A/N: First of all, if this fic does not hit I shall keep it on Hiatus until some kind of a miracle happens and it suddenly gets discovered. I disclaim all rights to this title since it is loosely based on Cinderella Boy a wonderful series that has nothing to do with my plot. Either way, I wish for you to enjoy. Onward!

Once upon a time in a faraway king— Francis! You Frog! What are you doing there?! Don't touch that! Put that down right now. Now. Yes, that's it, good boy, now scram! – Aherm, Once upon a ti— Crap! First Francis now you? Get the bloody hell out of here you Git. Seriously. *pause* You know what? Just go ahead and read.

Matthew Williams, sixteen years old, average built, blonde, Canadian. Yes, Canadian. But his nationality has nothing to do with this story. You see, this boy is not your average Joe.

Every midnight, you know, when the clock strikes twelve, he turns into… A girl. Yes, a boob-carrying, hormonally sensitive Girl. And the only way for him to turn back to his 'original form' was to kiss a guy. Yes, kiss a random guy. Which is not very fun to do, mind you. To put it simply, he had with him a curse, a curse he likes to call 'Cinderella Boy'.

"Matthew! Where's my awesome sketchers shoes?"

"Would you, like, pipe down? You are seriously, like, getting on my nerves."

Pause. Silence.

" Matthew!!! Where's my skirt?"

"Why don't you just shut up you cross-dressing fag!"

"You and your abnormally sized ego should be, like, the ones shutting up!"

It was a normal day for this family. Here we can see the siblings, the headache inducing siblings that bring Matthew all kinds of hell. Namely, Alfred and Feliks, his loving foster brothers of which he would like to strangle someday.

Matthew rolled his eyes as he dragged himself off of the bed he was sleeping on. His hair was a bit unruly and his eyes were half-lidded, a clear sign of drowsiness. Still, he had to comply with his brothers' commands or his British foster mom would probably make him eat radioactive food that might kill him. Trying desperately to refurbish his chaotic blond locks, he sighed deeply and answered half-heartedly,

"I'm coming, Wait"

"Well hurry it up!" Said both blonde in unison. Feliks, the long-haired one, tapped his foot impatiently on the floor, while Alfred, the git— I mean the other one with specks like Matthew's sat lazily on the couch. After a series of dragging-and-almost-tripping down the stairs and into the living room Matthew stopped at the doorway to look at both his foster brothers. Oh now that just sucks, they're not even trying to look for their own stuff. It was always like this. They would only rely on Matthew for everything. It was like he was a slave to this house. Once more he sighed in defeat, finally speaking to get both of his brothers' attention,

"Alfred, Your shoes is in the shoe rack by the front door like it always had been this last six months since you bought them. And Feliks, your skirt's in laundry, like the rest of your pants you don't bother wearing."

Both blonde looked at him, uninterested in those fascinating facts about where to find their stuff. Matthew caught the drift and nodded at them awkwardly, of course, like they would ever move for themselves.

"Give me a second, I'll get them" He marched off to where said items are. Along the way, He had thought deeply. If he wasn't adopted by this family and his mother wasn't a drug addict that got sent to jail maybe he would've gotten a better life. One where he could actually be happy. He frowned at the thought. He was never that lucky anyway. He was Matthew Williams, the jinx, the klutz, the unnoticed little blonde boy that only wanted attention. When was his story book ending going to happen? Never? Then again, fairytales weren't real were they? His frown went deeper. Getting to where the shoe rack is he quickly snagged a pair of sketchers and headed for the laundry room to retrieve a few washed and dried skirts. After doing so he headed for the living room to finish the tasks his brothers sought him out to do.

"Here you go."

Both blonde in question were now staring right out the window, pushing each other away so the latter could get a better view. A few curses and wet Willies later they stopped in sync and stared at Matthew, who, for the nth time, repeated 'here you go' in different tones and pitches just to get their attention. Feliks was first to walk towards him to grab his plaid skirts, Alfred on the other hand still ogled outside the window,

"What are you two looking at anyway?"

Alfred did not answer, apparently he was too busy checking out the most astonishing thing outside the window, Feliks answered for both instead as he nonchalantly examined his skirt for any unwanted little strips of fabric that stuck out while it was on the drier,

"There's this family that, like, just moved in, and the guy carrying the boxes was, like, so totally hot."

Matthew eyed him oddly as if he said something so wrong.

"NO way" Alfred butt in, finally realizing that gawking at the new neighbor would apparently not help him get anymore knowledgeable of who they were, why they were moving in, and if they are aliens trying to find a better headquarters where they could plot earth's annihilation. "I'm obviously a Gazillion times hotter than him", he continued moving to both his brothers. Feliks, like the valley girl— err, boy he was, rolled his eyes at the retort, "Yeah, whatever GAZILLION boy" he emphasized the word to point out how genius it was, "Anyway, we should, like, totally greet them, it's like, only proper right?"

Matthew thought about this deeply, it's either that or stay here and be a slave to his brothers' whim. The first choice sounded better. Heck! Anything would have sounded better than being an underling to the dictators he calls brothers. Smiling at both blonde, Matthew concluded, "Then, maybe later we could all have dinner here"

"Whatever" Alfred said, sounding oblivious as always.

"Maybe we should give, like a house-warming gift or something." he turned to Alfred who was about to pick his Mt. Snotty for some treasures, "yup, Alfred's perfect, let's wrap him and go"

"No way!" Alfred snorted back, the boogerman hanging on his nose entrance, "You're not doing that again; last time you did that Russian guy almost molested me. I'm still trying to forget that day!" Feliks rolled his eyes at the sight, "You know, there are, like, lots of reason Why I totally, like, try to send you away from this house"

Matthew, being the normal one in the family only sighed and brought himself to wonder, he was curious about the identity of the new neighbors, He wonders if they could be friends so he doesn't have to stay here and risk his sanity. Standing between the two bickering morons, the boy grumbled to himself,

"I wonder if they're nice. Do they eat pancakes? I wonder what they look like."

"You look horrible west, you're sweating so much the hair on you forehead is clinging disgustingly."

The silverette albino sat comfortably on the front lawn picking at unfortunate little snails that came across his way while the blond boy in conclusion with a light blonde hair looked terrifyingly mad whilst carrying a box of wires and cables for the house's lightings.

"Maybe if you'd help me then I won't look as horrible as this"

"Yeah…. Not gonna happen. Besides" said silverette stood and dusted his old blue denim jeans, "I'm too awesome for that"

A/N: And that concludes today's freaking episode. I fail at humor. Imma go sulk in the corner cause of this epic disaster =.=

please review if you think its worthy of going on ^^

P.S.

I have yet to introduce more characters playing surprising roles. SO keep in track.