Erm, hello people!

This is an OHSHC fanfiction (duh) centered around an OC named Dane Abbott.

I had this idea for a little while now so I decided it would be interesting to write it out.

This story is to not to insult the LGBT+ community. I am a big supporter of the community. The main character is a homosexual transgender boy who has a fascination for cupcakes.

Anyways. Here we go. I really like the idea for this story too.

So here is chapter one.


When mother and father announced at dinner time as a surprise to my siblings and me that we were moving again for the third time this year, I didn't know what my feeling were towards the idea. How was this a surprise? Father's job has our family moving consistently so we are never in the same area for more than four months. It is quite a burden to have to move all of the time but we got used to it.

Our family is lucky enough to be famed in wealth allowing us to own homes all over the world. Most of these homes are used for vacation homes, some of our relatives live in others, or we have a home there simple for the pleasure of it. Our homes can also range from small cottages to enormous mansions.

At that moment our home was in London. It was a three story house and we owned the two story house next to it which you could call the maid quarters. That home, like many our other homes, does not have a lot of things in it because of the lack of time we get to live in them.

"We're moving again? So, we do that all of the time. How in the world is that a surprise?" my elder sister-Cheryl-spat out.

Cheryl is the eldest in our family-not counting mother and father-being seventeen years of age. She is what one could consider beautiful. She has father's natural sun kissed skin and his bright amber eyes to match as well. She sports mother's jet black curly hair as well. She usually has it pulled back into a twisted pony but left out it reaches her collar bones. She is tall-being five foot eight-with a striking hour glass body.

"She has a point you know." my elder brother-Alfie-spoke with his dark eye brows furrowed. He leaned back in his seat waiting for mother and father's explanation.

Alfie looks a like younger version of father but with mother's chocolate brown hair and dark green eyes. He is rather tall, standing around six foot one and he has a lean build to his physique. Just like Cheryl his skin is naturally tan and smooth looking. Alfie is only a year older than I am-he is sixteen.

"You didn't let me finish." Father's amber eyes grew stern, "We are moving to Japan. Yes, we are moving again but you see because of certain standards we are to stay there for a pretty decent long time. I would say long enough for all three of you to finish schooling." He explained.

Mother nodded, her black curls bouncing lightly as she did, "The school they have over there is one of the wealthiest schools in the world," she told us with a dreamy look in her eyes, "Ouran Academy, I believe it is called."

"You're sending us to a school with a bunch of rich snobs?" I questioned with a raised eyebrow. I felt a felt a smack at the back of my head and turned around to see Cheryl look at me with disbelief, "What was that for?"

"Aren't you forgetting that we are rich snobs as well?" she replied tightening her pony tail and crossing her arms over her chest.

I huffed in annoyance, "That does not mean anything Cheryl. Are you not forgetting that we have never been to a school before? So, why should we go to school now? It's such a pathe-"

"Dane!" slamming his fists onto the oak dining table, father bellowed, "There is no need to be acting in such a foolish manner. I accept better from you." He demanded looking straight into my eyes, "You are going to attend school at Ouran."

Alfie piped in, "When are we leaving?" he questioned shoving a spoonful of mash potatoes with gravy into his mouth. He managed to get some gravy on his chin also but since I was such a lovely sibling I decided to see how long it will take for him to notice or for someone to point it out.

"In a month." Mother answered simply.

Cheryl, Alfie, and I gawked at her. A month? Was this women crazy?

Mother must have noticed our unusual expressions because she then said, "Don't give me that look. A month is enough time. We usually don't tell you kids until a week or two prior." She took a sip of her cherry red wine, "So after you kids are done eating you all should start a little packing. See if there is anything here you want us to ship to Japan." She suggested.

I blinked. We were moving to Japan and attending school there for the first time ever. I did not know how I am supposed to feel about that. Oh well.


School. It was funny how I dreaded it that day despite not stepping in one for my whole entire life. No, I wasn't stupid. It was just because of my family's constant moving mother and father just decided to home school us with tutors they hire. Some were nice, some were the most evil entities to ever exist. Like Ms. Loufiel. Oh god, she was awful.

I was awoken from my deep slumber by one of our maids. I believe her name was Cho. She's very pretty with onyx orbs and pin straight black hair that she wears in a French braid most of the time. She was from Japan so she had knowledge about it and she said if there were any questions about it to ask her.

