DISCLAIMER*** I do not own Kuroshitsuji but you know i wish i did T.T R&R please...

Ciel Phantomhive was a girl. Nobody but her butler and her late parents would know. Of course, Elizabeth was in on it too, and she didn't mind, to help her childhood friend veer from suspicion. They thought it would be more suitable for the young master of the phantomhive family to be a nobleman, and not a woman like herself. What a sad, gloomy life she leads, surrounded by idiots and one idiot in particular. Sebastian, her butler.

"Young master, it is time for you to wake up," He calls, in his gentlemanly demeanor. Ciel rubs her eyes and stares at his butler, clad in black with blurred morning vision. "Today's breakfast consists of scones, croissants, éclair and other French pastries, with a small dish of quiche. Would the young master have a preference for today?" Sebastian begins taking off the covers for her, pulling her to the side of the bed.

"Scones and a quiche Lorraine," Ciel says sleepily. Her azure orbs darts away from her butler's gaze as he starts undressing her. Looking down, a light blush of pink is spread upon Ciel's face. This, of course, was not a phenomenon that would escape a demon's eyes. He takes a finger and lifts her chin.

"What is it, young master?" His melodious voice was absolute music to her ears.

"Nothing. Keep going." Ciel says with her plain melancholic tone, much like the male she was acting as in the farce of her life. After they finished with Ciel's pants, Sebastian quickly moves onto her pajama tops, much like a blouse. He starts unbuttoning the seashell like pattern on her buttons, his fingers were twigs made of frozen ice, firm and cold. Ciel suddenly slaps his hand away.

"I-I'll take care of that myself… I'm getting old anyway." Sebastian merely looks at her for awhile, his face plastered with that look of surprise he has, which always, on cue, turns into the grin that is neither sincere nor a hoax.

"Understood. I must say your chest is starting to develop," He chuckles. The blush returns to Ciel's face, the tone of voice no longer a betrayal. "Shut up, Sebastian!" laughingly, her Butler begins walking to the door, with one last taunt. "Then I shall see you at the dining table, young mistress," As he closes the door behind him, Ciel fires her pillow at the door and sighs. If only he would look at me like a real woman.

"hmph." Ciel huffs, the smallest of smiles pinching the corner of her mouth. Oh well.

She finishes putting on her shirt and goes downstairs for breakfast.

There'll be another chapter this is my first story please be kind!