Do I have to be a cheerleader? -10/?
The table is pretty silent for the whole dinner, with the occasional polite requests of more food and questions about their day at school or work. Patrick doesn’t say a word. Kevin can’t help but glance sideways at his…brother? Sister? Eh.
After the dessert the Stumph family moves in the living room, the adults on the couch, their sons in the armchairs, Kevin watching TV but stretching his hear on the conversation between Patrick and their parents. It’s Mrs Stumph who carries on the conversation; Mr Stumph still feels too uncomfortable, but tries his best not to look away from his son -uh, daughter?-, not to break his (her?) feelings.
“So,” Mrs Stumph starts, determined and self-confident, not showing her awkwardness for the situation anymore, “tell us why you’re a girl now.”
Patrick takes a long breath before explaining as best as he can: “I simply woke up like this in the morning. It all started like always, with the alarm clock going off and me heading to the bathroom, but right there I saw my body was different, with boobs, rounder hips, longer hair and the whole package. It was so sudden and unexpected and, well, impossible, that I fainted,” he says, blushing at the memory, “Then…after freaking out for a bit, of course, I heard Kevin leaving for school and…I got ready to go to school as well…”
”Wait,” his mother interrupts him, all wide eyed, “you went to school anyway?”
Patrick sighs, “I thought about not going and hiding in my room, hoping this thing would disappear, but then you’d come in my room forcing me to go to school and see me like that. So I stol-- rented one of your bras,” he flushes bright red, not looking at his mother, “and went to school… Thinking back at it I now know it was a stupid move, because my other schoolmates would have busted me, but luckily no one has ever paid attention to me before and didn’t notice neither that Patrick Stumph has vanished, nor that the new student Trisha Stump, randomly appeared when the school year has already started, looks surprisingly like him,” Patrick continues, all worked up and still angry for being ignored for a whole year and a half of high school, and possibly even back in the years.
"It’s okay sweetie,” his mother tries to calm him, resting a hand on his knee, smiling softly. Patrick relaxes a bit.
“Well,” she says looking at her husband, “I think we have to continue this play until this thing wears off-“
“If it does…” Patrick mutters.
“-and we have to get organized,” she continues, ignoring Patrick, “Well, first of all you need a more girly attire…”
“Oh no, no, absolutely not. I don’t want to wear skirts and dresses. I already know going shopping for bras and panties will be shameful enough. I’m perfectly fine with what is in my wardrobe, I just need some damned underwear,” Patrick stands up, defending his still being a male inside. He doesn’t feel confident enough to freeze his ass wearing something that doesn’t comfortably cover his legs and his (now female) crotch.
His mother sighs, joking about how she finally had the possibility to get some female complicity in the house and to go shopping with her daughter, and how Patrick is breaking her hopes. Her smile shows Patrick all her support and how his family is there for him, making the boy beam in relief; even Kevin and their father look more relaxed now.
“Okay, okay, let’s be serious now,” Mrs Stumph resumes the topic with a last giggle, “the school will need information like your address and such…But…were you serious when you said no one cared about you?” she asks unable to hide her sad tone in the voice.
“Yeah,” Patrick replies sulkily, “I had only a friend, but I’m pretty sure he doesn’t even remember where I live…I don’t think he’s ever come here anyway,” he adds, bitterly remembering of Joe who hasn’t even sent a message asking why he wasn’t at school.
“Then, uh…I guess we’re set? Nobody remembers of Patrick and nobody will investigate about his disappearance?” she tentatively says, cringing at the matter-of-fact.
“Yes…” Patrick confirms with a sigh, mentally waving goodbye to his old life. Not that he’s going to miss it.
“…What about changing our last name? They’ve always misspelled it, it won’t be that much of a problem if we all drop the ‘h’, like Patrick did…Sure, there will be tons of bumf to fill but…” Mr Stumph suggests, finally saying something.
“Yeah, why not,” his wife concedes, while Kevin chimes in, “Hey, what should I say at school?”
“Damn, you’re right…” their mother says, “Well, you can always say we were tired of people not getting our last name right and…oh hell, your friends know you have a brother…”
“Actually…” Kevin starts, not looking directly at Patrick, “I don’t think they remember him, he was always closed in his room when my friends were around…No offence, man…” he ends sheepishly, looking apologetic.
Patrick groans a bit, “It’s okay, Kev…at least it comes in handy in this situation…you can always say you have a sister…”
“A hot one,” Kevin grins, “and I won’t allow them to get closer to you in a radius smaller than 5 feet.”
Patrick grins back at his brother, blushing profusely for being defined ‘hot’.
“We’re all set now?” Mrs Stumph asks with a bright smile, “Anything else we need to know?”
“Well…” Patrick says, “I have some friends, finally, and…I’m a cheerleader,” he finally states, all shifty.
"You what?!"
