AuRon the champion

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"What's a study?" Trinity asked, turning to Aella now for answers.

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"Thank you kind sir," Jack said with a nod, stowing his pocket dictionary before beginning to eat.

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Jack nodded, before pulling a book out of his back pocket. Out of force of habit, he began to flip through his pocket dictionary.

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"A glass of water, no lemon if you could please."

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"Excellent, I will take it please."

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"Yes! Read this!" Trinity exclaimed gleefully, holding up the pocket dictionary she had received, "Show me how to read!"

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"Perfectly fine, yes... It tastes good, right sir?"

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"If you could, food, kindly," Jack said.

"Preferably the daily special, if you have one please."

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Jack was hungry, since he had skimped on dinner today by chance, so he stopped at one of the few restaurants that were open this late to get food.

-02

Day 9

"So tell me again why you cut off your hair?" Dallas asked, who was doing his best with a bottle of water and a pair of scissors to make Kristen's hair look a little bit more neat. Once he had found her, he quickly woke her up and made sure she hadn't hurt herself, then went about fixing the rough cut she had made to her hair.

"I don't want to be a girl," Kristen said, her hands gripping the the arms of the chair she was in.

"Why?"

"Because... I don't like girly things... Like cooking, fashion, or makeup... I don't really-"

"You don't want to be a girl because you don't like a few things, then you cut off your hair..? First thing’s first, I don’t look at this and think feminine. I look at this and think ‘Oh my god, this poor girl is so brave for coming outside like this today. I hope she’s learned her lesson about playing near woodchippers.’ Secondly, who gives a ? That's like saying that if I don't like muscle cars and T-bone steaks then I can't be a guy. And to be fair, some of the best cars I've ever stolen were muscle cars. As if anyone else around here could steal a T-Bird as well as me."

Kristen's eyes developed a sudden interest in her feet.

"Card, you're not getting this. Being a girl isn't about dresses, flowers and having an a killer nail job. Being a girl is about being you. If you want to be a man-eating lizard again? Feel free to. After all, look at Tali. What a honey badger. If you're into that card, you're into that. Otherwise, don't sweat about it."

Kristen said nothing for a moment, closing her eyes as she tried to keep her breathing even she took it all in, "So... What if I want to be me?"

"Well, then chin up card. No thanks to my amazing impromptu hair stylist skills… Okay, it, all thanks. But you still look good! Focus on the silver linings.”

Kristen opened her eyes. Her hair was still short, she couldn't change that now, but it looked much better now than before. In fact, is she saw a copy of herself walking in the streets, she would say that she had a beautiful face (that is, if she could get away with calling another girl beautiful). She was beautiful.

"Then... I want to be me, and me wants to stay looking like this," Kristen said, her voice a quiet whisper in Dallas's room.

"Then card, do you want to still go shopping? Otherwise I'd have to return the mustang I stole, and I didn't spend half of the goddamned night searching for and stealing it just for you to say no now."

"Yea... Let's go then Dal," Kristen said, a smile breaking onto her face.

-

"I'm never wearing one of these."

"Your choice."

The employee just raised a worried eye at kristen, "Ma'am, you'd might want the support."

Kristen put the bra she had been holding at arms length back where she found it., "is there something else that gives me... What was it again Dallas?"

"Support," he replied, busy taking a picture of himself with his phone.

"Yes. Something else that gives me support. Since, that looks like a death trap."

Dallas had taken her to someplace called. He had told them that some mutant had swapped my sex about, and we needed clothes to accommodate the switch. Kristen thought she knew the guy in question before at the institute. Regardless, she was being walked through the wondrous world of women's clothing and self-care.

"So, is there something else?"

"Ahm... The only closest thing we have to an alternative are some tank tops... And plasties."

"Plasties?" Kristen asked, her brow furrowing.

"They're stickers."

"For what?"

The employee guestured at the general area, and kristen's face turned red.

"Go with the tank tops card, you can wear the v-neck over them. Besides, we have so many v-necks, I think you could wear one a day for a whole year and still have a that you haven't worn yet," Dallas quipped, hefting a bag of v-necks, "You still need pants for yourself. Or leggings, or a skirt or something."

Kristen was about to reply with something that probably wasn't as funny as she thought it would be, when a thought struck her.

"Wait Dallas, what was that last thing you said?"

"Something?"

"No... The thing before that."

"Skirts...?"

"Yes," Kristen said with a nod, "You people do sell skirts, right?"

The employee nodded.

"Card, remember what I said," Dallas warned, an eye quickly narrowing as he watched Kristen.

"Can you please show me where they are?" Kristen asked, remembering her manners for once.

Dallas facepalmed as Kristen was led towards a rack containing solely skirts. Kristen remembered his advice as she browsed through the rack, trying to find something longer... Although something that didn't look like she was wearing a dress. She still couldn't even remotely begin to fathom herself in a dress... But a skirt? She thought it was a much more pleasant thought. After several moments of searching, she was able to find a black & grey skirt, plad and pleated, that she liked.

"Dallas, watch the shirts. I'm going in," she said as she headed towards the changing rooms.

