Do I have to be a cheerleader? -1/?
title: Do I have to be a cheerleader? -1/?
pairing: eventually Peterick
pov: 3rd
rating: a general PG-13,i guess,nothing too big though
summary: Let's have a look at the sophomore year of one Patrick Stumph,who one day wakes up as a girl.
disclaimer: yeah,Patrick is my bestfriendforever and we're here braiding our hair...
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Daily routine: shut the bitchy buzzing of the alarm clock at 7 in the morning -luckily the school is close-,rub eyes,stretch the limbs,search blindly for the glasses,put the legs outta the bed and sleepily reach the bathroom.
It's 7.05 of a cloudy monday morning,and that's when the news of the day hovers in the bathroom,the mirror being the witness of the doom: Patrick Martin Stumph has turned in a fucking girl.
His green eyes widen impossibly big while giving a general look at his reflection: his lips look pinker and softer than before and are shaped in a perfect and rather big O,his thin strawberry blonde hair is tickling his shoulders and a few bangs are sticking against the smooth skin of the forehead. The t-shirt Patrick slept in is visibly tense in the front,where a pair of boobs that wasn’t there before is now changing the balance point of his body,and his boxers are…well,empty in the front and full in the back.
That’s all Patrick is able to notice before fainting,and it’s a lot,considering he expected to lose consciousness, like,immediately.
He wakes up shortly after,with a small bump on the back of his head hidden by the longer and softer and thicker hair. Rubbing the hardening spot behind his head,he counts to five and stands up,ready or not to face the mirror again,hoping he was just hallucinating,but no: boobs are still there,dick’s not back.
With a frustrated sigh he stomps around the bathroom,fighting the urge to demolish anything at arm reach,and finally sits on the bath tub,feeling like he’s going to hyperventilate soon if he doesn’t calm the fuck down. Focusing on the breathing,Patrick finally calms a bit and tries to examine the situation.
…Fuck,how can he explain he turned in a girl???
With a frustrated scream that he has to hold back,he leaves the bathroom to get ready for school. Throwing his clothes on the bed,Patrick notices he definitely needs a bra…but he doesn’t own one,damn it,he’s never needed one!
An illumination: he could steal one of his mother. Cringing at the idea,he doesn’t have any better option,if he doesn’t want to go to school with bounching stuff on his chest,getting picked on by his school mates. Oh damn,school mates! Would they recognize him? …One problem at a time,first the bra.
Peeking from his bedroom door,he checks if his mother or brother are around,and ninja-like he reaches his parents’ bedroom; silently,he enters and heads to the drawers,ready to rummage in them like a mad man,but he’s lucky,he finds what he’s looking for in the second drawer. He also ponders the idea to get also a pair of panties,but he’s already feeling bad for getting one of his mother’s bra,he’d be scarred for life for wearing one of his mother’s panties; if the situation goes on for too long -and he’s praying whoever controls this shit to make him return a fucking boy soon-,he’ll buy some for his own…a life supply from Victoria’s Secrets,if necessary.
Still unconvinced,but most of all incredulous about the incredible situation he’s in,he picks one of the simplest bras he sees in the drawer,and bolts back in his bedroom,locking himself in.From his spot in front of the door,he throws the bra on the bed and leans against the door,finally breaking in tears: why him? What can he do now? Will his family and friends help him?
For the day,he decides,he’ll just sneak from the house and go to school saying he’s a new student and blah blah blah,then for dinner he’ll tell his family what’s going on. Yeah,he hopes it’ll work…
Hearing the front door close after his brother,Patrick starts to get ready: he wears a clean pair of boxers (well,he has to wear something…),fights with the bra (he’s so uncomfortable wearing something that’s his mother’s; besides,how the hell can women wear this trap?) and concludes with tight jeans,a loose band t-shirt and a plain hoodie. Taking a glance at the mirror in the closet,he dares to say those jeans make his hips look fucking awesome,but he’s also curious to check his brand new tits,so he gets the hoodie off ruffling his hair: well,not bad,not bad at all,also the ass.
…Wait: oh damn,he’s already behaving like a vain girl. After hitting himself for being so lame,Patrick thinks about the hair: leaving it straight like that or pull it up? Nah,for this time straight’s ok. And he doesn’t even feel the urge to wear a damn hat because,hello,the bald spot has disappered,thank goodness.
Wearing the hoodie again and grabbing his schoolpack,he silently heads downstairs and quickly puts his shoes on and leaves for school,before his mother could bust him.
On his way to school,Patrick thinks of possible names he could use: the most obvious one is Patricia,but it’s also his mother’s name,and he’s borrowed enough stuff from her today,so as a variation he can only think of is Trisha. Cringing a bit at the stupid conclusion he got,it’s now the time to think of a last name: what about dropping the ‘h’ from his last name? Lame,isn’t it? And most of all,will the teachers and the other students notice or,as he suspects,he’s so invisible in his school that nobody will connect the appearance of a new student,who’s a girl,whose name is Trisha Stump,with the vanishing of the male student Patrick Stumph?
Hoping,for once,that nobody will notice or remember him,and relying on the misspelling of his last name,he enters his school and starts acting.
