In Dimmsdale Park, people were enjoying environment of preserved nature as kids were running around, playing several sports with their family and friends. In a midst of the park where the benches and tables takes place along with convenient store, Timmy and her friends were sitting as most enjoy the lunch. Couple of feet away were popular kids from their school, chatting about their common interests.

"Any idea what they're talking about?" Chloe asked.

Apparently, the popular kids were talking about current trends of fashions, idols, and their appearances in the articles.

"No, I don't speak 'preps'…" Gary replied.

Timmy rolled her eyes, held unfinished drink and sandwiches as she was obviously losing her appetite from the presence of Tristan. She was then bumped into someone who were talking to him. Angry by Tad and Chad's laughter, she was about to snap at whoever bumped to her.

"WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING, AS—"

She paused to see Vernon was the one who bumped onto her. He seemed surprised by her outburst as he stood still, either scared or shy. His blue eyes shaken a little by how close their distance are, then sees the drink poured on her shirt. Tristan even blinked by Timmy's angry yell.

"Nice wig, Turner," Tad snickered as Chad laughed, "where did you made from~?"

"YOUR DADDY'S CHEST CHAIR." Timmy growled in snarky manner before leaving, didn't even give Vernon a time to apologize.

Stressful by the popular kid's presence, Timmy dumped the trash in a bin and punched the tree HARD enough to leave a fist mark on, causing her friends to jolt.

"Say, how about we head off to arcade?" Chester said, attempting to calm her.

"Yeah, let's not care about those snobs and try that new Crimson Cheek game~!" Elmer added.

With small smile Timmy nodded, having no idea what is awaiting her later as she walked her way to arcade next to the Dimmsdale Mall with her close friends. As usual, Timmy had a high records among the kids in Crimson Cheek VS Bronze Armada, Zombie Apocalypse, VTR shooting games, etc. Gary only laughed as Chester and Elmer's jaw dropped. AJ rolled his eyes but smiled.

"We played all games and we still have much time! What do we do now?" Chester asked.

"Where we all love to go~," Timmy smiled, "to the Comic book store~!"

They cheered as they went to the bookstore to look for new comic books. They split to find their respective favorite ones as Timmy looked for several in shoujo manga section. Picked the last copy with the title of "How To Survive The Life of Villainess". Hearing a small commotion and familiar "girly" voice, she internally groaned and turned to see the familiar figure arguing with the comic book store owner about last copy of the manga Timmy had picked.

"Hey, may I help you?" She approached to them.

The figure turned to see her. Flawless long black hair, familiar blue eyes. The lavender aura of vanity lingered still, but different. It has scent of sweetness and floral grace. This one, was none other than Tristan Tang. Only not in his usual attire, but crossdressed as a girl. His eyes slightly widen to see someone he least expect to see.

"You wanted this?" Timmy asked as she held a manga book.

As he remained speechless, she purchased the manga and gave it to him.

"Umm, thank you…"

In appearance of a girl, Tristan's voice was surprisingly feminine. In fact, very. As if no one would suspect his true gender.

"You're welcome."

Despite her initial foul mood, she decided not to expose him and his secret hobbies as she played along. Since she clearly knows Tristan's usual and in crossdressing persona are polar opposites. When he always was narcissistic, self-absorbed, spoiled braggart in days, on his secret penchants for things his "friends" will find girlish, he is named as…

"…I-I'm Trixie! Trixie… Tang." He stuttered.

"Ohh, I'm Timantha Turner. But I prefer someone to call me Timmy," she replied casually, "so… you're related to Tristan?"

He flinched, but nervously nodded. The another reason brunette didn't want to deal with him further, was because of his "bipolar" sides. As "Trixie", he was sweet, fun-loving, a little shy but friendly. She was conflicted.

"Well, guess I'll be leaving then…" Timmy was about to leave the spot before she felt a hand grabbing hers.

"Wait…!"

She blinked as she turned to face him.