"Don't die!"

Kristen slipped into the changing rooms, her face burning red. If she was still a guy, she would've been kicked out of the entire store. It didn't help that the sight of the women's dressing rooms made her feel... Feelings. Much less being inside one. Kristen decided to quickly change and get out. So she did, quickly taking the jeans off and putting the pleated skirt on. Needless to say, it fit. It fit surprisingly well, and felt right to her. Like how v-necks were rightly amazing and awesome. She grinned.

Kristen quickly changed back into to jeans and headed back into the store, walking back to the rack of skirts that Dallas was still by. He also was making bored snapchats of all the various employees and other costumers in the mall.

"You're not dead," He said astutely, "And you don't look repulsed by that thing you're holding. So does that mean I can have my pants back now?"

Kristen pulled a few more skirts off the rack that she liked, "When we get these and take some time for me to change into one of them, yes."

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The drive home was largely uneventful, other than the brief lecture that Dallas had given her on what not to do while wearing a skirt. Like climbing ladders. She had ended up buying several knee socks as well, after seeing another teenager in the mall who was wearing some. Dallas then put his nickname of "sticky greenhands" to use and swiped a couple extra dollar bills from people who didn't need them as much to pay for them. As well as the pretzels they picked up from the food court. When they got back, Dallas at least was kind enough to help her carry some of the new clothes up to her room, before he claimed his jeans again, and left to go see someone else.

Which left Kristen to her lonesome. It gave her time to rip all the tags free from her shirts and skirts. She particularly liked the one she had on, it was a red, almost Crimson shade and she thought it went well with her dark men's v-neck. She was in the process of pulling on some black knee socks when she saw -not heard, never heard- Joey come into her room.

"What the did you do to your hair?" He asked with a frown, "You look like a dyke."

"Ah- A what?" Kristen asked, frowning at the new word.

"A dyke. A girl who's only into girls." Joey said, his lip curling in disgust

"Is that supposed to be bad-?"

"You honestly don't know? That's wrong. There's different genders for a reason. It's gross, and everyone hates people like that. If you could even call them people."

"Ah- r-really?" She asked, slowly trying to move backwards.

"Yes. Anyone who's gay is just a . Even if they say they're just born that way, they just want pleasure," He said, silently closing and locking her door.

About an hour later, Kristen lay beneath her covers, sweat covering her as she tried to ignore the pain and disgust she felt. Anything that she tried to stop him from, he just hit her and forced her to do. She had new bruises on her sides, and a few on her lower legs now. She had enough energy left after simply giving up to him to lock the door once he left, allowing her to at least put her shirt back on. After that, she just curled up, wishing her body didn't hurt and didn't feel disgusting.

And to think... It was a good day until we got back...

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Jack accidentally ran into Jake. Nobody was surprised.

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"I'll try to save some for him as well," Krisren said, considering how she had only eaten about a donut or two all day.

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Kristen followed behind Julia.

dallas quick i need your help

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Anything to relieve the tension.

"Sounds great!"

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"Oh- It's okay if you don't want to tell me... If I told everyone the people I'm into it would be pretty embarrassing..."

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"That's a good thing!" Kristen said with a soft smile. The friends comment left her a little dejected inside... It was almost as if she had-

No, she definitely had feelings for Julia. Saying otherwise means you weren't there when she almost decided her password was going to be 'JU1I4ISH0T'. Or at all during the missing year between the New York siege and Kristen finally dealing with Joey.

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"... Like... Feelings, feelings? Like, L-word feelings?"

.-.

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Kristen's face turned a bright red.

"I mean, he's not wrong... I am a lesbian..." She said, trying her hardest to keep looking at Julia, "I realized that over the summer... While we were talking and all that... I just never said anything because Joey was always nearby, especially after what he did when I-"

She finally looked away, before reorganizing her thoughts.

"You're the third person I've told because- Because I'm afraid that the others, aside from Dallas, won't want to do anything with me because I'm gay... And..."

She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath before speaking again.

"If you don't want me around... You could just tell me... I'll understand."

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"Because- uhmmm..."

Kristen's face turned an even brighter red.

"I do have something to say... About me... And I know we're friends- Or at least I think we are, since we've known each other for a good while... Ah, well, I've known you for awhile now... At least almost a year... And I'm worried that you might hate me- or don't want to be around me because of this thing... About me..." Kristen stammered out, effectively rambling in circles.

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"I think It would be okay to e near him if there's food involved-" she started, before Julia suddenly broke free from her hug/hold.

"Ah- I'm sorry I didn't ask... Is something wrong Julia?" Kristen asked, sliding off the bike.

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Kristen quickly hopped on, wrapping her arms around Julia.

"Ready when you are captain!"

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"Am I allowed to come? With you on the spin, I mean."

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"Going to take a stab in the dark here and say that '' is your favorite word."

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"Where do you think he gets the money for these stunts?" Kristen asked, looking over the bike for herself.

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"Y-yea..." Kristen said, abruptly backing out of Julia's personal space bubble. She rubbed the back of her neck, her blushing only intensified as she did this.

"Uhm. Yes... The institute..."