A/N: Xing, a weak and timid boy, wishes nothing more to be a girl so he wouldn't get beaten up or bullied because of being weak. After getting beat up by a bully, his teacher gives him Second Life. For being the one-millionth player, he got his wish to be a girl. But being a girl wasn't what he expected at all: hormonal boys, perverted old men, and even lesbians chasing after him! What's a girl, er, boy to do?
"Urgh!" A loud, pain-filled cry cut through the noisy dim of the passing students. Almost immediately, all of the university students instantly stopped what they were doing. Be it homework that they were rushing to finish, chatting excitedly with their friends, or inanimately throwing around a crunched up paper ball, all the people in the court-yard of the University Of XXX looked up in shocked silence. Surprise and frightening excitement rippled through the crowd.
A small teenager was on the ground, hunched over on his knees as a trickle of crimson blood slowly traveled down his bruised cheek. The boy's normally golden hair was scruffy and messy, specks of dirt and small debris lodged in its locks. His dark green eyes were churning with pain, wet and sparkling with restrained tears that he fervently wished he could shed. If he was a girl he could cry, but he reluctantly had to be strong, that was to be expected of a boy, especially one of 18 years old. To fight against anyone who challenged you, to love violence and blood, and to have a beautiful girl attached to your side like a leech twenty-four hours a day, that's what was expected.
A tall, and quite intimidating, teenager was standing over him with a vicious smirk on his face, his brown eyes gleaming in evident glee over his victim's obvious pain.
Raising his foot, he harshly and quickly slammed it down on the boy's back, making the boy give another grunt of pain and falling down to the ground onto his stomach.
"How do you like that, small fry?" the bully sneered, taunting the boy as he nudged him with the tip of his shoe.
The boy didn't respond. Instead, he started coughing loudly, blood coming out of each one. He groaned, looking up at the scary bully in front of him, blood trickling down his chin as he weakly stared up at him.
The crowd of students were watching this all go down with excitement, only a few were scared and worried for the fate of the small teenager in front of them. Already people were taking out their phones, recording what was happening while the phone-less ones were quickly snapping away pictures with their cameras.
The teenager smiled as he got a bloodthirsty gleam in his eyes. "What's that? You want more? Well, since you so kindly asked..."
The students gasped in shock. The teenager was repeatedly kicking the boy all over, each more painful than the last. Tears leaked out of the boy's eyes, finally giving up. All he wanted was the unbearable pain to go away, anything to get rid of the pain. Bruises were already covering his body, from head to toe. The bruises were an ugly purple-yellow and pretty big.
The teenager was about to kick the boy's head when an angry roar echoed throughout the court-yard.
"Stop this right now! Everyone back off!" a fairly young man roared, rushing over to the boy as the students quickly started rushing away, not wanting to get scolded by the clearly outraged teacher.
The bully froze, a glint of fear in his eye as he hastily scurried away, leaving a trail of dust in his wake as he speedily fled toward his house. Soon enough, everyone was gone besides the teacher and student.
The young man, or teacher, crouched low beside the boy, going down on his knees as he shook the poor teenager. He quickly set down his package that he was carrying on the grass. The brunette tried ignoring the crimson liquid splatted over the green grass around the two.
"Xing, Xing! Are you alright?" the teacher exclaimed, panic quickly creeping into his tone as he shook the shoulder of the teen.
Xing pitifully groaned, cracking his eyes open. He blinked a couple of times before quickly climbing to his knees and turning his head away, puking onto the already blood covered grass. The grass spirits were probably getting very irritated...
Xing tasted the blood in his mouth. He hated blood, anything to do with it. It's rusty, salty smell just made him want to run away and puke. Tasting it set him over the edge as tears streamed down his bruised and bloody cheeks.
The teacher sighed softly, smiling in relief that his student was at least conscious. He shook his head in disgust, thinking of the stupid teenagers that were recording the whole fight, no, slaughter.
"M-Mr. Gui... Why are y-you here?" Xing stammered, done retching and puking as he trembled violently. His favorite green hoodie was covered in blood and dirt, along with his pants. He sniffled and went to hastily wiped his tears away, but Mr. Gui quickly grabbed his arm and stared at him with an unwavering gaze.
"Xing...Crying isn't shameful. Only truly brave men can cry in public." Mr. Gui said softly, loosening his grip on Xing's arm until he finally let go.
Xing shook his head in denial and said bitterly, "Brave? I'm not brave. I didn't even fight back. I'm only a useless coward." Tears were running down his face in full force as sobs started racking his already trembling body.
Mr. Gui sighed sadly, frowning as he wondered what he could possibly due to make Xing feel better about himself. He gasped quietly. The game!
"Xing, did you ever hear of a game called Second Life?" the teacher asked, taking the cardboard package from the ground and opening the top, revealing a game helmet, a game cartridge with a skull on it, and a small manual all nestled in styrofoam.
Xing froze. He sniffled before he stopped sobbing. He wiped his tears away with the back of his hoodie's sleeve as he replied tentatively, "Y-yes... I've always wanted to play it..." He stared in awe at the game items.
Mr, Gui smiled happily. "Well, today is your lucky day! I'm going to give you all this stuff. It was originally for the student who got the highest test score last week, but it turns out he already had the game. So you can have it!"
"You sure you don't want it?" Xing said quietly, quickly latching onto the hope of having the game, but not wanting to be selfish or a nuisance.
"Don't worry, I already play the game. I'm part of the team Odd Squad." Mr. Gui said proudly, his imagination almost instantly conjuring up his beloved Prince.
Xing blinked in shock, but then blushed tomato red. He heard of Gui the bard, the boyfriend of Prince...
Mr. Gui smiled and said, "Anyway, here you go. I'm looking forward to seeing you in the game, Xing." He gently placed the package in Xing's arms, who latched onto it happily, quickly forgetting about his teacher having a boyfriend.
