked in a whiny voice, “Are we there yet?”
Her aunt gave an exasperated sigh, “Almost.”
“Are we there yet?”
“Almost.”
“Now?”
“No.”
“How ‘bout now?”
“I don’t know!”
“And… now?”
“Oh for the love of God! Just shut up Celeste!” her aunt replied. Her face was flushed with anger and her hair looked a little puffy.
Celeste raised her hands in mock innocence and sunk in her seat. She huffed and crossed her arms in her chest. After a while of looking out the window, she spotted a couple of brick buildings.
“We’re here,” her aunt said, gesturing with her head to the enormous campus. Celeste’s eyes widened and a smile found her way into her face. She was nervous, excited, and anxious at the same time. What if they noticed she was a girl? What would they do to her if they ever did?
“Alright Essie,” her aunt said, using her nickname for Celeste, “You be a good girl and show ‘em what you’ve got.”
Celeste nodded, kissed her aunt ‘goodbye’ on her cheek and grabbed her duffel bag from the back seat of her aunt’s small old car. It still smelled like tuna sandwich, and humid cloth.
Celeste made her way to the main office, adjusting her outfit and taking a good look at what she was wearing. She was wearing a black blazer, a black and grey scarf, tight fitting jeans (hopefully her but didn’t give her away as a girl), and black leather shoes. She looked like a casual guy who just wanted to flirt and smoke the casual cigarette here and there.
The main office came into view and she knocked on the door.
“Come in!” came a voice from the inside.
Celeste stepped inside and smiled at the secretary behind the desk.
“Hi, this is my first year here and I was wondering if I could get my dorm keys and number,” she said.
The secretary looked at her dead in the eye, and at first Celeste wondered why, but then she realized she had spoken like a girl; a guy with a girl’s voice…definitely not pretty.
“I- I mean… Hey, this is my first year here. Could I get my dorm keys and number?” she asked again, in a much more masculine voice and adding a charming smile at the end.
The secretary shook her head, as if coming out of a daydream, “Sure,” she replied. “Just give me your name and we’ll be good to go!”
Celeste cleared her throat and spoke, “It’s Cel- Arden Klaus Spektor.”
The secretary nodded and took something from the inside of a shelf, “Here you go! Dorm 1-A. Your roommate is Lucian Zhaitann Asmodei.”
“Creepy name for a dude,” she mumbled under her breath. Taking the keys from the lady’s hand and giving her a thankful smile, Celeste made her way to the Lobby and then to the stairs to find her dorm. It was easy since it was the first one in the corridor. Apparently, her roommate Lucian had already been inside the dorm since a hasty message was written in a white board in the dorm’s door with his name at the bottom.
Celeste sighed deeply and opened the door using the key. What saw was clearly not what she expected. It was a big and modern, with a luxurious T.V., a kitchen, and a room of her own. She smiled and started jumping up and down and squeaking like a girl (she may have been dressed as a guy but she was still a proud female). She was finally inside and there was no backing out now.
█ ♞ ⊰ ωнєяє αм ι؟ :: In Dorm 1-A
█ ♞ ⊰ ωнσ αм ι ωιтн؟ :: Me, myself and I.
█ ♞ ⊰ ωнαт'ѕ ση му мιη∂؟ :: "I just hope they don’t burn me alive in a stick if they find out I’m a girl."
█ ♞ ⊰ συт σƒ ¢нєѕѕ-ριє¢єѕ :: Typos... why must you exsist. It's long, I know. I'm playing Minecraft so my mind is on not getting eaten by zombies. orz.