New Chapter for Cut Me Feminine has fianlly arrived! entitled- The Ugliest Girl
Thanks goes to Warconq for getting me motivated to write another chapter. There's a lesson here, kiddies, all you have to do to get someone to write is to mention the book "Misery" and their next chapter will be out shortly.
Disclaimer- blah, balh ,blah, The only people that are mine are the people you don't recognize, and especially the bitchy drag queen, he/she is my favorite!
---------------------------------------------
So he was reduced to this, huh? Changing into drag in a gas station bathroom. What a life Todd had. He had walked around the city for hours before the sun finally decided to go down and he stumbled upon an old gas station that was completely deserted except for a young man seated behind the counter reading a book titled "Disco Blood Bath." Todd approached the guy and queried as to where the bathrooms were.
"Out back, dude," the guy answered, "but you need the key." He went back to his reading and Todd stared at him, then all around the gas station then back to "Roger", as his name tag read.
"Well, can I have it?" He asked. Roger looked up from his reading and appeared thoughtful for a moment and then nodded his head a few too many times before giving Todd the key. "Thank you," Todd said.
"Be careful with that," Roger said, dead serious.
Todd pushed open the doors and walked back outside where the sky was slowly getting darker and the temperature was slowly dropping. He turned the corner and found a sign that told him the bathroom was located at the very back of the building. He turned another corner and found that between the cement wall of the gas station and a high wood-post fence, a person sat on an upturned box, illuminated by a bare bulb. Whoever it was had long brown hair and was smoking a cigarette. They had yet to see Todd, and he approached warily.
"Hey, man," Todd said, "what are you doing smoking a cigarette behind a gas station?" The man turned to Todd and frowned. It wasn't an angry frown, more of a thoughtful one, as if he really didn't know why he was back here smoking.
"No one usually comes back here," the voice was raspy and light, "just looking for some privacy." Todd watched as he took a long drag of his cigarette and gestured towards the fence adjacent to him. "Plus, my mom would kill me if she knew I was smoking." Todd stood on the tips of his toes and looked over the top of the fence and saw an old house with a sleeping dog on the porch. "What are you doing back here?" The person on the box asked. Todd looked back at the guy, who couldn't have been any older than Todd himself, and debated whether or not to tell the truth.
"Just needed a place to change clothes," he said, holding up his bag and then gesturing to the bathroom door.
"You need a key to get in there," the guy said.
"I know," Todd told him, "I've got one right here." He held up the key. The man nearly fell off his box.
"You got the key!?" he asked, sounding extremely surprised. Todd nodded slowly, wondering what was so surprising about obtaining a key for a bathroom. "From Roger?" Todd thought back to when he was in the gas station and remembered that the name on the name tag had indeed been Roger.
"Yeah, that's what his name tag said," Todd told him.
"Wow, he must like you or something," the man said. Still not getting it, Todd asked him what he meant. "Roger never gives the key to anyone, believe me I've tried getting it, he thinks they'll steal it or something, I guess." Todd remembered back to how Roger had actually had to think about giving Todd the key and he couldn't help but laugh. "Well, I won't keep you any longer," the guy said, "go on and get changed." Todd nodded and slipped the key into the lock and slowly opened the bathroom door. Before entering, he turned back to the guy on the box.
"I'm Todd, by the way," he said. The guy on the box took another drag of his cigarette before answering.
"Parker," he said.
As soon as he stepped into the bathroom the lights came on automatically and Todd could tell that Roger really had never given out the key before. It was the cleanest gas station bathroom he had ever seen. It really was quite amazing; it even smelled like lemons.
Todd stripped his clothes off and looked at himself in the mirror. The mirror reflected everything from his navel up and he stepped back a few steps to get a better look at his body. There it was again. Right there where it always was, just hanging around. It's not like it was evil; it just wasn't what Todd had hoped for. He stepped back up to his bag and pulled out the first thing he would need for his transformation, a roll of silver duct tape.
-------------------------------------------------------
"I'm worried about him," Wanda said, speaking to the Brotherhood. They had all gathered in their small living room as soon as it was clear that Todd wasn't coming back any time soon. "You saw what happened earlier, something is seriously wrong."
"It kind of hurts thinking about it," Fred said, leaning back into the large sofa he was sharing with Lance, "right here," he said, pointing at his stomach. "I know there's something wrong, but I don't know what and because of that I can't help."
"Truer words have never been spoken," Pietro said, standing behind the chair Wanda was sitting in.
"Where did that come from?" Lance asked, looking at Pietro.
"What?"
"Truer words have never been spoken?" Lance said, "it just doesn't sound like a Pietro thing to say."
"I get weird when I get worried," Pietro told him. They were all quiet for awhile before Wanda finally broke the silence.
"We should go look for him," she told them. They boys all agreed quickly and when all three of them started for the door she said, "wait a second. One of us should stay here, that way, if he does come back, he'll know we waited for him." They all looked at each other for awhile before Fred agreed to stay and wait.
"Call me if you find him," he said as they headed out the door.
"We will," Pietro called back.
----------------------------------------
Todd stepped away from the mirror and couldn't help but think how natural he looked. He just felt so right now that he looked so much more feminine.
