AU Fanfiction: Bill/Tom (genderswap)
anonymous
August 9 2010, 01:53:07 UTC
High school fic: girl!Bill thinks that the most popular girl in school, girl!Tom, is the one for her.. but how does the girl!Bill react when girl!Tom starts persuing her first?
Include awkward highschool moments and lots of lovely femmeslash!
FILL: Don't Get Yourself in Situations, Part 1
anonymous
August 20 2010, 03:35:36 UTC
Most people with a reasonable awareness of their surroundings and familiarity with the typical high school strata could pick out the most popular girl in the room at a single glance.
It wasn't always the peppy, prettiest blond cheerleader. It wasn't even always the sweetest, most likeable girl in the year. It wasn't necessarily the class slut, beautiful or not and getting it with whoever she wanted, regardless of gender. And it wasn't necessarily the rich girl, either; the one with all the connections and the most expensive car in the student car park.
Bill had noticed the most popular girl was the one who caused a gravity shift when she walked in the room. It was the girl who, whether she knew it or not, caused others to orient toward her when she was there, gyrating inevitable as sun-drawn plants
( ... )
FILL: Don't Get Yourself in Situations, Part 4
anonymous
August 20 2010, 03:38:04 UTC
Bill bent her head to her notebook and couldn't help the giggle that escaped unbidden. She bit her lip. She didn't want to encourage Tommy, but...
A crumpled wad of paper landed next to her hand. Bill turned her head, glared, and considered flicking it right back in Tommy's direction, but paled before the thought of someone else - or the teacher - getting hold of it. She opened the note and read in a surprisingly neat scrawl,
Because you're the hottest girl in school. Meet me at the Lucas party?Bill didn't even have to fake a response to that one. She rolled her eyes in Tommy's direction and jammed the wadded-up note in her boot
( ... )
FILL: Don't Get Yourself in Situations, Part 5
anonymous
August 20 2010, 03:39:22 UTC
"I...I just met you," Bill replied, lifting her chin and returning Tom frown for frown.
"So get to know me," Tom urged, winding her other arm around Bill as though to pull her into swaying dance moves. "You're new, I know everybody here; you're gorgeous, and I like you."
"You can't," Bill blurted, pushing away.
"What the... Bill? What's wrong?"
"I can't dance," Bill claimed, and fled the scene. She went searching for Gustav, though if he wasn't up for it, she knew she'd end up walking home.
The problem wasn't disliking Tom. Bill was pretty sure she liked her too much.
After over a week of attempting to fend off Tom's attempts to get her alone, ask her out, or carry her books - who carried books anymore, honestly? - Bill woke up after a mostly sleepless night, smacked her alarm off, flopped over in bed, and masturbated to the thought of Tommy climbing in beside her and settling warm fragrant weight atop Bill's body. In Bill's imagination Tom was playing with her lip ring and looking down at her, rocking her hips back and
( ... )
FILL: Don't Get Yourself in Situations, Part 6
anonymous
August 20 2010, 03:40:26 UTC
Bill didn't want to look. Her heart was hammering, and Tom loomed so close she could smell coconut wax and whatever subtle, woodsy scent was coming off her neck.
"They're combining gym classes today," Tom continued, glee-ridden. "And I can't wait to see you in your underwear!"
"TOM!" Bill shrieked, stomping a foot, but Tom was already retreating, grinning wider than should be possible, leaving Bill to deal with the butterfly-swirl of frantic emotions that gripped her in Tom's wake.
Bill elected to change in a bathroom stall upon arriving at the girls' gym lockers. She wasn't exactly self-conscious; more hyper-aware of her painfully unfeminine body, all angles and flat chest, lanky, taller than any girl she'd ever known, including gorgeous Tommy. The popular girl might be eye to eye with her if Bill would forego the heels. Stand up tall, her father had always admonished, because if you're tall and you slouch, you look ashamed of yourself. Stand tall, because a tall girl will never look short so you may as well look proud.
( ... )
FILL: Don't Get Yourself in Situations, Part 7
anonymous
August 20 2010, 03:41:55 UTC
The double class, as it happened, had been arranged because one of the phys ed teachers was out on leave and they were told it would continue indefinitely. Bill was in a position to see Tom smirk, and rolled her eyes
( ... )
FILL: Don't Get Yourself in Situations, Part 8
anonymous
August 20 2010, 03:42:44 UTC
There was no avoiding Tommy now. Bill had caved in a tacit gesture of acceptance to Tom's overtures, and her former ways of disappearing now proved fruitless. After that first day in the student center she had spent her free period and lunch in stairwells, the school library, and other out of the way nooks, learning the twists and ins and outs of the immense school building in the process
( ... )
FILL: Don't Get Yourself in Situations, Part 9
anonymous
August 20 2010, 03:44:20 UTC
"I think I've got you figured out," an unwelcome voice said behind Bill as she perused a line of dusty, cracked leather bindings along a high shelf
( ... )
FILL: Don't Get Yourself in Situations, Part 10
anonymous
August 20 2010, 03:45:18 UTC
Over the next week, Bill made it her mission to find new and interesting ways into the school, to and from classes, shamelessly using faculty entrances, service elevators, and abandoned stairwells; eating lunch in the empty chemistry lab or the fourth floor north wing bathroom no one ever used because it was so damned out of the way. She came in as close to the school's start as possible and parked on the street, or arrived super early and parked by the door to facilitate quick escape
( ... )
FILL: Don't Get Yourself in Situations, Part 11
anonymous
August 20 2010, 03:46:37 UTC
Georg looked at her a moment. "You'll have to ask her," he said at last.
