Kagome Higurashi

I loosened my tie nervously then patted down my shirt. I looked at myself in the mirror. I was the average height of a guy, maybe a little shorter. My shoulders weren't broad enough, and my eyelashes were too long. My brown hair was slightly covering my eyes, and roughly cut near the ends. I looked pretty good for a guy.

Today would be my first day of school as a boy. My voice was even, low. My shirt was buttoned up, and my tie was perfect. I was ready.

I looked around my room again. My pink blankets had been switched to a melancholy white, my posters taken down. My pink wallpaper was covered over with a light blue colour. My curtains were taken down, and changed for an obscure pattern. My closet was filled with male clothes.

It was hard to believe that not too long ago, I had undoubtly been female. But over a week, I'd watched as my chest began to shrink, and a certain area had started to grow. My feet stretched out and my hair grew shorter. I had sure been surprised when my grandfather confronted me on the last day of the week, when I was hiding in my room.

It was a family curse, he explained to me. Nobody knew when it started, or who started it. It sometimes skipped a generation, as he didn't go through the transformation, but my mother did. Apparently, the person would become a member of the opposite sex for approximately 13 months.

He had said it like it was nothing. But to me, my whole life had changed. I was no longer straight, but homosexual, and I had to withdraw from my school. We had to move. A month later, I was registered into a new school, with no friends, and was just beginning to understand a man's world.

I smiled lamely into the mirror before grabbing my bag. What difference did it make whether or not I looked good? What really mattered was getting through the next year. After that, my life would be perfectly back to normal.

School

Kikyou Yuri

I strode down the hallway confidently, loving the sound of my heels tap against the floor. It felt right. Powerful. On my right side, was Yuki Denshi, who I had been best friends with since…ever. On my left side was the ever so popular slut Kurenai Ryo.

Yuki had pale skin but her glamorous red hair made up for it. Her eyes were a smooth hazel. She was slim, with a large chest and small butt. Yuki was a part time model and had done a few commercials.

If you looked up slut or bitch in the dictionary, you'd probably see a photo of Kurenai, or better yet, Rene. She acted sweet, but was actually manipulating and cruel. She had slept with almost every popular guy at school and there were rumours of girls too. She had shoulder length brown hair and bangs. She had full lips, slim body, and a large chest. The only reason I was friends with her was that we made a great team.

Anyways, back to the hallway. Everyone was looking at us. I could feel it. We had the glow, we had everything. It was great, and a smirk formed on my lips.

We arrived into class a short ten minutes before it began, taking our seats in the middle of the classroom. It was deserved. After all, we did rule the school. That wasn't even an exaggeration. I even had people to bring my books to me in the morning, do errands, and write my homework.

Yuki was leaning over her desk, flirting with Inuyasha Yoshita. I had to roll my eyes. They were so sweet. They'd been just flirting with each other for years, and had kissed a few times, but it had never been official. It was really innocent.

Inuyasha had long, bleached hair with dark roots. His eyes were topaz, with golden sparks. He had toned arms and was pretty hot overall. He was an average jock to me. To Yuki, he was some sort of angel.

We had dated, last year. It seemed pretty perfect back then. Kissing in the rain, spending nights together. In a way, he was almost my first real love. Of course, I threw him away when his cousin transferred to our school. Yes, Sesshomaru really was the face of perfection.

Sesshomaru Yoshita had longer, smoother silver hair. It was phenomenal. His eyes were golden, and not just topaz like Inuyasha's. He was taller, his skin smoother. His features seemed drawn, too perfect for a real person.

We'd dated only a month or so, and never had sex, although nobody knew that. He never seemed really interested in me, but that was alright. As long as he was by my side. That ended when he dumped me. No more words: all he said was 'Let's break up' and he walked away. It was cruel, and in a way, I had never stopped wanting him.

Now, the teacher, Mr. Kataro, walked to his desk. "Good morning class." He greeted. Just the same as everyday.

Mr. Kataro was a thin, balding man. He had a wispy mustache and thin lips. He was awfully impatient and I all but hated him.

"I have an announcement to make." He started.

"What, he's pregnant?" I hissed to Rene who snorted.

"I didn't do it." Rene replied. Chances were, if Mr. Kataro was pregnant, it would be her fault.

"We have a new student." Mr. Kataro said. Now, the class quieted down. "His name is Kaname Higurashi." He looked at the door. "Come in."

Rene drew in a sharp breath as Kaname walked in. This was followed by an 'ooo'.

Kaname was definitely good looking. He wasn't very tall, and was maybe just two inches taller than me. He had hot brown hair and pretty eyes. He looked shy, maybe nervous. Just Rene's type.

"I hope you'll all do your best to make Kaname feel welcome." Kataro was saying. "You can sit there behind Kurenai. Kurenai, raise your hand." He instructed.

Rene stretched out her hand, eyeing Kaname as if he was candy. He didn't stand a chance.