I just wanna be a girl!
Chapter one: just one more thing. Shit two
She rechecked her piggy tails, positioned her fringe perfectly, pouted her glossy lips and tilted her head up to make sure the foundation spread smoothly under the chin to disappear into her neck. She looked down at her long-sleeved dress. Smoothing it out. She looked back into the mirror, it still needed to be perfected, the scars showed through the make up, he needed a thicker substance.
Yes; he. Allen Walker's shoulders slumped as he realised he'd have to raid Lenalee's bathroom again. He shuddered thinking about all the difficulties he would run into with this task. Oh the consequences he should suffer if he were caught, screw the consequences; the embarrassment! But he couldn't, wouldn't, stop his new hobby, it was like an obsession. He wasn't entirely sure how the idea had come to mind, everything happening rather suddenly. One night he just found himself in Lenalee Lee's bathroom looking through her make up.
A woman's life style had always intrigued him, ever since experiencing the nature of his former master, the woman's mind always confused him. He had always wanted to see what went on behind the scenes. On this night as he raided the young Lee's cabinet and coming across the strange and unfamiliar substance also known as foundation. This must be where his new obsession took its toll as he applied the skin coloured powder to his face and finding that it made his scar less, and less noticeable. He had been shocked at first and then absolutely riveted. Then, after pocketing the foundation, he began to shuffle through more and more make up bags, looking for more of this amazing invention. That was until he heard the bedroom door opening. And he panicked, he had been glued to the spot for a moment or two before he shoved, as quietly as possible, all of the makeup back into a toiletry bag and standing up. Praying for his own life and sanity he had opened the window and pulled himself out into the chilly night. He closed there door just in time to hear the Chinese exorcist whisper to herself (or so she thought) 'I must have left the light on...' before the previously occupied room's light went off.
Allen let out a breath and tried to open the window again, figuring it safe to go back in. however in the event of slamming his buttocks against the glass he found that the window would not open. It had been automatically locked from the inside.
"shit." He squeaked into the breeze. It was cold and the wind whipped at him, as clouds attempted to hide the only source of light in the dark area surrounding the Black Order. Just to make matters worse Allen became aware that the stones were still damp from the latest rain. He turned around to face the wall, feeling some what safer this way and a cold wind blew across his back. He was only wearing a plain white dress shirt and his favourite black slacks; it had been warm inside.
With a certain amount of determination mixed with the desire for warmth plus ever present desperation, he began to edge his way around the outside of the castle like building. His hands eventually turning numb, the wind getting stronger and damper. He finally made it to the bottom, alive! But just to spite him the black sky split with a bright light, immediately followed by a bellowing noise of the rolling thunder. Allen hated thunder and lightening, always finding that the blinding light made him uneasy and the loud noise made him feel smaller than he already was. To further his unhappiness the sky opened up a flood just as he placed his hands on the door handle to enter the dry warm area of the Order.
Allen shuddered, back in the present, at the memory of that horrible night; he had had an incredibly bad cold for two whole weeks after that. And yet once his cold had cleared he returned. This time his escape was successful and out the way he had come in the room- that's the door by the way! And now! He'd have to go back, do you understand how painfully horrifying that is??? First things first! If he got caught Komui would torture him thoroughly before killing him. There would also be far too many questions one why the hell he was stealing makeup instead of... I dunno panties?! He would look perverted in the most strange and twisted way. And then! Oh god! What if people discovered his new hobby?! Lavi, and Kanda, god they'd never let it drop, he would accept Komui's mad scientist torture and brutal death any time then suffer through their constant remarks.
But he had to! He punched his hand with determination as he stared at his girly self, he just needed some liquid foundation, a little more bronzer and his new appearance would be complete! He was sure that once his scar was hidden he could fool even Lenalee and Reever! And then he could go shopping, he did a little body squirm at that idea, for once he could go shopping with out worrying about people wondering why a boy was looking at such small clothes. It wasn't his fault he was so- he suddenly realised that if he could go shopping, he looked dreamily ahead of him to a future he wanted to grasp; I could buy heels!
Oh what a dream, and then in his female state he could be tall, or at least appear tall, and finally he could (silently) shove it in Kanda's face! Oh it was brilliant! He just could not wait to get out there. With certain impatience he decided that that night he would go to Lenalee's bathroom, he didn't want to waste time; everything was just far too exciting! He would wait until she went to dinner and then sneak in; quickly getting out so he would only be a little late to dinner. Therefore 'nothing suss!'
