°Three weeks later°
I slowly wake up. The sounds of heavy breathing, and occasional grunts of my cell mates signifying to me that it wasn't nine yet. And that they had opted for working out this morning.
I lean up an stretch. A small morning moan escaping my lips. I freeze. And silence falls through the cell.
That sounded way to feminine.
I clear my throat a few times. Trying to get a feel for my voice. But I notice something off.
Shit. My testosterone pills have worn off. "Um. Vanta. What-What was that?" I hear Felix ask.
I peek my head out from my curtain. Only to see every man in the cell now sporting a hard on.
God dammit.
"I uh. Voice cracked or something. Just woke up."
My eyes widen. As does everyone else's. The voice that just came out of me. Was my old, beautiful woman voice.
Sharkface adjusts himself uncomfortably. "I uh." I try and deepen it manually. "Sorry, guys. I must be getting sick."
As I spoke all I could think about was that I sound like Mulan. Pretending to be a man.
The looks I was getting from my cellmates was gold. I'd be laughing. If it wasn't for the fact that it might blow my cover. Just then, thankfully the Bell rings and the cell doors slide open.
"You should probably go see the doctors." Felix says slowly, unsurely. I blush looking down. "You know I was Just thinking the same thing." I slowly move down from my bunk. I notice Wash giving me odd looks.
He'd been different since after the attack.
He was a lot more introverted. Serious. His voice even seemed to once gorgeous toned stomach, was now a knotted scarred mess. Though, he still had the muscle beneath.
I had cried and hugged him when he was well enough. Feeling awful. And that it was my fault.
I think I overreacted because of stress. Stress- and I started my period THE next day.
He had been completely shocked though. That I thought it was my fault. And told me firmly that it was not. And I should stop being silly.
He catches me looking at him and he jerks away. Blushing and rolling over in his bed. I make a face and move out of the cell.
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I sit in the doctors office impatiently. As Grey and Doc argued over a dosage.
"Ehem?" I say loudly. Catching both their attentions. They kept getting distracted every time I told them why I'd come in.
"Right. Sorry Black. You're here because?" "I need testosterone. Now. Just listen to my voice." Both their eye's widen.
"That's a problem" Grey says in an overly cheerful voice. I roll my eyes, "No shit sherlock. Now fix it."
"No can do. Sorry." "WHAT!"
Doc shakes his head. "We can't legally bring testosterone into the prison. Besides, even if we did." Doc pauses walking towards me. "It'd take at least 3 months to start working on you again. Since it's worn off."
Grey nods, "And I think your voice is the least of your problems sweetie." I cast her a look. "How so?"
"How did you lose weight? Before you came to the prison? What was the time frame and how'd you do it?" She asks. I pause thinking. "I didn't eat hardly anything. And about Two months. Why?"
She shakes her head. "Your body, wants to go back to the way it was. And with the testosterone out of your system, unless you work off every extra carb you get you're going to pop right back to an hourglass." I scowl. "Fuck. Then GIve me some!" She shakes her head.
"I can't! I can give you pills to stop your period. But that's it. You have to figure it out on your own. Also, it gets worse."
I groan. "How could it possibly get worse?"
"You know how animals, track and find mates by smell?"
"Yes? What's this have to do with-" "Hush! Well. They work off pheromones. Humans have pheromones too. And are actually quite susceptible to them."
My stomach drops as I start to see what she's saying.
"Now, as the testosterone is gone. And your estrogen levels are rising, your body is about to release a bunch. Now the men, all they're going to know is, they're suddenly horny. And can't stop thinking about; You."
She boops my nose. Making me scowl.
"What do I do?" She shrugs. "Really, there's not much you can do. Act more like a man I guess. Like, start to put off a very butch vibe. Even then, I don't know Vanta. This is a tuff gig."
I sigh. "God dammit."
Doc pats my back. "Cheer up. The sooner you get this solved the sooner you can leave.
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"Alright newbies! Guess you're not newbies no more. Drop your Pants boys. You're getting into blue now." Andersmith says loudly.
All the people who'd been brought in on our import were here. All dressed in neon orange.
They start undressing. Wash was beside me. He drops his pants like everyone else. My eyes can't stop themselves from falling straight to his ass. He was in underwear still. But, damn. Was that a fine booty.
I move away from the group, Andersmith holds a blue uniform to me, as he gestures to a door for me to enter.
As I move in he follows locking the door behind me. Turning, he leans against it and stares at me. "Sup?" I ask. He shakes his head chuckling.
"You're gaining weight black. Your fine lady ass is making a reappearance."
I grab my butt in shock. Sure enough, it was starting to get meaty again. Like a girls. "God dammit. Already?" He chuckles. "Alright Black. Strip. We don't got all day."
I look at him unsurely. Now uncomfortable in a room with him, given my recent discovery of his, suspiciousness.
