All Boys

by Be My Master

My name is Clary, but in my new school, I go as Cain. I go to an all boys school for the arts, and I believe that I can have a normal school experience - as long as no one finds out I have a few, ehem, crucial "boy parts" missing. Based off iWant9Live2Live's story, "Forbidden". - Complete - Now on Archive of Our Own, be sure to go check, because I'm not uploading to here anymore.

1. The Plan

PoV Clary

"So, what do we have to do this?" Isabelle asked.

"Ace bandages, make up and scissors," I replied.

"Scissors?"

"Boys don't normally have elbow length hair, Iz."

"No, your beautiful hair!"

"It has to be done."

"I can't cut your hair! I won't."

We did end up going to a hair dresser.

I guess I should explain. I found this amazing, high end art/performing arts school, called Greenwood Institute, and I applied, accidentally putting Cain as my name. Don't ask me how I did, I just did. I got accepted, and I freaked out with Isabelle, my best friend, until she realized it's the same boarding school her brother goes to, and it's an all boys' school. I was so disappointed. But then Iz said that I could just go in disguise. I for some insane reason agreed. And that's where you came in.

So, after we got back from the hair dresser, I started to gather my clothes.

"Which do you think would look best as a guy?" I asked.

"None of these, unless you want to have your head flushed down a toilet for being too gay," she replied, sitting down on my bed.

"Your brothers gay."

"Yeah, but not flamboyantly."

"If you're not going to help, you can just-"

"Let's go shopping." She stood suddenly and walked towards the door.

"I haven't got time!"

"I'll pay, and it's for your boy cause."

We bought six different outfits, and three different pairs of converse sneakers. I changed into my new clothes when I got home and looked in the mirror.

"Almost," Isabelle said. "You just have too much boobs for a guy."

"That's what these are for." I held up the bandages. "This is going to hurt a little."

"We could buy you a binder."

"They cost too much and I'd have to ship it here, which would take too long. I'm leaving in two days."

"Fine. Do it, Clary. Cover those boobs." She sniffed dramatically and flopped down on my bed.

I did. And I did the next day, so I could get used to it. The day that I left, Isabelle came with me to the airport.

"Have fun in New York, sweetie," she said. "Send me a postcard."

As I got on the plane, I felt apprehensive. But hopeful.