He looked to the clock and cursed, before starting to strip himself of his feminine attire. He hid all of these products in a black garbage bag and the bottom of his closet, snaps for his intelligent hiding place... yeah... it took just under 12 minutes to wash all of the foundation from his face and still the eyeliner refused to budge... he'd just have to hope that nobody noticed... hopefully.
He walked down the hallways to Lenalee's room and waited... and waited. After twenty minutes he figured she had left already and walked to the door, opening it into the girl's room. Looking around he couldn't see anyone and was about to open it wider when a voice startled him.
"Allen?" the Chinese girl popped into vision through the crack in the door with no shirt on, though she wore a bra, "what are you doing?"
He screamed and slammed the door closed turning bright red, pressing his back to the door. He took a deep breath but ended up falling onto the floor at Lenalee's feet as she opened her bedroom door again, she still didn't have a shirt on and Allen squeezed his eyes shut.
"I-I'm sorry!" he stumbled over his tongue.
He heard a chuckle; "it's okay Allen I know you wouldn't think like some of the other men around here. You can open your eyes if you want, I really don't mind." And he heard her footsteps tup away.
Despite her words his eyes remained tightly shut, "ah, I'd rather not Lenalee, it would be horribly uncouth of me!"
She huffed, "well I've got a shirt on now anyway."
He relaxed and as he opened his eyes rolled onto his stomach to stand. Only to find that she had removed her skirt-just kidding. She was now towel drying her hair, fully dressed, in front of a mirror.
"So what's wrong Allen?"
He realised that he would need an excuse for being here... crap; 'uh I wanted to borrow some makeup' he didn't like to lie but the truth was far more horrible at the present, so that was out of the question. 'I'm testing out Komui's perv radar.' No that wouldn't work either. Damn.
"Erm... I was just wondering why you weren't at dinner yet...?" he said, avoiding eye contact with her reflection and finding the walls of her room rather interesting.
"Oh..." she seemed a little confused, "but it's only just gone 7 o'clock, I'm not usually down there til quarter past."
Crap.
"Really?" he looked down at his hand, as though there was a watch there. Which of course there wasn't because that would cause him to look at his wrist and therefore reveal his secret weapon; the arm of disgusting mutation! Or so he liked to call it, a lot of other people just called it innocence, but that was so boring; "oh look at that! You're right! Hah!" he rubbed the back of his head whilst backing out of the awkward situation and room. "Must have, ummm, read the time wrong. Well must be off! Bye!" and he took off at a run, back to his room.
Attempt 1: foiled.
Attempt 2:
The next day Allen was preparing himself emotionally. He had definitely learned something from the previous night, not only did Lenalee not start dinner before 7:15 but his costume would still be incomplete with the additional makeup. The most important thing he had learned in attempt one was that: he needed a bra!
Now this would prove more difficult with getting away with and he really wasn't too keen on stealing one of Lenalee's. And Miranda's clothing items were out of the question! For some reason stealing the older German woman's bra seemed just that much creepier. Allen didn't want to be a creep; he just wanted to be a girl for a day or two. He would just have to buy his own bra, as well as his own pair of high heels.
It was around 10 am so almost every one in the order would be training now. Allen was renowned for sleeping in late on Saturdays so his absence would show no suspicion. Taking a deep breath he wandered, once again, to the Chinese exorcist's sleeping quarters. However, one corridor away who should call his name but-
"Allen!!! Hey buddy how are you!?" the red haired Exorcist bounded right up to him,, "it's odd to see you awake this early!"
"Uh yeah... good morning Lavi."
"Nawww you still sound tired." He patronized, putting him into a headlock, "come on! Come train with me!" and he dragged him away roughly, still holding him in the sleeper hold.
Attempt 2: foiled
Attempt 3:
Sunday. He would definitely get it this time! He knew he would, he had to! He took a deep breath, this time he would try it at lunch time, hanging around with Lenalee and her brother until they went for their midday meals, and then he would slip away! yes, it was ingenious! Brilliant I say! He was surprised to find himself rubbing his hands together and stopped quickly, clearing his throat despite the fact that no one else was even around.
Hanging out with the Lee siblings proved to be a very interesting experience. One that would scare Allen for the rest of his life. Not really he just got a severe headache from all the coffee aromas floating in the air. Did nobody here drink tea for god's sake?!?! As lunch time neared Allen decided to make his slip early; "well I think I'll go get ready for lunch... so I'll see you guys in the cafeteria right?" he asked, quietly interrupting Komui's intense descriptions on pieces of machinery that he was blow torching together.