"I… want to repay for earlier…" 'Trixie' timidly added, "Next week is my Birthday and… I don't have friends to celebrate with…"

Timmy wanted to scoff. She was no fool to believe his words. True, he has "friends" but they were just his lackeys. And she was fully aware that next week is his birthday and still remembered the last one she was invited. Last day she was rejected by Tristan in a most cruelest way.

'Good ol' memories…' Timmy internally sighed, glanced at him.

Her heart swayed slightly by his nervous, pleading look. Possibly because he was in his "Trixie" persona, or he looked freakin' pretty as a girl.

"Listen, as much as that sounds great, I have some things to do with my friends," she saw his expression faltered as she took "her" pink iPhone, "how about this, at a day before your b-day, meet me here in Dimmsdale Mall's plaza? We could hang out."

His blue eyes sparkled a bit as she gave him his phone back, his eyes glanced and realized she have given him her number. Hearing her friends calling out, Timmy waved to him as she walked to them leaving "Trixie" dazed with blush before smiling brightly.

Much later back in house, Timmy was sitting by her desk and contemplating. Cosmo, Wanda and Poof appeared behind her, curious. She kept thinking what would be a fitting present for "Trixie". She reminded herself this is NOT for Tristan, it's for his another persona. Because her instinct kept tells her that is what his true sides are. Finally coming up with an idea, she began to sharpen her pencils and scribble on her notes.

Meanwhile, in Tang mansion, Tristan entered his room as his parents were absent. He changed his feminine attires until the corset and undergarments were the ones left. Too lazy to change to his casuals, he laid on his wide purple, violet bed. Recalling his recent encounter with his "former admirer", he felt his cheeks warm. It's been a while he had seen her content expression.

'Maybe because she doesn't know who I was…' with bashful smile, he looked at his second, pink iPhone screen as it buzzed with her message of greeting, '…can't wait for the day…'

Throughout several days, Timmy and Gary were looking up the internet shopping to look up for fitting gift "Trixie" would like.

"I don't know why I put up with my pink-hatted creator…" Gary stretched himself, yawning.

"Awww, because you love me~!" Timmy smiled playfully and smacked his shoulder.

Hiding his small blush, Gary let out a "tch".

"Yeah, yeah…"

Poof was playing with ribbons as Eddie carried several sized gift boxes. Cosmo and Wanda poofed as they looked over.

"Well, Timmy, don't you think giving him a "handmade" gifts would be better?" Wanda suggested.

"Or give him a dead frog~?" Cosmo poofed a dead frog.

"Eww, no!" Gary and Timmy gagged.

"Besides, all I have now is my short story mangas and my handmade B-Day card!" Timmy said as she held them out.

"Aren't your comics, or manga, BL…?" Gary pointed out.

"Still! You know I got good reviews in my blog…" Timmy pouted before sighing, "I guess these are all I get for the gifts."

"Awww, sweetie. I think he will like them." Wanda smiled.

"Hope so…," looking at the clock she took a deep breath, "I wish I was in Dimmsdale Mall."

Gary gave her a thumb up as good luck as she waved, poofed in front of Dimmsdale Mall. Due to being a morning, there aren't a single person in plaza. Timmy held a white paper bag of her handmade gifts and looked at the clock. Few minutes before it strike to nine. She sat on the bench, waiting as she was unaware of the presence of her former crush.

Tristan was distance away behind her. This time, not in his "girl" outfits but as usual appearance, feeling a little nervous.

'All I can do is just say hello… tell her that I'm 'Trixie', and apologize…'

With determined smile, he was about to call out her name before he heard a familiar voice that called him.

"Tristan?"

He cringed internally as he turned to see Vernon, Tad and Chad. The blond, 'less popular' boy's voice even caught Timmy's attention.

"You're here too? I thought you said you'd be in Stardust cafe." Vernon tilted his head.

"Well, I…" Tristan stuttered.