A/N: meh,kinda cheesy and all 'oh,yeah,Patrick is a chick now,nice,no problem' but *shrugs*
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After the dessert the Stumph family moves in the living room, the adults on the couch, their sons in the armchairs, Kevin watching TV but stretching his hear on the conversation between Patrick and their parents. It’s Mrs Stumph who carries on the conversation; Mr Stumph still feels too uncomfortable, but tries his best not to look away from his son -uh, daughter?-, not to break his (her?) feelings.
“So,” Mrs Stumph starts, determined and self-confident, not showing her awkwardness for the situation anymore, “tell us why you’re a girl now.”
Patrick takes a long breath before explaining as best as he can: “I simply woke up like this in the morning. It all started like always, with the alarm clock going off and me heading to the bathroom, but right there I saw my body was different, with boobs, rounder hips, longer hair and the whole package. It was so sudden and unexpected and, well, impossible, that I fainted,” he says, blushing at the memory, “Then…after freaking out for a bit, of course, I heard Kevin leaving for school and…I got ready to go to school as well…”
”Wait,” his mother interrupts him, all wide eyed, “you went to school anyway?”
Patrick sighs, “I thought about not going and hiding in my room, hoping this thing would disappear, but then you’d come in my room forcing me to go to school and see me like that. So I stol-- rented one of your bras,” he flushes bright red, not looking at his mother, “and went to school… Thinking back at it I now know it was a stupid move, because my other schoolmates would have busted me, but luckily no one has ever paid attention to me before and didn’t notice neither that Patrick Stumph has vanished, nor that the new student Trisha Stump, randomly appeared when the school year has already started, looks surprisingly like him,” Patrick continues, all worked up and still angry for being ignored for a whole year and a half of high school, and possibly even back in the years.
"It’s okay sweetie,” his mother tries to calm him, resting a hand on his knee, smiling softly. Patrick relaxes a bit.
“Well,” she says looking at her husband, “I think we have to continue this play until this thing wears off-“
“If it does…” Patrick mutters.
“-and we have to get organized,” she continues, ignoring Patrick, “Well, first of all you need a more girly attire…”
“Oh no, no, absolutely not. I don’t want to wear skirts and dresses. I already know going shopping for bras and panties will be shameful enough. I’m perfectly fine with what is in my wardrobe, I just need some damned underwear,” Patrick stands up, defending his still being a male inside. He doesn’t feel confident enough to freeze his ass wearing something that doesn’t comfortably cover his legs and his (now female) crotch.
His mother sighs, joking about how she finally had the possibility to get some female complicity in the house and to go shopping with her daughter, and how Patrick is breaking her hopes. Her smile shows Patrick all her support and how his family is there for him, making the boy beam in relief; even Kevin and their father look more relaxed now.
“Okay, okay, let’s be serious now,” Mrs Stumph resumes the topic with a last giggle, “the school will need information like your address and such…But…were you serious when you said no one cared about you?” she asks unable to hide her sad tone in the voice.
“Yeah,” Patrick replies sulkily, “I had only a friend, but I’m pretty sure he doesn’t even remember where I live…I don’t think he’s ever come here anyway,” he adds, bitterly remembering of Joe who hasn’t even sent a message asking why he wasn’t at school.
“Then, uh…I guess we’re set? Nobody remembers of Patrick and nobody will investigate about his disappearance?” she tentatively says, cringing at the matter-of-fact.
“Yes…” Patrick confirms with a sigh, mentally waving goodbye to his old life. Not that he’s going to miss it.
“…What about changing our last name? They’ve always misspelled it, it won’t be that much of a problem if we all drop the ‘h’, like Patrick did…Sure, there will be tons of bumf to fill but…” Mr Stumph suggests, finally saying something.
“Yeah, why not,” his wife concedes, while Kevin chimes in, “Hey, what should I say at school?”
“Damn, you’re right…” their mother says, “Well, you can always say we were tired of people not getting our last name right and…oh hell, your friends know you have a brother…”
“Actually…” Kevin starts, not looking directly at Patrick, “I don’t think they remember him, he was always closed in his room when my friends were around…No offence, man…” he ends sheepishly, looking apologetic.
Patrick groans a bit, “It’s okay, Kev…at least it comes in handy in this situation…you can always say you have a sister…”
“A hot one,” Kevin grins, “and I won’t allow them to get closer to you in a radius smaller than 5 feet.”
Patrick grins back at his brother, blushing profusely for being defined ‘hot’.
“We’re all set now?” Mrs Stumph asks with a bright smile, “Anything else we need to know?”
“Well…” Patrick says, “I have some friends, finally, and…I’m a cheerleader,” he finally states, all shifty.
"You what?!"
A/N: meh,kinda cheesy and all 'oh,yeah,Patrick is a chick now,nice,no problem' but *shrugs*
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