Lights,camera,action!
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pairing: eventually Peterick
pov: 3rd
rating: a general PG-13,i guess,nothing too big though
summary: Let's have a look at the sophomore year of one Patrick Stumph,who one day wakes up as a girl.
disclaimer: yeah,Patrick is my bestfriendforever and we're here braiding our hair...
||masterpost||
Daily routine: shut the bitchy buzzing of the alarm clock at 7 in the morning -luckily the school is close-,rub eyes,stretch the limbs,search blindly for the glasses,put the legs outta the bed and sleepily reach the bathroom.
It's 7.05 of a cloudy monday morning,and that's when the news of the day hovers in the bathroom,the mirror being the witness of the doom: Patrick Martin Stumph has turned in a fucking girl.
His green eyes widen impossibly big while giving a general look at his reflection: his lips look pinker and softer than before and are shaped in a perfect and rather big O,his thin strawberry blonde hair is tickling his shoulders and a few bangs are sticking against the smooth skin of the forehead. The t-shirt Patrick slept in is visibly tense in the front,where a pair of boobs that wasn’t there before is now changing the balance point of his body,and his boxers are…well,empty in the front and full in the back.
That’s all Patrick is able to notice before fainting,and it’s a lot,considering he expected to lose consciousness, like,immediately.
He wakes up shortly after,with a small bump on the back of his head hidden by the longer and softer and thicker hair. Rubbing the hardening spot behind his head,he counts to five and stands up,ready or not to face the mirror again,hoping he was just hallucinating,but no: boobs are still there,dick’s not back.
With a frustrated sigh he stomps around the bathroom,fighting the urge to demolish anything at arm reach,and finally sits on the bath tub,feeling like he’s going to hyperventilate soon if he doesn’t calm the fuck down. Focusing on the breathing,Patrick finally calms a bit and tries to examine the situation.
…Fuck,how can he explain he turned in a girl???
With a frustrated scream that he has to hold back,he leaves the bathroom to get ready for school. Throwing his clothes on the bed,Patrick notices he definitely needs a bra…but he doesn’t own one,damn it,he’s never needed one!
An illumination: he could steal one of his mother. Cringing at the idea,he doesn’t have any better option,if he doesn’t want to go to school with bounching stuff on his chest,getting picked on by his school mates. Oh damn,school mates! Would they recognize him? …One problem at a time,first the bra.
Peeking from his bedroom door,he checks if his mother or brother are around,and ninja-like he reaches his parents’ bedroom; silently,he enters and heads to the drawers,ready to rummage in them like a mad man,but he’s lucky,he finds what he’s looking for in the second drawer. He also ponders the idea to get also a pair of panties,but he’s already feeling bad for getting one of his mother’s bra,he’d be scarred for life for wearing one of his mother’s panties; if the situation goes on for too long -and he’s praying whoever controls this shit to make him return a fucking boy soon-,he’ll buy some for his own…a life supply from Victoria’s Secrets,if necessary.
Still unconvinced,but most of all incredulous about the incredible situation he’s in,he picks one of the simplest bras he sees in the drawer,and bolts back in his bedroom,locking himself in.From his spot in front of the door,he throws the bra on the bed and leans against the door,finally breaking in tears: why him? What can he do now? Will his family and friends help him?
For the day,he decides,he’ll just sneak from the house and go to school saying he’s a new student and blah blah blah,then for dinner he’ll tell his family what’s going on. Yeah,he hopes it’ll work…
Hearing the front door close after his brother,Patrick starts to get ready: he wears a clean pair of boxers (well,he has to wear something…),fights with the bra (he’s so uncomfortable wearing something that’s his mother’s; besides,how the hell can women wear this trap?) and concludes with tight jeans,a loose band t-shirt and a plain hoodie. Taking a glance at the mirror in the closet,he dares to say those jeans make his hips look fucking awesome,but he’s also curious to check his brand new tits,so he gets the hoodie off ruffling his hair: well,not bad,not bad at all,also the ass.
…Wait: oh damn,he’s already behaving like a vain girl. After hitting himself for being so lame,Patrick thinks about the hair: leaving it straight like that or pull it up? Nah,for this time straight’s ok. And he doesn’t even feel the urge to wear a damn hat because,hello,the bald spot has disappered,thank goodness.
Wearing the hoodie again and grabbing his schoolpack,he silently heads downstairs and quickly puts his shoes on and leaves for school,before his mother could bust him.
On his way to school,Patrick thinks of possible names he could use: the most obvious one is Patricia,but it’s also his mother’s name,and he’s borrowed enough stuff from her today,so as a variation he can only think of is Trisha. Cringing a bit at the stupid conclusion he got,it’s now the time to think of a last name: what about dropping the ‘h’ from his last name? Lame,isn’t it? And most of all,will the teachers and the other students notice or,as he suspects,he’s so invisible in his school that nobody will connect the appearance of a new student,who’s a girl,whose name is Trisha Stump,with the vanishing of the male student Patrick Stumph?
Hoping,for once,that nobody will notice or remember him,and relying on the misspelling of his last name,he enters his school and starts acting.
Lights,camera,action!
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