Timmy was about to leave, before she was blocked by Tad and Chad. Noticing what she was holding, Tad was first to snatch the paper bag from her.

"Hey! Give them back!" Timmy yelled.

"Hey, Chad~," Tad snickered, pulled out the card and notebooks, "look what we have here~!"

Chad laughed as Tad looked through, taunting her drawings and talents before tossing them on a ground. Chad was about to stomp on them before Timmy angrily punched his face, shocking the twins.

"I said give them back!" She hissed.

"Who do you think you are!" Tad glared before he roughly shoved her to the point she was hit on the empty fountain, hurting the back of her head.

Tristan and Vernon gasped. Timmy rubbed off something from back of her head, seeing there was slight blood smudged. Tad and Chad obviously stepped back, as Tad didn't mean to hurt her that much. The Asian-American popular boy was about to speak but interrupted.

"HEY!" Vernon stood next to Timmy, helping her up as he glared at them, "You two have gone too far this time! Apologize her NOW!"

Tad and Chad tried to make up an excuse, but Vernon was too sick of their bullying act anymore.

"You know what! Until you two snapped out of yourselves and became a REAL human beings, I'M OUT OF YOUR LEAGUE!" Vernon growled.

He was about to help Timmy, but she stiffly rejected his offer.

"Forget it. I don't need your FAKE sympathy, Star."

Holding back her tears, Timmy gave one last resentful look at Tristan and ran off. Her expectation from him was completely gone she didn't care she left her gifts behind. As Vernon continuously scolded the popular twins and left as they went after him, Tristan was the only one remained, looked down at the gifts made by her. He kneeled down, picked them up. Tears nearly welled up as he looked at them. She spent days making them, for him. And what did he do when Tad and Chad ganged up on her? Nothing. Holding the paper bag of her handmade presents, Tristan frantically searched for her, hoping she didn't left the mall yet. Minutes passed and no sign of her, he became more desperate he didn't care the sky was already cloudy with rains. Normally he would fuss about his hair or clothes getting wet, but his priority was the brunette. Unable to look for her, he then walked changed destination, which was Timmy's house.

Meanwhile, Timmy was actually in a stairway of the mall, crouching on a wall and head down. Eyes shut as she refuse to shed a single tear. She have never felt so stupid—no, it was just like the time she have been constantly rejected by the popular boy.

'I should've known…' She bitterly thought.

Feeling someone stood front of her, she slowly looked up to see Vernon.

"What do you want…" She looked down again.

Within seconds of awkward silence, Vernon sat next to her before giving her the handkerchief.

"Is back of your head okay…?" He asked.

She glanced at the handkerchief, before taking it.

"Yeah…"

Vernon remained silent.

"… you sure you're not gonna hang with them anymore?" Timmy asked.

"…I won't. And I'm not gonna regret it," The blond replied, "they're not even my real friends, anyway…"

"Oh…"

"…well, today's gonna be rainy soon, can I take you home?" He asked, his tone still awkward.

She shook her head no, made small smile at his generous offer.

"It's okay…," she stood up as he did so, "what are you gonna do without them?"

"I dunno… I can stay home… I won't be having any photo shooting this Summer." He shrugged.

"…then you're welcomed to hang with me and my friends sometimes." She walked away, waving her hand.

Timmy walked out of mall, seeing the sky already turn cloudy with rains, although it wasn't pouring.

'Cosmo, Wanda, Poof, Gary… Eddie would be worried…, I really should head home…'

She walked her way to home, didn't want to think go anything but resting. Spotting a crouching figure by her house, she stopped. Her bloodshot blue eyes narrowed slightly. Approaching to see Tristan, she looked down at him.

Hearing footsteps, Tristan immediately looked up to see Timmy. His long hair was wet from rain and his clothes soaked. He formed a smile as wave of relief filled his stomach.

"Timmy—"

"Tristan Tang," she began, her tone cold as ice, "why the hell are you doing this…"

He paused.

"Why are you here…" she demanded his answer.