"Master Dane. It is time for you to get ready for school." She informed me. When I did not answer a light sigh escaped her lips and she made her way to my bed, "It is time to wake up."

I groaned. What time was it? It still seemed to be dark…as my soul. Har Har. Good one Dane.

"W-what time is it?" I asked her snuggling more into my blanket.

"Six thirty." Oh, that sounded rather early. What time did school start again anyways?

"Oh," pause, "What time does school start?"

"Seven." She answered.

Oh, seven. That early, huh? Hm. Wait one second. Six thirty. Seven. That was when realization hit me. I only had thirty minutes to get ready!

I frantically threw my comforter of my. I actually believed it landed on Cho in the process before running into the bathroom to quickly shower.

When I had shut the door I heard Cho shout, "Your uniform will be ready on you bed when you are done!"

I gave a quick "Thank you." Before swiftly turning on the shower, and stripping from my clothing. I almost tripped while doing so also.

But wait, what are those on my chest? Breasts? Wait a second, am I a boy or girl? Time for an explanation.

I am transgender. I was born as "Diane Aylin Abbott." But now I go by the name, "Dane Phillip Abbott." My name hadn't been legally changed yet though. I also had to wrap my chest with a bondage because I had yet to get breast reduction surgery. Oh my god, I am going too much in detail.

Okay quick summary, my sex was female but my gender was male. I had the thought of being a boy since I was seven years of age and it slowly progressed into something more. I am also attracted to the male gender. So, basically, I'm a homosexual transgender boy.

After taking my ten minute shower (thank god for my short hair), brushing my teeth, bonding my chest, and any other necessary actions and I strolled in my bed room with a towel hugging tightly around my body. On my bed folded neatly is the uniform.

The uniform's blazer was a periwinkle color with the Ouran logo stitched in gold and white on the left breast of it. It also came with a white collared button up shirt, a black tie with a purple stripe that ran down vertically of it, a pair of black dress pants and a pair of black dress shoes. Over all, the male's uniform was super nice. I wondered what the female version looked like.

I quickly put it on, attempted to button up the blazer but I accidently skips a button so it was misaligned causing me to redo it. When I was done, I quickly grabbed the school bag that sat on my grey wooden desk, gave a quick glance at myself in the mirror before bolting out of my room.

When I did that, Cheryl was about to enter my room for reasons unknown so we ended up colliding with each other. We stumbled back with a hand on her forehead while I fell on my bottom. Cheryl groaned before looking for what she had bumped into. Which was me, obviously.

"What the hell, Dane?" she scowled at me, "What is your problem?" she dusted herself off.

And oh god. That was the uniform? That yellow thing? With the poofy sleeves? She looked like a walking banana split but with just the banana and the cherry. I let out a snicker.

Her eyes narrowed at me, "What?"

I shook my head, "It's nothing. It's just your uniform. Why does it look like that?" I pushed myself off the ground and cracked my neck. I love cracking my neck. I can do it all of the time.

Cheryl blinked before looking down at the dress, "I'm not even sure. When I first saw it, I almost fainted but uniforms are required. You're lucky though," her eyes flickered to my uniform, "You and Alfie get to wear that. Anyways, I came to get you. So come on. You are probably want to get something to eat on the way to the school though."

"Oh. Alright." Where was Aflie, "Where is Alfie?"

"He's down stairs waiting for us. So come on." Cheryl then grabbed the hem of my sleeve and tugged me down the grand stair case. I almost ended up falling from her speed going down the steps. Man, that girl is fast.

I swear she skipped four steps at a time. No joke. Thank you pizza lord for us being in different classes. I didn't know what I would do with having Cheryl constantly pulling me everywhere like a rag doll. Alfie was the opposite. He did not want any conversations with either of us unless it was for an important matter.

I was attending as a first year, Alfie was second year, and Cheryl was a third year. We were all placed in class room A. I found it odd how the classes worked. I always thought the students had different classes and teachers were assigned a certain room or two (I did a little research, okay?) It is different in Japan though. The students stay in their classrooms, except for special electives, P.E, etc. and the teachers would switch classes.

I really hoped that my first day at Ouran would go well but I did not know I was going to be entangled with a certain club. A club that when I first met it, I was mortified on how the school allowed such a thing at first. A club where I ended up baking twenty batches of cupcakes for once. I love baking cupcakes, okay.