=== Be Wane Bashel.

I stood in my bathroom, staring in my mirror, feeling exactly how alone I am. I stare at the brace that hides away a pair of my three problems. It really fucking sucks that I was born a chick, I sometimes wonder if my parents fucked with my chromosomes, you know; got rid of that poor, lonesome X, and added the extra Y. I wonder because some parents do things like that, no matter how fucked up they are. The become so desperate for a little girl out of a house full of boys, that they will pay the big bucks just to change the outcome.

I often have my doubts about that, but seeing as I grew up with my eldest and second eldest brothers, and my parents and other siblings died when I was hardly over a year old, I didn't really have anything to go off of. I hadn't known if they were cruel and desperate, or if it was just a mistake of some sort, all I knew is that I didn't care and I loved them either way. I also knew that a lack of X chromosome wasn't going to stop me from being a boy, I knew that when I was about ten years old.

Knowing is one thing, but actually working to prove it, that's a whole other story. I wasn't at all afraid to tell my brothers about this, in fact, I was ecstatic about it, I even remember running around happily when they excepted such a thing. My happiness was of course a bit subdued when I was told that if I wanted to change, I would need to go to a new school. My happiness was destroyed when Jack explain exactly how much of myself I would need to change in order to be excepted as a male of the society.

It had turned out quite simple to change myself though. Seeing as I was so young I had yet to grow anything on my chest and every child had a bit of that excess fat on their face, but things changed when I got to middle school and began to curve a lot more. I had to buy a brace to hold everything flat, and my clothes needed to fit me a little more loosely than they used to, which I didn't mind, but I was still a lot more likely to be found out.

Thankfully I ended up not getting my mother's, as my friends say "huge ass knockers". Instead I ended up a simple B36 which was rather easy to cover up. Annoyingly enough my feminine curves weren't all that could give me away though, it just so happened to be the most obvious. The only thing that ever really gives me away now is my voice. Those times when I let my guard down, or forgot to make it sound deeper and more gravely, those are the times I am given away, and it really fucking sucks when I am.

I continued to stare into my lifeless reflection, but I jumped into tense action when I heard the mailman's car drive up out front. Oh gosh, the game. Today's the day. Oh gosh, it's here!

I tugged on my simple white shirt with a yellow swirling pattern on it, then dashed out the bathroom door, wasting no time to get my game and begin playing. I zoomed down the stairs, out the door, to the mailbox and ripped it open, completely forgetting I could be attacked. Could be soon turned into would be as I felt the sudden jolt of an explosion sending me far off into the void. Nah not really, but it did throw me a good few feet away into my front yard. Shit, I thought, hope nobody saw that. I sat up and frowned, glaring at the green stains left on my jeans from the sliding impact of me hitting the ground.

I jumped up and dashed back over to the partially destroyed mailbox and sifted through the surround mail, soon enough I found the large box, which was curiously complicated, seeing as how bulky and large it was. Still, I found it none the less. I blew off the bits of dust and mailbox collected onto the poor thing and swiftly cut the tape on the decorative outer box with my good ole' fashioned army knife then opened it to reveal the inner layer. I smiled at the golden box then, without pulling out the the inner box, I shut the outer box and held it close to my chest as I ran back indoors.

No need for the hole damn world to know I am playing this, ya' know? I dove through the door and flew past my siblings and up the stairs of our home. My room was at the end of the hall, but unfortunately, before I could ever get there, I would need to slay these persistent as fuck imps that are standing in my way, weapons raised high. I groaned and snatched my most commonly used knifes from my jean's belt loops.

I probably wouldn't keep the stupid things with me if it weren't for the fact that these annoying fuckers are everywhere, trying to get in my way and fuck everything up. So I kept my battle knives, with their thin sharp blades and well worn wooden handles, attached to my jeans in any way I could.

I pivoted on my toes and let my legs go slack as a few jumped at me, weapons swinging my way, yet missing me as I flash stepped over to slide my knives through their chests. Seeing as the imps were stupid motherfuckers they repeated their moves over and over which got seriously old, but at least killing them all was a quick and simple process, which made me getting to my computer far quicker than I should.

Well at least it's usually like that, but not today it seems. Maybe they just aren't fucking around anymore. I want to play the game and they want to stop me from doing so. I continued to slash at them, but they kept coming. Fuck, I kill four and four more appear. Where the hell are they coming from?

I slashed and dodged and kicked and punched. I was starting to feel a strain in my muscles and it was seriously pissing me off. Relax Wane, you get pissed, then you get sloppy. Chill out motherfucker.

I sighed and began to take a deep breath, but some fucker popped up and decided to slash at my arm. I hissed and flipped my knife into it's chest then let out a low growl as more came at me. I could feel my veins boiling with angry blood and I went at them like crazy. Cut, kill. Cut, kill. Cut, kill. Cut, ki-Fuck!

I slipped in some blood and went sliding past all of my attackers and flew into a closet. A closet that locks on the automatically. I heard the click as the door slammed shut and sighed. Well, guess I'll be in here for a while. Might as well get comfortable...

=== Be Liza who is finally awake and is currently cleaning her room of blood and broken glass.

Damn snowglobes and their insistence on shattering when thrown and damn the dead imps for bleeding all over this expensive as fuck new carpet my sister bought for the new house. Shit some of this stupid blood isn't coming up, sis is gonna be pissed. I scrubbed a bit harder but tensed when I heard the front door to the house open. My eyes widened and I scrubbed harder and faster. Shit shit shit shit.

"Sis! I'm hoooooome!", she shouted up the stairs and I heard what sounded like her heading to the second floor. Oh god I hope she doesn't come to my room. Please oh please don't come in my room. "Sis?", she shouted again.

"Uh, hi Lisa!", I shouted threw my door and continued scrubbing roughly.

"You okay kid?" Her lightly southern accent hinted that she was worried and probably saw one of the dead imps that I left on the second floor. "Perfectly fine!"

"Okay!", she shouted back, but I was unconvinced so I dashed to the attic's door and right as I reached to lock it, she threw it open and dashed into the room, a frown on her face. "...Liza?"

"Yeah?" Oh shit, I'm so fucking dead.

"What happened in here?", her voice was scary calm. A scary calm that only my sister could ever achieve. I was fucking terrified.

"Uh... You know the imps you told me not to fight anymore?" She nodded slowly and calmly. Ugh. Scary calm. "Well I kinda killed a few."

"Liza?" oh shit.

"Yeah?"

"You're grounded."

Fuuuuuuck.