"I… I couldn't find you, so… I waited here…" He answered.

"What are you, my babysitter?" Timmy scowled, "waiting here for hours here… you're creeping me out."

Taken back by her heartless remarks, he stiffened. Carefully, he held out a paper bag she left behind at the mall.

"No, you keep it. It's a gift after all," her blue eyes didn't have a single light, "Trixie Tang."

His eyes widened. Bolts of realization hit him hard with the fact Timmy knew who he was. Fear overwhelmed his mind, scared what would she do. Either exposing his "freakish" side to everyone or—

"Do you think I'm petty enough to expose you dressed in drag?" She asked.

He wildly shook his head no.

"THIS is why I am so sick of you…, scared to lose that so-called popularity you're pretending to be an arrogant son of trollop who thinks everyone loves you," She glared, her words were stabbing him, "then just because I lost interest in you, you refuse to admit I hate you to the point you're here now like some stalker…!"

Tristan remained silent, taking in all her painful words because she was right. Even in this moment, he cared for his reputation when she learned of his identity as crossdresser.

"Did you even bother to ask WHY I liked you or wasted my time making those for you?! Because I liked you better when you looked happy when you were just being yourself!"

He glanced at her, eyes still wide.

'She… liked me…? Because I wasn't a popular boy, but just me…?'

"But now… I don't know if I should even hang with you…" her eyes were full of contempt.

"….eh..?"

"Even now, you're just an empty barrel who would simply cling on superficial affection as a star, or too cowardly to even be nice and honest. You're WORTHLESS to me." She turned away, slammed the door shut before he could speak.

He remained still as now the rain was beginning to pour. Gary, Eddie and her fairies witnessed entire thing.

"Ha! Serves him right…" Gary shook his head and went back in a treehouse with Eddie.

But to Cosmo, Wanda and Poof, they begged to differ. Especially when they watched the long black-haired boy broke down in tears.

Next day was too exhausting for Tristan Tang. His eyes had heavy bags under his eyes as he took shower and changed into his casual clothes.

'Vernon was really different yesterday…,' he recalled the time his "friend" stood up for Timmy when he couldn't, '… I envy his courage…'

Every moment he do, he couldn't help but glance at his pink iPhone he used as "Trixie" instead of his purple one. No message or call from Timmy. He felt as if another tears would pour down but he immediately shook his head.

'She would never talk to me, or even look at me,' he sniffled, 'just like she always did before…'

He felt enormous portion of remorse and forlorn. Cursing himself for his mistakes and previous misconception of her as some other girls who liked him for his looks. She had constantly asked him out because she wanted to know more about him. Not as just a boy, but as person. She LIKED him for who he was. Because he wasn't in his facade narcissistic, selfish braggart side but because he was just himself.

"Tristan? Your friends and guest would be here in an hour."

He heard his father called from outside his room. Tristan was about to reply, then he heard a buzz from his phone. "Trixie's" phone. He stormed towards his desk and held it, looked at the screen as it was a message, from her.

"You better finished that comics I made for you. Don't make fun of that card too! It took me days to make it. Happy B-Day, Tristan Tang."

Tristan gazed at the screen displaying the message as new one popped.

"If the party's bored, just skip it and we can have 'girl date'… not that I would wait for you!"

Tears finally dropped from his eyes, smiling brightly. His father peeked and saw him wiping his tears but his smile remained. Whatever happened in late morning, it must be something that made his son happy. And that's what matter the most.

"Dad…can you tell them I'm not feeling well…? Tristan asked.

Mr. Tang blinked in confusion, then with a sigh, he smiled with a nod before closing the door. Tristan dashed towards his large closet, pulling out box of makeups.

Back in Turner's house, Timmy sighed as she looked at her phone.

"You're doing the right thing, honey." Her pink-haired godmother patted her with supportive smile.

Looking at the phone, Timmy hopped off from her bed.

"Cosmo, Wanda. I wish for the new clothes. Boyish ones." She smiled.