Pretty Scars

Beep! Beep! Bee-

"Shut up!" I groaned, slamming my newly manicured hand onto the obnoxious alarm clock. It ceased its beeping, and I let out a relieved sigh, rolling over and closing my eyes.

Not even a moment later, I was snapped out of my almost-slumber by my adopted mother shouting, "Adam, get up! You're going to be late for school."

"Don't care." I mumbled. Not that she could hear me, she was downstairs getting ready for work.

My door then opened to reveal my new sister, Emma Rose. She was the youngest of my siblings at only fifteen years old. She was also the kindest and most interesting of them, making her my favorite. "Adam, can you please help me pick out an outfit?" She murmured, brushing back a caramel colored curl from her delicate face.

I sighed. "Fine."

She smiled wide, exposing her perfect white teeth. "Thank you, Adam."

"You're welcome, Emma Rose." I replied, sitting up and stretching. My back popped, making her cringe. She was quite the squeamish one.

I laughed and tossed off the covers, standing up. Emma Rose let out a squeak, turning away quickly as her cheeks flushed a pretty pink. Glancing down, I realized what she was so flustered about. I was completely naked. That was the way I prefered to sleep, it was more comfortable than wearing pajamas, in my opinion.

Rather than being mortified, I simply shrugged and sauntered over to my dresser, pulling out a pair of panties and pulling them on, then going to my closet to grab my silk robe. I didn't feel like getting dressed just yet, I would do that when it was time to get ready.

"You can turn around now." I informed the embarrassed girl with a smirk. She hesitantly did so. I snickered as she pouted.

"Come on, Adam." She said, grabbing my wrist and pulling me to her room. She shut the door behind us and led me to her closet, which was quite a bit smaller than mine. "Pick out an outfit for me."

I did as she said, pulling out a few articles of clothing and tossing them at her. "Put these on." I sat on her powder blue bed patiently, waiting for her to change. She looked nervous, not wanting to change in front of me. I rolled my eyes. "I'm not going to rape you, Emma Rose. You lack what I desire."

That made her flush deeper, but she changed anyway, trying to do it so I couldn't see any of her lady parts, as if I were interested. Though, to tease her, I had to point out, "You have such a cute little ass."

"Adam!" She squealed, struggling to cover herself.

I burst out laughing at how frantic she was. "Honey, I'm just kidding around. Calm yourself."

She rolled her eyes and finished changing. She spun around, showing me all angles as she modeled her outfit for me. "How do I look?"

"You look hot." I grinned.

And she did. She wore a powder blue tank top that made her small chest look bigger and her already itty-bitty waist look smaller. On her botton half, she wore a a pair of bleached jeans that hugged her ass and made her legs look slim and long. Her feet were adorned with blue clothed wedges.

She beamed at me. "Thank you, Adam! Now, go get ready, or we'll be late for school."

I nodded, exiting her room and going back to mine. While Emma Rose had more of a spring theme for her room, mine had a pink and white and black theme.

I went to my fabulous walk-in closet, pulling out an outfit, then going into the bathroom. After taking a shower and doing my usual morning routine, I dried off and got dressed.

My outfit consisted of a black mini dress that somehow managed to cover my ass and a pair of sparkling pink stiletto heels. I contoured my face, blushing it; then I applied smokey eye makeup, false eyelashes, and glossed my lips. I put in dark blue contacts and straightened my hot pink hair, blowing a kiss to my reflection. I looked gorgeous.

"Adam!" My older sister, Sarah, shouted from downstairs. "We need to leave!"

"Coming!" I shouted back, grabbing my knock-off Louis Vuitton purse and my bag before heading downstairs.

In the living room, James and Shane, my new brothers, were sitting on the couch, watching sports. Sarah was chatting with Emma Rose about God knows what.

James noticed me standing at the foot of the stairs. "Let's go."

We walked to his car, and then we started for school. When we arrived, my siblings got out first. James and Shane sped ahead, trying to get as far away from me as possible. It was quite obvious that they were embarrassed of me, not wanting everyone to realize that their new brother was a cross-dressing queer. Their words, not mine.