A/N: Here it is, guys. Those of you who read my genderbent Alice In Wonderland story 'Alex In Wonderland' may remember me mentioning working on a genderbent version of the Wizard of Oz. I hope you like it, and leave me plenty of reviews!

Disclaimer: I don't own the original Wizard of Oz story. I do, however, own this gender-flipped version and my own imagination.

"Dorian! Dorian?" Ezra Gale looked up at the ceiling, an annoyed look on his face. "What is that boy doing?"

"Maybe he's not in there." His wife, Henrietta, said as she walked in from pulling up weeds in the front yard. "Maybe he's tending to the sheep, or feeding the horses." Ezra snorted.

"That's wishful thinking. Ever since the boy arrived, he's done nothing but shirk off his chores, cause trouble, and listen to that awful loud music!" Ezra sighed. "I don't understand it, Henrietta. When Dorian was a kid, he was the sweetest boy around. How did he get so...?" Henrietta put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"It's been rough on him these last couple of years, with his parents' divorce. That's why Franny sent him to us for the summer. A couple months away from everything will hopefully clear his head and help him get his act together." Henrietta removed her hand from her husband's shoulder and ran it through her graying brown hair.

"Poor boy. I can't imagine what it's been like for him. He may act out, but I'm sure that inside, he's just a sad, crying little boy."


About eight blocks away, Dorian was defying his aunt's beliefs as he sprayed graffiti onto the side of a house, a devilish grin on his face. Dorian Gale was a rebel and a punk, no question about it. Half of his head was shaved, and the other half had greasy brown hair sticking up everywhere, like it had never been washed. He had a gold ring in his right ear, and a tattoo of a lightning bolt adorned his left arm. Dorian wore a sleeveless blue muscle shirt, which didn't really show off anything, since he was really tall and thin, and, despite the hot Kansas sun, black skinny jeans. On his feet were a pair of black Converse sneakers that were left unlaced.

The 17-year-old's brown eyes shone with malicious glee as he finished his creation.

"Perfect." he said as he stepped back to get a better look. "Wouldn't you agree, Toto?" Next to him, his black terrier barked in response. Toto was probably the only living thing Dorian actually cared about. He had found him (Yes, I am keeping Toto male in this, because I don't really think it makes a difference what gender he is; as well as for another reason that you'll find out later in the story.) about two years ago, shortly after his parents' divorce. Dorian had been roaming the streets when he came across the dog. He tried to chase him off, told him to go away, but he didn't budge. Eventually, Toto ended up following Dorian home, and his mom decided to let him stay, probably hoping that a dog could help her son through the divorce. It didn't work-Dorian kept on getting into trouble and causing mayhem wherever he went. Toto did grow on him, though, and he became Dorian's trusted pet/partner in crime.

"What's going on out there?!" Dorian swore as he realized his mistake. The door opened, and an older, frumpy-looking man stuck his head out. He glared down as he recognized Dorian.

"DORIAN GALE!"

"Dammit, I thought Old Man Gulch would be out right now." Dorian muttered to himself. He then turned to Toto. "Time to go." He and the dog both turned and started to flee the scene of the crime. As they ran, Mr. Gulch shouted after them

"You can run all you like, Gale! When I get my hands you, I'll tear you a new one, then sell that mutt of yours to a puppy mill!" Dorian froze in his tracks. No one threatened his dog. He whipped back around.

"You touch my dog, and I'll kick your ass, old man!" Mr. Gulch went back inside, probably to get his shotgun. Dorian didn't stick around to find out.


About twenty minutes later, he made it back to his aunt and uncle's farmhouse. They were both glaring at him as he walked inside. This could mean one of many things, none of which were good. Dorian fumbled for words.

"Um..."

"Dorian," Aunt Henrietta started, "We just got a call from Mr. Gulch."

Oh boy, here it comes...

"He said that you spray-painted a vulgar image onto his house. And that you threatened him. What do you have to say for yourself?"

"First of all, he threatened Toto first." Dorian started. "And..."

"I don't want to hear it." Uncle Ezra said, standing up to glare down at his nephew. "I want you to go back over there with a bucket and sponge to clean up the mess you made."