He crosses his arms. Sucking his teeth lightly. He nods his head and quirks an eyebrow.
"Aren't you going to turn away?" I ask unsurely. He always does.
He shrugs. "Damn Black. Didn't know you were such a prude. Just change."
He doesn't make a move to show he was going to look away anytime soon. I grimace and start to undress. Painfully aware that his eyes were trained on me, in the most vulgar, and inconsiderate ways.
I finally pull on the last piece of my new navy blue prison clothes. They were softer than the scratchy orange ones. 626C on the chest pocket just like the last.
I gather up my old orange jumper. And Move towards Andersmith, shoving it into his chest. "Asshole." I mutter. He chuckles. Unlocking the door.
"Can't blame a man for wanting to enjoy a show when it's there babe." I make a disgusted face at him. "What the fucks gotten into you?" I demand.
He swings the door open and gestures me out. I give him an odd look. But move to leave, as I do I feel a very hard Whap on my ass.
"ANDERSMITH!" I growl whirling around. Oblivious to the watching other inmates.
He holds a smug smirk for a brief moment before his face flashes to anger. And suddenly a fist crashes into my face. I groan, before his hand is curling into my hair and dragging me to look at him.
"Don't speak to me that way. Inmate!"
He leans closer to my ear. Before whispering, "Sorry. It's for the show, your face was looking girly again."
As he pulls away I grumble. "Warning would be nice." He exhales in amusement and shoves me away.
"Alright inmates! Move your asses! We've got a new lot of you to sort through!"
I give the man I once trusted a cautious look. What game was he playing at? He used to feel awful for having to hit me. That time, he seemed to almost enjoy it.
I shudder, but brush it off. He must just be having problems at home.
Wash sets a gentle hand on my shoudler. I look up at him. Kind Blue eyes gazing down at me. "You alright Vanta? Damn."
He brings a hand to my cheek, taking me entirely by surprise. He brushes his thumb over the tender swollen surface. Wiping away a stroke of blood, I hadn't realized had been bleeding.
"There ya go. That's the Handsome face we all know." I do a double take and back away from his warm hands. As much as I liked the attention, I could NOT allow myself to be soft. I have to be Butch.
"Woah man. Thanks and all, but eh." I deepen my voice and scratch the back of my head. His eyes widen and he takes a step back. As if realizing what he'd been doing.
I remember Delta saying He was Bisexual. Oh holy shit. Was he- did Wash Like me?
"Oh man. I'm sorry, I just-meant like. You were bleeding and stuff. I uh- I hear there's a party in the cafeteria. Let's go there." He stutters awkwardly.
Oh. My. God.
A bisexual man likes me. While thinking I'm a man. Is this like- a sin?
He moves to walk away awkwardly. I follow, my naughty side wanting to indulge him and maybe flirt. What can I Say, him Felix, Locus and Sharkface. Oh and Church, man, they honestly do get me hot and bothered.
But if they suspected me for a moment, my cover would be in jeopardy. It wouldn't be worth it.
Hmm. I wonder what this party thing he was talking about though.
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Upon entering the Cafeteria, I see colored toliet paper strung from the lights 'decoratively' all the tables were pushed to the side. With many inmates sitting on them. The center of the room was clear tile, at the front of the room I see a large radio and speakers, playing music loudly.
All the inmates were cheering. I approach with Wash at my side. The two of us curious as to what was happening.
I notice Wash throwing occasional anxious glances at the wall. That had been only recently been removed entirely of his blood.
I grab his hand softly and give it a squeeze and shoot him a small smile. Before letting it go and moving to see what everyone was cheering for.
As I push through the crowd I finally am able to make the music out.
"PACK IT UP!
PACK IT IN!
LET ME BEGIN!
I CAME TO WIN!
BATTLE ME THATS A SIN!"
Some song by what I assume is House of Pain blared loudly. But as I turned my head to the cafeteria floor my jaw dropped.
Felix and Sharkface were shirtless having a dance off.
Sweat glistened off Sharkys chest. As he battled Felix who seemed to be enjoying himself immensely.
I spot Locus and Move to sit beside the man. He casts me a glance and smiles. Patting the seat on the table beside him.
I plop down. "Who's winning?" I ask. He rolls his eyes. "The undefeated dancing champion Felix. As he likes to brag." Locus says boredly.
Sure enough, As Sharkface was dancing. Some newfangled hip hop moves Felix was going off like a rocket. Spinning, and doing back hand springs. He must be really fucking flexible.
I watch in shock. And slight arousion. As they were both pretty sexy.
The song grows louder before ending. Everyone claps and cheers as Sharkface puts his hands in the air.
Felix then smugly pushes him aside raising his arms like he was parting the red damn sea. Everyone clapped and hooted loudest for him. He grins shouting yeah in triumph. Sharkface rolls his eyes flipping him off.
