AN!This came to me when I was reading a story someone else wrote. This could probably be considered a cack!fic/AU/whatever. I will probably add more to this then; the rating will probably go up, too. Tell me if someone wrote something like already, I have a feeling someone probably has. Anyhow, as always, if you laugh, cry, or make any involuntary bowel movements, I have done my job! Read, review or set fire to! Enjoy.
DC! I am pretty sure Noel is not this and never will be...Unless if somehow I miraculously own The Mighty Boosh and write this into the show. Now that wouldbe interesting;D
They Call Me the Confuser
Howard was sick of it. He was sick of how Vince was always called a girl, or his wife, or his girlfriend. He was sick of how Vince always said he was the Confuser. Was he a man? Was he a woman? Howard didn't give a fuck. He was just sick of it. And that is why he ordered a copy of Vince's birth certificate, right? It made complete sense…There is nothing wrong with that. No, nothing at all.
It took two and a half weeks to be sent but it was well worth the wait. At first, Howard could not open it. Ever time he tried, his hand would shake so violently he thought he would rip it in two. About a week after it arrived, Howard finally gained the courage to open it.
He could not believe. His birth certificate said Vince was born a girl; a girl named Veronica. How could that be? When did he…no, she. When did she change? Why?