"This is how it should have been," he said, his eyes became moist for a moment before he wiped them dry. "So I'm no Marilyn Monroe, but I do look pretty good," he said. He had slipped on a red halter-top that exposed his mid section and a black skirt that came to just below his knee. Sure, he was still wearing his old sneakers, and there was nothing he could do about the hair on his legs or around his navel for now, but Todd felt right. Staring at himself in the mirror, a chill ran up his spine and something clicked in his brain. He smiled at his reflection and, with great satisfaction, threw his old clothes into the trash.
He pushed the bathroom door open and stepped out into the soft glow of the single bulb hanging from a wire just outside the bathroom door. Remembering the bulb made him remember Parker and his stomach felt like it was dropping to the ground as he spun around to see if Parker was still sitting on his box. Parker was indeed still there, his cigarette butt smashed into the ground, a look of pure shock on his face. How could Todd have forgotten about him? What was going to happen now? As all the possibilities of what Parker might do ran through Todd's head, a most unexpected thing happened, Parker started laughing. Todd's cheeks burned red and his eyes dropped to the ground.
"I'm sorry, " Parker laughed, "it's just not what I expected you to look like when you came out of there!" He gained control of his laughter and asked, "so, are you dressed like that for a costume party or something?" Todd shook his head.
"I'm dressed like this for me," he said, "This is who I am." Parker was staring straight at Todd again and, just as before, Todd's cheeks turned red and he dropped his eyes to the ground.
"I think that's pretty cool of you, Todd," Parker said, "being who you are and not trying to be something else."
"Really?" Todd asked. Parker nodded enthusiastically.
"You better believe it," he said, "you shouldn't try and hide who you are, and you shouldn't care what people think." Todd nodded his head and shifted his stance on the ground. "I'll see you later, Todd," Parker said as he stood up and hoisted himself over the fence and into his back yard. Todd peeked over the top of the wood posts and watched as Parker reached the back door, looked back for a moment, then entered his house.
"See you later, Parker," Todd said under the bare bulb of the gas station bathroom.
-------------------------------------
"So he just punched you?" Kurt asked, looking down at Scott's head being cradled in Jean's lap as they sat on the couch at the institute.
"For the last time, Kurt," Scott said, "yes, that is exactly what happened. I'm tired of telling everybody so just leave me alone, please." Scott had come home with a nose gushing blood and it didn't take long for it to get around the institute what had happened. His nose wasn't broken, but it had bled for twenty minutes before stopping, and there were dark circles forming under his eyes. Everyone was quick to ask about what had happened, and Kurt had sat through the story three times, laughing harder through each telling.
"It's one of the funniest things I've ever heard!" Kurt said, holding his sides as he doubled over, still laughing.
"Yeah, well it isn't that funny, in fact, it wasn't funny at all," Scott told him.
"I think it's pretty funny," Logan said, emerging from out of nowhere. Scott sighed and put on a sarcastic smile.
"Can we please drop it?" He said in an overly sweet voice. "I'm sick of talking about it."
"Just because you don't talk about it doesn't mean it didn't happen," Jean said absentmindedly, thumbing through a magazine. Logan took a seat in a cushioned chair opposite Jean and Scott and they all sat there in silence for a long while before anyone spoke.
"I'm hungry," Kurt said, standing up.
"You're always hungry," Scott said.
"You're always bitchy," Kurt told him.
"That's because I hate you," Scott said. Kurt smiled down at him.
"Hey," he said, holding up a fist, "don't make me punch you."
-------------------------------------------------
Todd left the gas station, barely remembering to return the precious key to Roger before leaving, the man giving him the strangest looks the whole time, and had headed straight for a strip of clubs two miles from the boarding house. He stayed as far away from the boarding house as he could while he made his way to the clubs. Twice he swore that he saw Lance's jeep drive past him and twice his heart skipped a beat.
------------------------------------------
"That is the ugliest check I have ever seen," Lance said, pointing to a person walking on the sidewalk at a brisk pace as he, Pietro and Wanda continued there search for Todd.
"Cute outfit, though," Wanda commented.
---------------------------------------------------------
So here he was, exactly where he wanted to be, right? Todd had found what he had been looking for. Lines of gay clubs, all of them booming with business, were laid out before him. He walked straight in the door of a club called "Cherries" and bowled over a drag queen just to get inside. A big guy with bleached hair stopped him on the way in and asked him for his so identification.
"I'm twenty one," Todd lied to the man, it was extremely obvious that what he said wasn't true.
"I need to see some identification, kid," he said, "or you can't go in." Todd sighed and was about to leave when the drag queen he had knocked over on the way in hobbled up to the where Todd was standing.
"You broke the heal on my new pumps you bitch!" The queen said in the most feminine voice Todd had ever heard, the only thing hinting at his sex was his five o-clock shadow.
"I'm sorry, sir, I mean ma'am," Todd said.
"That's not gonna bring these back!" she said, thrusting the shoes at Todd and giving him a shove. The bouncer guy stepped up and told the drag queen to back off.
"Hell no I won't back off," the queen said, and pulling her hand back as far as she could, bitch slapped the bouncer. Todd's eyes flew open and his jaw hit the floor. The bouncer was just as shocked as Todd, probably more so. Todd had no idea what he would do back, but he got his answer when the bouncer wound up and slapped the drag queen back. As the bouncer and the drag queen fought it out, Todd slipped into the club and into a new chapter of his life.
A/N- Next chapter will contain explicit and dark scenes.