"I would," Dorian started, "But I don't want to." He started to walk off, but his uncle's voice froze him in his tracks.

"Hold it right there, you ungrateful punk. Ever since you were a kid, we've done nothing but take care of you. And how do you repay us?! By openly defying us when we ask you to help out with the chores, disrespecting our neighbors, vandalizing their property...your aunt and I took you in out of the goodness of our hearts! You're not doing anything to help us, yourself, or your mother!"

"I NEVER ASKED TO COME HERE!" Dorian shouted. "Why would I want to come out to a little hick town in the middle of nowhere?!" Without another word, he stormed upstairs to his room, leaving his aunt and uncle speechless. Toto, ever faithful, followed his master upstairs, and just barely managed to make it inside the room before Dorian slammed the door. Flopping down on his bed, the angry teenager grabbed his iPod from his nearby chest of drawers and, putting an ear-bud in each ear, played loud screamo music.

Unheard to him, an announcement came over the radio at that moment.

"Attention, residents. A tornado warning has been issued for the area. Repeat-a tornado is heading your way. If you have a cellar, you should gather your loved ones and take every precaution to avoid the deadly cyclone." Aunt Henrietta ran upstairs frantically and started pounding on Dorian's door.

"Dorian! Dorian, get out here now! There's a tornado coming!" Naturally, Dorian didn't hear her, due to the loud music pounding in his skull. Henrietta knocked, if possible, even harder.

"DORIAN! THIS IS AN EMERGENCY!" Luckily for Dorian, Toto started to whimper and pull at his pant leg. Dorian raised an eyebrow and took one of his ear-buds out.

"What's wrong, boy?" he asked. His question was answered by his aunt's shouts.

"DORIAN! TORNADO!" Dorian bolted upright, turning off his iPod and tossing it aside. Picking up Toto in one hand, he walked to the door and unlocked it. Aunt Henrietta was having a fit.

"COME ON, COME ON!" Aunt Henrietta grabbed Dorian's free hand and dragged him down the stairs. Despite the fact that she was at least 3 times his age, she was strong. As they reached the bottom floor, Dorian was able to get a glimpse of the approaching tornado, and his heart almost stopped. It was a violent-looking storm, that was for sure.

Aunt Henrietta and Dorian ran for the kitchen, where Aunt Henrietta threw a rug off the floor, revealing a small door. She flung the door open and climbed inside. Dorian was just about to follow her, when he noticed something.

"Wait a second, where's Toto?" A barking from upstairs answered his question. Somehow, Toto had fallen from his arms while Aunt Henrietta was dragging him downstairs, and had been trapped in his room when the door slammed shut. Automatically, Dorian turned and started to run up the stairs.

"Where do you think you're going?!" Uncle Ezra asked.

"Where do you think?!" Dorian demanded. "I'm going to get my dog!"

"There's no time!" Uncle Ezra shouted as he made his way to the cellar. Dorian ignored him. He was NOT about to lose his dog in this freak storm. He bolted up the stairs like a madman and threw open his door. There was Toto, wagging his tail excitedly as he saw his master.

"Toto!" Dorian picked him up and hugged his dog in a display of affection he would never show anyone.

"I'm so sorry, boy. Come on, let's..." Dorian was cut off as the house starting shaking under his feet. The boy realized, to his horror, that the house had been hit by the tornado, and was now being sucked up. Dorian bit his lip and his heart started pounding.

No. I don't want to die! I haven't even finished high school yet! Dorian sunk to the floor in despair, knowing right away that he wasn't going to get out of this.

Toto whimpered and licked the boy's face.

"Maybe this is divine punishment for everything I've done." He looked at Toto and, despite himself, a small smile crossed his face. "Well, at least we can enjoy the afterlife together, huh buddy?" Toto whimpered again, and Dorian hugged him even tighter, closing his eyes and lowering his head as he waited for his untimely demise.

Mom, Uncle Ezra, Aunt Henrietta...I'm sorry.

A/N: Yeah, that was a pretty dark way to end the first chapter. But we all know how the Wizard of Oz goes, so don't feel too bad.