So yes, this is my third attempt, and though my others have not been so satisfactory, please bare mind that this one shall be one that shall stick.

Born Blonde basically states Benjamin Kirby Tennyson is Bellatrix Katherine Tennyson, age 10 as this tale starts off, finds the omnitrix, an irony at best because her name has "trix" amongst the name. Bella"trix" finds the omni"trix".

So please, enjoy and review, and please, again, forgive me for this third attempt.


"Apologies, Mrs. Tennyson, Mr. Tennyson," the doctor, who had been assigned for the pregnancy of one Sandra Tennyson, rubbed the bridge of his nose as he spoke, glasses in hand as he spoke to the extremely nervous couple, "a defect came about the birth of the two," Carl Tennyson, who inwardly was weeping as much as his wife, Sandra, showed a strong image about to break as he comforted his crying wife, no doubt the two believed the babies to be stillborn.

"Hhrrm," the whine of an infant filled the room, as the three occupants turned to see the nurse, her uniform scrub top bloodied from the two babies she had taken away, came inside the room at a rushed pace, her arms cradling a pink blanket bundle, small fists clenched tightly to her shirt top.

"Doctor Della Robba," she panted as she calmed down slightly, "one of the *huh* two," she carefully took the small fists away from her shirt by her free hand and dipped down to the slightly unsteady elder blonde, " She's a very healthy baby, Mrs. Tennyson."

Sandra took the small baby in her arms, the small baby within the pink blanket sucking on her small fist as she had her eyes closed to signal how sleepy she was, "Welcome to the world, Bellatrix Katherine," and at the same moment she finished speaking, two wonderfully wide green eyes still somewhat cloudy from just being born, opened, and small gummy smile showed.


"A word, Ms. Tennyson," ugh, cannot be serious; summer's here and got to stay for some seconds?! Ugh, again, "You are a very studious person, and that many teachers can agree, but we worry about your sociability, so please, this summer, try to open up some more," sorry teach', not my style, and you got to understand, not happening.

My name's Bellatrix Katherine Tennyson, thought the elementary grader as she ran past the lockers, ten years, eleven 'round July, so please keep up, sharp turn past students who were just as rushing around, "G'bye, B," called some of her classmates who knew her but never spoke to her that much, "Bye Belle," and "See ya in the fall," were also called out to her, Blonde tresses that reach my lower shoulder blades in curls, same curls as my mom, though somewhat messy as much as dad's brunette hair, butterfly wing green eyes that people consider, ugh, "so cute" and "totally adorable", somewhat tanned skin and a studious behavior that rivals my cousin, Classy Cliché as she's called by me whenever she goes gaga girly chick, and that's the package, oh, and a killer style.

"J.T, Cash," she shouted as she tackled the Two Stooges she remembers as those that used to bully her, before she snapped as they say, the student though that the two were bullying now rushing off as he found the distraction an opportunity, "we wouldn't want another round, now do we?!"

You really know how to choose 'em, Cash thought as he and the auburn hair beside him were pulled roughly upwards back on their feet, BKT of 'em all, sheesh, he quickly dismissed those thoughts when she gave the two a quick kiss on the cheek each as she saw the Rust Bucket pull to the curb.

"G'bye boys, keep away from trouble or Ms. Knuckles will come by, m'kay," she winked as she backed away and rushed around to run straight to the R.V, leaving two boys who she had an odd relationship with behind her.

"Grandpa Max, let's get rockin' alr-," oh nuts no, she thought as she saw the porcelain blue hairclip amongst red tresses, "WHAT'S SHE DOING HERE?!"

Gwen crossed her arms over her chest as she gave a disgruntled expression, and then the two groaned in unison as they knew how whatever happened, happened.

"Grandpa Max, mom, and our respective aunt," the two said together, then gave each other matching smirks; Let the games begin, Cliché/Bag O' Trix.


So…yeah, enjoy the newest rewritten version, a female Ben Tennyson who is also blonde, the inspirational being two who gave me such an idea though unknowingly.

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