Lenalee looked up at his words, a polite smile on her lips, "oh sure Allen, we'll see you down there okay?"
He started to head for the door saying an 'alright.' When he heard Komui suddenly shout with a large quantity of glee and enthusiasm;
"It is complete!!! Say hello to Komurin VI"
He froze. Did... did Komui just say.. K-Komurin?!?! He inched his head around in a circle until he suddenly saw a monstrous robot, bigger than all the previous, slowly standing up and looking at him with red eyes.
"Alright Komurin, show us what you can doooo!" Komui screamed, doing his fantastical twirl with a sparkle, he suddenly had a sock which he threw... landing on Allen's white hair. The next word was the worst he could ever possibly hear in his entire life. It was the very meaning of suicidal wishes, homicidal desires and freaking run for your life nightmares.
"fetch."
Needless to say a fair amount of the order was once again destroyed, Allen was put in the infirmary for the night and Komui was beaten up by his butch little sister... yay.
Attempt 3: foiled
Attempt 4: foiled
Attempt 5: foiled
... Attempt 14: (can you believe that I didn't even pick that number intentionally... how weird...)
Allen was starting to get really tired of this, a lot of bruises too. Very suddenly this task of stealing makeup from Lenalee's bedroom was seeming nearly impossible. Everything that could go wrong; did. He felt he would have more chance of surviving if he were trying to steal that god forsaken lolly pop from Road Camelot's mouth. Surely the he had run out of things to go wrong. Surely...
He walked down the hallway, it was late afternoon, the sun was setting and the aromas of dinner were drifting through the ghostly castle, and he happened to intercept Lenalee. They stopped and smiled at each other as they usually did.
"Hello Lenalee, how are you this evening?" Allen asked ever so politely.
Lenalee shrugged her shoulders, "it was a nice evening so I thought I might take a bath, you know, just to relax a bit?"
It was only then that Allen noticed the white towel in her arms. He was shocked into silence. What a stroke of luck?! Now was the perfect opportunity for him to finally steal what he needed. With these ideas flashing through his mind he didn't realise that Lenalee was looking at him concerned,
"Allen... Allen!! Allen!!"
He jumped; "whoa! What? Sorry what did you say?" he asked, blinking innocently.
"You've been acting really odd lately Allen. Are you ok?" she checked his temperature but he waved her off, backing away.
"Yeah I'm fine! Don't worry about me Lenalee. I hope you enjoy your bath; you definitely deserve a chance to relax."
She relaxed at this and smiled warmly at the younger exorcist, "thanks Allen, you're so cute. You know you should take a chance to relax too. You don't want to wear yourself out." She finished sternly with her hands on her hips.
"I won't! I promise!" he called back to her as he walked down the corridor. He held in a burst of laughter as she disappeared from view. He couldn't believe that the perfect opportunity had finally presented itself. Even as he entered her room he couldn't believe it. But he didn't want to push his luck so he quickly ran to the bathroom and retrieved his goods. Returning to the sleeping area something caught his eye.
Something white, and lacy. Something he needed. The white bra hung on the corner bed post by a shoulder strap. He glared at it as it taunted him, dangling there in clear view; 'take me take me! Go on you know you want to! You know you need me!' it screamed at him. He took a step forward. Bras were expensive... this way he wouldn't need to spend too much money. He could just take it.
No! He pulled himself away from the demon object. He wasn't going to become some kind of creepy perv like Bak! He would remain an innocent... cross dresser.
He ran from the room and away from temptation. Once outside his heart pumped furiously, blood rushing and making his head light and dizzy. He had done it!
Attempt 14: SUCCESS!
He punched the air with a dramatic 'woop!' and sprinted all the way to his room desperate to try out this new foundation. He couldn't wait! Soon he could go shopping and buy heels and become tall! And then that Kanda-bastard would stop calling him Beansprout! Yeah! Except... that Kanda must never know.
A/N bahahaha don't worry I swear I haven't forgotten about my other fics! But I wanted to write this as it is my first request fic! Requested by: obsidianluminosity, who is actually my friend but yeah XD she's doing me a massive arse favour and I'm (hopefully) returning it! Hope you enjoyed it. Sorry if Allen is OOC I tried my best. XD
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