Grell looked down on herself in disgust, a towel hiding her pale skin from sight. "Only when you bathe yourself…" She muttered under her breath. It was a sickening sight, one that sent bile down her throat… She'd love to get some sort of surgery to change herself to a body more suitable for her… But at the same time… She closed her eyes and slammed her toothbrush into her mouth. Grell Sutcliff, the crimson red reaper was scared. Crimson Red… That would be quite a nice title for that song she was working on! She promised she would show it to her master, Angelina Dallas, when she had finished fleshing it out.
She moved to spit out the burning clumps of toothpaste, scrubbed to a foam with the rough bristles of the brush. She learned to stand on the side of the basin, it was easier not to catch sight of her own appearance. She leant down and spat again, her hair covering her reflection, sticking to her face in such a way that it didn't get covered in toothpaste. It was lucky. It wouldn't have been the first time something that disgusting would have happened to her.
"Grell dear, you wouldn't mind hurrying up would you?" She jumped. Madam Red didn't sound like she was in a pleasant mood.
"O-Of course!" Sure, Grell chose to call Madam Red her master, but they really treated eachother as equals when no one else was around. Though Grell still had to make her Madam cups of tea, each one coming out more horrible than he last… She rinsed her mouth, and towelled off her hair, quickly wrapping a dressing gown around the body that didn't feel hers.
She hung up her towel. It was deep blood red, her name embroidered in gold. She opened the bathroom door, and hurried out of the room, and into the luxurious bedroom Madam Red allowed her. She threw herself back on the bed and sighed. "Dear me… I hate dressing this way…"
She glanced to the Butler uniform hanging on the wall beside her. At least most of it was clothes she would choose to wear regardless even if she had to hide her beautiful fashion under an ugly, unflattering black overcoat… She had that little boy to thank for her style… What was his name again…? Tommy? Tamsworth…? She would have to ask William next time she got a chance.
She paused. William… She still regretted treating him so poorly in their youth. But at the same time… She regretted ever trying to stay so close to him. He was never kind to her. He never defended her. It was only Ronald's friend in General Affairs that helped her even be recognized as the woman she was on her files. But her fear… Her fear of change wasn't completely unfounded. She knew that if she ever went through with the change, she would just end up working behind a desk at General Affairs too. That didn't suit her at all. She loved to be in the heat of battle, to rub shoulders with gorgeous men, and soak the world in rich, beautiful blood.
For now, whenever she showed her face at her work, she would have to face abuse. "Tranny. It. Freak. Shemale. He." Of all the words, he hurt the most. No one else could imagine the pain she suffered each day. Over time, she stopped even defending her gender. She finally sat up, and sighed, pulling on clothes. She wore the same pants, shirt, vest, and her dear madam had permitted her to wear the same white and red striped bow tied around her neck.
She tied her hair, marred a hideous brown, into a ponytail, binding it in a lovely red bow that her master sewed for her. Madam Red pampered her far too much… But she was aware the Grell was a grim reaper. She wouldn't be surprised if she tried to satisfy her so that she could live longer. What a naïve way to think.
Grell laughed to herself, as she walked over to her vanity, looking at the makeup, and dye, lined up against the fine mahogany. She quickly began to apply powders to her fair skin. While her face and body weren't exactly up to the standard Grell wished of them, she took pride in her smooth, pale, blemish free skin. This time she could not wear her makeup as she wished. There was no way she could get away with wearing lipstick, or eyeliner, or eyelashes, or-
She was getting carried away. "Oh dear… " She just calmly countoured her cheeks to make herself look more masculine. Before long, the face looking back at her was not of her own, but that of the cowardly, inept butler of the same name. The Burnett Butler, Grell Sutcliff.