"Awwe don't be a sore loser fishstick!" He teases. Sharkface moves to sit with another group. I watch with interest wondering who'll be the next contestant.
"Alright? Who's up next? Who's man enough to try and beat me? Huh? Anyone? Ah you're all a bunch a pussies!" Felix taunted. Walking back and forth dangerously.
Suddenly Locus has his hand on my back and pushes me forwards onto the floor. I stumble lightly and jerk around to face The dark skinned man.
He smirks playfully. "Let's see what you got." He chuckles. I scowl, turning around to tell Felix I wasn't dancing, but as I looked up at him. His chest so strong and gleaming, with nice tribal and some sick steam punk tatoos across his his built chest, and down one arm I melted. And found myself unable to say anything.
"So Vanta think you can challenge the champion? I wont go easy on you." He says cockily. A song suddenly starts playing. It sounded like dubstep.
Everyone started cheering. I turn and glance backwards. Everyone was clapping an whistling. I felt like I was in a movie. But setting my jaw, I decide. Why the hell not. Let's show Felix what dancing really was.
I jump. Crossing my legs as I land and doing a quick spin followed by a flurry of steps and kicks. I hear 'Oohs' and can't help a grin that comes to my face.
Felix nods approvingly before holding a hand up as if to say, 'Watch this'.
Then, right in cue to the music he starts high stepping in place. His feet sliding easily over the floor. I smirk crossing my arms and rolling my eyes. As I start to do a perfect robot.
Everyone claps loudly for me. Making Felix frown. As he dances more. Doing a popping hip thrust real quick with his hands on his hips, before scooting his feet all around.
Everyone was going wild. I smirk. Dropping so I was drooped like a puppet with loose strings. Before doing a twitching thing, where it looked as though different parts of my body weren't connected and being jerked by strings.
Then I suddenly dropped to the ground in splits, using the falling momentum I push with my right arm, and jump up into the air. Tucking tightly I throw my legs upward into a tight backflip before landing and spinning on heel going into a moonwalk.
Everyone was going absolutely insane now.
Felix huffs and drops to the ground, and starts break dancing like mad. At one point flipping up onto his head and spinning before coming back down.
He nods before jumping up skillfully and body rolling. While tossling his forearms in front of him.
I shake my head and start to jazz dance in place. Sparkly hands and all. Swinging my hips wildly.
I hear whistles. Wash is suddenly at the radio and shouts, "LIGHTNING ROUND!" he throws me a thumbs up. Changing the radio suddenly to a TOP song.
Felix gives me a glance but shrugs. Quickly adjusting to do a goofy little tap thing. I rol my eyes and start grooving to the tunes. A moment later it switches to some fast paced girly pop song.
Felix suddenly grins. "Beat this Black!" As he dropped to a squat and to my shocked eyes and everyone else's began twerking.
All the gay guys went nuts. I had to admit,I wanted to whistle at him. He had a nice man ass. I smirk. "Watch how it's done." As I dropped into a similar position and began doing the same.
Everyone went wild.
The music changed and suddenly five fingered death punch came on. I grinned and started to violently head bang yelling along with the song.
After a few more songs, and Felix and I dancing The music was cut. The both of us exhausted.
Felix steps up to the crowd, getting a sizable applause. Then I made my way forward. Everyone was clapping and stomping. Hooting and whistling. I grin looking at Felix.
"I think there's a new champion." I grin. He rolls his eyes, but he's smiling. Suddenly everyone's moving forward and I'm being picked up. I squeal excitedly as they carry me in the mob. Cheering 'Vanta Vanta Vanta!' I smile.
Who knew prison would be awesome.
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At the moment the party was starting to come to an end. Apparently when the newbies have been here long enough to change from orange to blue, the senior inmates throw a soiree to celebrate. Because it's prison and they need distractions.
At the moment I was walking with Church. He was chatting on about some stupid shit that Caboose did, or that Tucker said. We walk past the kitchen doors. I wasn't paying special attention, but, I heard a groan and suddenly the sound of falling metal could be heard from within.
I turn my head. Eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Ignore it black. Probably just some gay guys getting it on in the kitchen." I shake my head, "What if it's like that thing With Wash and Epsilon?"
Church rolls his eyes. "Ugh, fine. But if it's Gay stuff I'm leaving." It was my turn to roll my eyes as we enter.
The lights were dimmed extremely low. So only the vague outlines of things could be seen.
Except for a door near the very back, a light was flicked on inside, and through the rectangular glass it flooded in a perfect line down to the ground. Right beside it however, pressed against the door, eyes shut, and mouth gaped open was a man. Who currently has one hand grappling for purchase on a counter, that once probably had pans on top. His other holding another mans head firmly to his Groin.
"See gay stuff." Church whispers quietly in my ear. I hear his footsteps trod away, but my eyes are glued onto the mans face.
Andersmiths face.
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::Author note::
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ocus 8
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