"T-thanks, Mr. Gui. You don't know how much this means to me." Xing murmured gratefully, smiling softly.
"Don't worry about it. I just want you to go home and get patched up. I'll take care of that bully for you..." the teacher said kindly, though a menacing gleam was in his eye...
Xing gasped, finally realizing that he must have looked horrible. He hastily touched his cheek, immediately wincing from the contact. Touching his forehead, he felt something sticky and looked at his hand. Crimson red blood...
Xing froze, his stomach starting to churn, his head swimming. He smelt the rusty and salt scent of it...
Black started covering his vision and he promptly passed out, falling into Mr. Gui who hastily caught him.
"Xing!" Mr. Gui shouted, his eyes wide. He took a deep breath and heaved Xing into his arms, carrying him like a prince would carry a princess. He rushed toward Xing's house, ignoring the looks from the random passerby.
2 Hours Later...
Xing groaned, blinking his eyes open. He whimpered, his body felt like it was ran over by a car multiple times, sore and throbbing in pain. Coughing, he realized he was in a comfy bed, his bed to be exact. The normal green blankets and pillows gave him a sense of security, though the pain overruled that. He blinked, seeing a note on his chest. He quickly grabbed it and read it.
Dear Xing,
I brought you home, I told your mother what happened. She was very upset, though I calmed her down and explained that I'd take care of it. She patched you up, though you look somewhat like a mummy... Oh, the game stuff is on the desk right next to you, so happy playing!
From, Gui.
Xing clumsily grabbed the helmet, put in the game console, and put it on. He wasn't that eager to start playing, after all, his body was very sore, but he realized that he wouldn't feel the pain he was feeling now in the virtual world. Secretly, he was hoping that when he chose his character, he could be a girl. He wouldn't have as much problems if he was a girl. You level faster and get equipment easier than guys do. Plus, he wouldn't be bullied. So he took a deep breath as he was suddenly in an entire black world, no longer laying on the bed and wearing the helmet, but standing up. He didn't feel any pain whatsoever.
Suddenly, the whole world turned a bright white. Xing blinked from the sudden change in light. Glancing around, he noticed someone on a levitating chair... It was a guy, he was well muscled and had a short beard on his chin, his black hair was messy, but it seemed natural. He looked like he wearing some sort of GM or NPC outfit...
The guy smiled and shouted loudly, "Welcome! You are our one-millionth player! Please wait a moment though, I will now commence the infrared and sound wave scan!"
Xing was covered in a red light as a sound like a car starting came out of nowhere. After a moment, the light and sound were gone.
The guy grinned. "From now on, as soon as you put on your game helmet, you can start playing Second Life!"
"Er, okay..." Xing muttered, feeling slightly lost, even though he scanned through the website. He nervously ran his hand through his hair.
"You can now design your character! But choose carefully, for this will be the only character you'll ever create." the guy warned.
Xing nodded and then replied, "But...can I be a girl, by any chance? O-or it that impossible?"
The guy's eyes widened in surprise. "Be a girl? Why would you do that? That is is usually impossible because of game rules, but since you're our one-millionth player, it wouldn't hurt to ask my superiors." He closed his eyes in concentration. In a moment, he started nodding and muttering. Finally, he opened his eyes and looked at Xing.
"Since you are our one-millionth player, my superiors accepted this normally impossible request. Would you like to beautify yourself by 30%, or uglify yourself by 30%?"
"Erm, beautify by 30%." Xing stuttered, trembling in excitement. He was in a very good mood right now, despite getting beat up.
The guy nodded and said, "Okay, what race would you like?" He snapped his fingers. Suddenly, the room glowed gold and it was filled with creatures of all sizes and colors. Obvious choices like humans, elves, night creatures, beasts, evil spirits, dwarves, demons, and other things. He even noticed a tree...
Xing looked around wildly. So many, how can there be this many? He sighed and said nervously, "Can I see my female self as an...elf? Yes, elf."
The guy nodded and snapped his fingers, all the other creatures went away, but one appeared.
Xing gasped loudly, blood gushing out of his nose as he blushed deeply. The guy reacted exactly the same.
"Hey, if you get a sex-change, hook me up, alright?" the guy said, grinning.
Xing could only stare at him in shock as he tried not to look at the beauty in front of him.
The girl, or maybe woman, in front of him was the most beautiful, and nude, girl he had ever seen. Her shoulder-length, white-gold hair cascaded down her shoulders in short waves, like an ocean of gold and white. Her eyes were a lovely bright pink, so mesmerizing and intense as if they could suck you in. Her skin was pale white, like fresh fallen snow. The girl's ears were slightly large and finely pointed in the typical way of an elf, but seemed even more perfect. Xing wouldn't even mention her, umm, average chest area, for he was too much of a gentleman...
"Okay! Hair color: white-gold! Eye color: pink! Race: elf!" the guy shouted excitedly, smiling largely.
"Wait! I-I didn't even decide yet!" Xing exclaimed, still not looking at the girl, blushing madly. He wiped away the blood from his nose...
"Oh, quiet! I'm a GM!" the guy shouted proudly, as if that meant a difference...
10 Minutes Later...
"Okay, you wanted the name of GentleSpring, but that's too long. So, you're name will be Spring! Short and sweet!" the guy shouted, wiping sweat from his brow. They had quite a long debate...
"Okay..." Xing murmured in response.
"Oh, which continent would you like to go to? There's North, South, East, and West."
Xing frowned in consideration. "Um, E-East, East Continent."
The guy nodded and snapped his fingers. Before Xing, or Spring, could even blink, his avatar rushed toward him and merged with him. Everything started going black...
"Good luck and happy gaming!"