This story contains a bunch of profanities, sexual humor, sexual themes and what not, so if you're bothered with that, don't force yourself to read this.  ̄ˍ ̄

Story rating may be considered as Rated MA for Mature Audiences. Warnings may or may not be given on the start of a chapter whenever there's a scene not suitable for readers below 16-18 years old. •﹏•

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In advance, I apologize if there are any typos and grammatical errors. English is not my native language, it's Tagalog, so, yeah! ﹋o﹋

I hope you readers enjoy the story! ∩_∩

ACT 1

Ashe Avarosa let out a huff as she placed another taped box on top of another. She straightened her posture and rolled her shoulders, feeling and hearing a few satisfying clicks.

"I'm sure you're pretty excited for your new apartment." Her father, Alkove Avarosa, said as he carried a bigger box inside her new apartment, placing it beside the other boxes.

Ashe smiled and nodded. "I am. I finally have my own home."

"That, doesn't mean..." A woman in the same age as her father joined in. "You'll have to change anything, right?"

Alkove frowned while Ashe's smile disappeared. She just decided to nod her head as a form of reply to the speaker.

"Yes, mother."

"Even though you won't be living with us anymore, you'll always be my son." Sierra Avarosa, Alkove's second wife and same time Ashe's stepmother, cooed, smiling at her.

"Sierra, Ashe had just turned eighteen a month ago. I'm sure she's old enough to make her own decisions in her life." Alkove spoke.

The woman turned and glared at her husband. "That's HE and HIS, Alkove. I have no daughter. Only a son, and that's final."

Alkove sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He opened his mouth to start an argument, but when Ashe placed a hand on his shoulder and shook her head, he decided to just keep quiet.

"Oh, Ashe, I bought you some new clothes! I wouldn't want you to prance around wearing your old clothing, so I made sure to do your shopping for you!"

Sierra's mood swings are unpredictable. One minute she's all mean and strict, then then the next minute, she's all happy and supportive.

Well, she's supportive to Ashe if she's acting the way she wants her to act.

"Oh, umm, thank you, mother. I appreciate it." Ashe thanked politely.

"I already put it in your bedroom earlier. I think a big boy like you can handle putting it away, right?"

Ashe nodded.

"Great! Now," Sierra opened her arms for her. "Give your mother a hug."

With internal reluctance, Ashe stepped forward and hugged the older woman.

"I also bought you bandages. They're in the bedroom. Make sure you use them." Sierra murmured.

"Yes, Mother."

As soon as Ashe pulled back, Sierra turned away and ushered her husband to follow her.

"Come on, darling. We'll be having dinner with one of our business clients in an hour."

"I'll be right down."

She and her father waited for Sierra to leave the apartment before they both said their goodbyes to each other.

"Listen, honey. If you want to go shopping and buy your own clothes, just use the credit card I gave. Also, I'll be depositing your allowance in your account every week. I'll make sure I'll add an extra for your clothes shopping."

She shook her head. "No need, Father. I don't want Sierra to get mad."

"You're eighteen now, Ashe. You need to live your life the way you were born to live it."

"I'm fine. I'm already used to wearing men's clothes and being Sierra's son."

Her father frowned for a moment before weakly smiling and stroking her cheek. "At least she had let you grow your hair out."

She smiled as she thought of how long her snow white hair has gotten for the past few years. She had managed to convince Sierra to let her grow her hair out and she's quite thankful that the older woman had permitted it.

"You look beautiful, Ashe. You look like your mother."

"Thank you, Father." The genuine smile on her face was enough for Alkove to smile sincerely.

"I'll be leaving now. Good luck in school."

Ashe nodded and gave her father a hug before she escorted him out of her new apartment. As soon as her father left and the front door closed, she locked it and made her way to the master bedroom.

She's really grateful that the apartment her father had bought for her is wide, spacious and completely furnished. All that's left to do is to unpack a few framed pictures, her clothes and that's that.

Walking into the bedroom, she found the shopping bags Sierra had mentioned earlier on the white three-seater sofa of her queen-size bed. There's also a few shopping bags at the seat beside the window. The amount of shopping are a lot more than she had expected.

'She probably shopped a whole year's worth of clothes.' She half-sarcastically thought with a sigh. 'Men's clothes, I assume.'

Her eyes then landed on the paper bag on her covered bed. Walking up to it, she peeked inside to see the contents.

Bandages.

'Right,' She shook her head. 'Probably to constrict my chest.'

Ashe's body has developed beautifully from the past few years. She has a body a lot of women would practically kill for, but she doesn't really have the opportunity to wear clothes that will compliment it.

Since her body has matured, she's been having difficulty in hiding her chest from the people around her. At first, bandaging her chest was painful and made it hard for her to breathe and move properly, but she's used to it now. She even adds a thin corset-like material to make sure her chest looks as flat as possible.

About her voice though, she deepens it for the people around her, so they won't conjure up any suspicions. Despite being used to the act of deepening her voice, she can shift back to her soft and loving voice in a blink of an eye.

Regarding with her wearing any make-up, she has never applied a single cosmetic on her face. Well, except for powder, but that's it. That's one of the main reasons why she takes utter care of her face.

She can't help but feel a little sorry for the girls she had encountered. They all developed crushes on her and were greatly attracted to her, but she never did return their feelings. After all, she's a girl herself.

It made her wonder.

'Will I ever see the day where I'm in a relationship with someone?'

Ashe had always been home-schooled, tutors come and go to teach her five days a week. But, after much persuasion and agreeing to Sierra's conditions, she finally convinced her stepmother to let her experience in actually attending a school.

She didn't have any friends, since her mother prohibited her from meeting new people.

'One day, I'm going to die alone.'

The thought made her sadly sigh.

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Ashe arranged her black tie before grabbing the blazer from the bed. After she finished fixing her tie, she shrugged the white blazer on.

As expected, she's wearing the uniform that's supposedly for boys, which consists of a white long sleeve polo, a black tie, a white blazer with black outlines, black pants and a pair of black shoes.

She gathered her long hair and tied it with a thin hair tie, the hair tie just a few inches from the tips of her hair.

"All ready." She said to her reflection, tugging at the hem of her blazer.

She turned away from the mirror and grabbed her black leather bag. She snatched her keys from her dresser before leaving the bedroom.

Ashe locked her apartment and made her way to the elevator. She pushed the down button and much to her luck, it slid open after a few seconds.

When it slid open, she found three girls socializing with each other. Based from their uniforms, they must be from a different school. The uniform didn't match Valoran University's uniforms.

She stepped into the lift, catching the attention of the three females. They instantly became quiet. As the elevator moved downward, Ashe could feel their gazes on her back.

"Wow, he's cute." She heard one of them whisper.

"Cute? He's hot!" The other giggled.

"And he's from Valoran University!" The third one whispered.

"He's rich, he's hot, and he must be smart too!" The first one squealed lowly.

"He's the complete package!" The second one also squealed.

Ashe wanted to turn to them and clarify that she's a girl, but she resisted. Sierra might find out. She quietly sighed.

'Based from their squeals and reactions, I guess I look like a guy right now. Oh, Sierra must be so proud right now.'

The last sentence in her thoughts was purely sarcastic. She ignored the urge to cross her arms and furrow her eyebrows in mild irritation.

Ding!

Ashe stepped out of the elevator and swiftly made her escape before one of the girls gather enough courage to start a conversation with her, which would probably end up with those girls asking for her phone number. As much as possible, she wants to avoid that.

Hopefully, at Valoran University, she'll be able to finish the school year without any issues.

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Author's Note: First chapter is always short. :)

Also, this story is already completed. I just need to upload all of the chapters. :3