Unclean

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A/N: Wee! A second chapter! Is anyone enjoying it so far?

Ch. 2: Dirty

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Yamamoto shifted uncomfortably. "I just don't... feel right... in my..." he trailed off.

"Well, c'mon! Tell me!" George sighed, getting exasperated. Even as a child he didn't have much patience.

Yamamoto blushed deeply, tears flooding to his eyes. "In my body..." He hid his face in his hands, facing away from George. "I feel like... I shoulda been... I dunno.. A girl..." His face flushed deeper, and he was glad he had turned away from George.

George smiled a bit, his smile lopsided. "That's all?"

Yamamoto turned around quickly, forgetting to hide his face. "What do you mean 'that's all'?!" he yelled, forgetting his embarrassment only a few seconds before.

His friend grinned and stood up. "I think you'd make a great girl." He smiled. "And... don't be embarrassed!" He leaned forward, kissing Yamamoto's cheek. "Never be afraid to be who you really are." He nodded, standing back up.

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Isabella smiled a bittersweet smile, using her sleeve to wipe away the tears. Her dark purple velvet dress was stained now. She looked down at the sleeve. "How ironic..." she thought to herself as she stood up. "It's just like my life.. Marred in every way..."

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Her dress came off. Her hair cascaded down. The make-up was washed off. Slowly but surely, the she became a he.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Yamamoto- no, Isabella, felt ashamed. Even his own parents, who nurtured and raised him could not stand who he had become.

He quickly turned from the mirror. He hated his body. He cursed it.

He dreaded this part of every day. His shower. He didn't mind the water, or the shower. He hated having to face himself every day. Some days he couldn't do it... Some days he'd wash off his make-up and wash his hair in the sink. Those were days when he felt especially low in the self-esteem department.

Today was one of those days.

He shuddered, though not of cold. Blinking back tears, he hurriedly put his nightclothes on. How could someone raised in such a family become the likes of him? He was given everything he needed, or wanted, but still...

He climbed into bed and curled under the sheets. Pulling the comforter over his head, he squeezed out the tears he'd been holding in all day.

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There was a knock on the door. Sebastian headed towards it. A small Yamamoto stood at the top of the staircase, looking down to see who it was. As the door opened, he ran downstairs to meet his friend.

"George! I didn't know you were coming over today!" He beamed happily. He'd been feeling better about himself since their talk yesterday.

George grinned and bade hello to Sebastian. He held a medium sized box out to Yamamoto. "For your birthday."

Yamamoto blinked. "George, my birthday is past. It was in the winter. Don't you remember the party?"

Sebastian nodded. "His birthday is far gone by, young Sir."

George grinned. "Yes, HIS was." He started to walks upstairs. Yamamoto quickly tagged along, confused. ---------------------

A/N: oo what'cha think? Am I going too fast? Too confusing? Comments? Review please!