I got the idea from the movie Rise Of The Guardians. However, I may not be following the exact plot of Jack Frost finding about his before-life and his own centre and saving the world with that. But I will have the idea ingrained in this story, with my version of the plot. ROTG fans may not find this appealing because it's still mainly a Vocaloid story with very little (or no) reference to the movie [backed up with the plot of ROTG though]. So yeah, enjoy the story ^^

Steadily, her fingers tied the ribbon into a dainty bow around a lock of his hair.

"It's done!"

She steered the chair around and faced him towards the full-length mirror.

"What do you think?"

She had dressed him in a rather flamboyant dress with a lot of puffs and frills. The dress was too short for him. So she made him put on a rainbow-striped pair of leggings, with a pair of baby-pink high heels to match. He also wore a pair of silk gloves which were very slippery to the touch. Apart from being dressed up, she also applied exorbitant amounts of make-up on his face. He looked ridiculously like a clown.

"It's... Lovely." her model told her.

"Don't you think you look so pretty?"

"Of course."

"I'm so glad!"

Jerking the chair backwards, she swerved him towards the huge wardrobe of even more girly dresses.

"Now, let me think of another outfit for you!"

"Uh..."

"Yes?"

"Nothing. Can I just have some air outside?"

Her face begin to crumple and her eyes began to tear.

"Don't you like the way I dress you?"

"Yes, definitely. But... I would like to be surprised this round."

"Oh..."

"So that means I shouldn't be able to see what I would be wearing later."

"Oh! Okay! Yes, you can go outside and let me do the work!"

"Sure. I'll be just at the balcony."

"Okay!"

"Can I take this off?"

"Nope! You only wore it for five minutes."

"Okay."

Tottering in those 5-inch high-heels, he clumsily walked across the room, being sure not to step on the clothes, shoes, and make-up strewn all over the floor for the past three hours. He pushed aside the curtains obscuring the sunlight and felt the sun rays slapping him as he stood outside on the balcony. He gasped for fresh air after inhaling perfume for so long.

All he could see was several other bungalows, just like theirs. He should be feeling very embarrassed. Any of their neighbours could see him all dolled up in girl's attire if they peered out of their windows. Usually, he would shrink away from being outdoors in his current state. However, he got so used to looking like such a girl, his neighbours could not identify him under all the frills and mascara when he was forced to act as a little girl trying to sell the Girl's Scouts least-popular cookies every week. They even prepared a camera to film him every time it was Wednesday because he was 'just adorably CUTE!'

Ah, the wonders of being morphed into a girl. The amusing thing was that when he changed out of all the girlism, none of his neighbours ever thought that he was that little, shy, adorable little girl who's been going around selling cookies since she was five. Instead, when they see him as his own normal self, they barely made any conversation with him but, instead, knew him as the rough, aggressive teenager boy who likes to skate and eat bananas. They actually avoided him whenever he skates down the same street as he would as his girly self. Now, that was highly amusing, indeed. Especially when it came to Christmas time.

Some of their neighbours became entirely attached to this character that they would actually drop off a christmas present for her when they come to every door singing carols. He always made sure to be the one receiving her present on her behalf, just to see the look of disapproval on their faces as they gingerly handed them over, some asking where his 'little sister' was.

Just then, one of their neighbours went out into the garden. It was Mrs. May, a deaf and severely myopic elderly woman whose children had all been married off. She spotted him at the balcony and beamed.

"Hello, little girly!" she called out, waving her hand at him.

Donning on his winning girly smile, he waved back as enthusiastically as he could. Mrs. May was so easy to fool.

And foolish she was indeed. Because she continued to wave at him, the corners of her mouth going up higher every passing second. God, he did not want to do this for even a short while.

He slowly turned around to go back in.

"No! Wait! Don't go in yet! I'm not even done yet!" she called out from inside.

Oh great.

He had to turn back out. Mrs. May was still waving at him.

"Why aren't you in school today, sweetie?"

There was not any school that day. It was the holidays, for pete's sake.

In a high-pitched voice, he told her, "There is no school today, Mrs. May!"

"What was that you were saying? I can't hear you!"

Oh man.

Nearly shrilling now, he inched close to the edge of the balcony. "There's no school today?"

"What was that, sweetie?"

This was excruciatingly torturous.

He tottered towards the handrails of the balcony and tried to shout as loudly as he could without trying to sound like a boy. That was very difficult, because he usually spoke with a squeaky and high pitch to people at the most ten metres away when he sold cookies. But then, they could not get enough of the girl and often cuddled him.

"Come again, sweetie?"

He wish he could just jump into a hole and never resurface.

Just then, he heard from inside, "You can come back in! I got it all ready for you!

Yes!

Frantically, he whisked around, only to cause one of the high-heels to snap.

"No!" he shrieked, still into his girly character as her toppled over the balcony.

His screaming ceased as his skull jammed into the cement floor and cleanly cracked into two. The bright light from the sun flushed out his vision.

That half-him scream continued to resound in everybody's ears. haunting them until their last days.