Bill inhaled, dissatisfied by that answer, but understanding why he'd given it. She looked down at the note in her hand again and grinned at it fondly. Before she could question Georg any further, the teacher entered the room and greeted them, prompting a choral response.
Still smiling, Bill fished out her phone and texted 555-1989.
I don't hate you a lot.
It was no surprise to Bill when she approached her locker after school's end to find Tommy leaning up against it, the epitome of casual but peeking bright-eyed from beneath the bill of her cap. Bill didn't know where this was going, didn't know if she'd wake up tomorrow and find out that she was leaving, but here and now she wanted to seize the chance. Tommy was pursuing her, and it made her happy, and she really did like her the more she got to know of her
( ... )
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It wasn't always the peppy, prettiest blond cheerleader. It wasn't even always the sweetest, most likeable girl in the year. It wasn't necessarily the class slut, beautiful or not and getting it with whoever she wanted, regardless of gender. And it wasn't necessarily the rich girl, either; the one with all the connections and the most expensive car in the student car park.
Bill had noticed the most popular girl was the one who caused a gravity shift when she walked in the room. It was the girl who, whether she knew it or not, caused others to orient toward her when she was there, gyrating inevitable as sun-drawn plants ( ... )
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A crumpled wad of paper landed next to her hand. Bill turned her head, glared, and considered flicking it right back in Tommy's direction, but paled before the thought of someone else - or the teacher - getting hold of it. She opened the note and read in a surprisingly neat scrawl,
Because you're the hottest girl in school. Meet me at the Lucas party?Bill didn't even have to fake a response to that one. She rolled her eyes in Tommy's direction and jammed the wadded-up note in her boot ( ... )
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"So get to know me," Tom urged, winding her other arm around Bill as though to pull her into swaying dance moves. "You're new, I know everybody here; you're gorgeous, and I like you."
"You can't," Bill blurted, pushing away.
"What the... Bill? What's wrong?"
"I can't dance," Bill claimed, and fled the scene. She went searching for Gustav, though if he wasn't up for it, she knew she'd end up walking home.
The problem wasn't disliking Tom. Bill was pretty sure she liked her too much.
After over a week of attempting to fend off Tom's attempts to get her alone, ask her out, or carry her books - who carried books anymore, honestly? - Bill woke up after a mostly sleepless night, smacked her alarm off, flopped over in bed, and masturbated to the thought of Tommy climbing in beside her and settling warm fragrant weight atop Bill's body. In Bill's imagination Tom was playing with her lip ring and looking down at her, rocking her hips back and ( ... )
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"They're combining gym classes today," Tom continued, glee-ridden. "And I can't wait to see you in your underwear!"
"TOM!" Bill shrieked, stomping a foot, but Tom was already retreating, grinning wider than should be possible, leaving Bill to deal with the butterfly-swirl of frantic emotions that gripped her in Tom's wake.
Bill elected to change in a bathroom stall upon arriving at the girls' gym lockers. She wasn't exactly self-conscious; more hyper-aware of her painfully unfeminine body, all angles and flat chest, lanky, taller than any girl she'd ever known, including gorgeous Tommy. The popular girl might be eye to eye with her if Bill would forego the heels. Stand up tall, her father had always admonished, because if you're tall and you slouch, you look ashamed of yourself. Stand tall, because a tall girl will never look short so you may as well look proud. ( ... )
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Bill inhaled, dissatisfied by that answer, but understanding why he'd given it. She looked down at the note in her hand again and grinned at it fondly. Before she could question Georg any further, the teacher entered the room and greeted them, prompting a choral response.
Still smiling, Bill fished out her phone and texted 555-1989.
I don't hate you a lot.
It was no surprise to Bill when she approached her locker after school's end to find Tommy leaning up against it, the epitome of casual but peeking bright-eyed from beneath the bill of her cap. Bill didn't know where this was going, didn't know if she'd wake up tomorrow and find out that she was leaving, but here and now she wanted to seize the chance. Tommy was pursuing her, and it made her happy, and she really did like her the more she got to know of her ( ... )
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