A/N: Welcome to my newest fic! It's quite different from my other one I'm working on, which is called Terrible and is a Hunger Games/Hetalia fanfic.
Enjoy, and if you like it, please comment/fave it. I'm still new to this, so I need all the support I can get.
I may need to put this fic on the back burner while I work on Terrible, so please bear with me.
Also, while the first chapter may be short, it's only an introduction. The chapters will get longer. I promise. :)
The clock reads 12:30 am, and I'm at my dresser doing makeup. Believe it or not, this is quite a common occurrence for me.
Midnight is the only time when I can have time for myself and pretty up my face and hair without anyone judging me.
And I, like, hate to be judged.
I reach for my sparkly pink lip gloss. My favorite. I bought it when I was out shopping with Erzsébet. Actually, I bought all my makeup while shopping with Erzsi.
She's the only one I can trust with these things. If I told anyone, even Toris, my other best friend, I'd be done for. He's a nice guy but I don't think he'd understand. He's not, like, the most popular guy in school, but he's on the basketball team and is manly enough to wear his hair in a ponytail.
How come some guys can wear ponytails but some can't? Stupid gender norms, that's what.
As I think about the stupidity of others, I apply some rouge. Ooh, my face looks so nice when it's rosy! Who'd be able to resist me?
A lot of people would, actually. They'll all call me a freak, or something of that equivalent.
The thought saddens me a bit, so I push the thought away and apply some more makeup. Eyeliner this time.
I lean into the mirror as I apply, so it doesn't come out looking too thick, making me look like a tramp.
Ugh, it does make me look like a tramp! I wipe off the eyeliner and sigh.
I just want to look pretty. Not popular pretty, but just pretty. Like, girl next door kind of pretty. Yeah, that'll do. I just want to look more… feminine, y'know?
I don't look feminine in the slightest. my face is soft and blemish free, but is quite obviously male if you look at it.
And I hate it.
My name is Feliks Lukasiewicz, and I am a girl.