The sun's intense beams shine through the window of my small bedroom giving me a rude awakening as I was jerked out of my nice dream. I open my eyes slightly to look around my small bedroom, and because I was still tired I settled down back in bed to return to my dream world, only to hear a loud irritating noise once again yank me out of my solitary.
"Fuuuuck, why do I even have you on!" I say as I slap the top of my alarm clock. I sit up in my bed blurry-eyed and disoriented, my room door quickly opens and my mom sticks her head in and greets me in a raspy clearly tired and irritated voice. "Get your ass up boy your gonna be late for school!" She pushes the door completely open and began to walk back to her room "And I'm not driving you if you're late!" She yells.
Reluctantly I get up from my bed unsteady on my feet as I'm still hella tired mind you, and make my way to the bathroom which is just down the hall from my bedroom.
I won't bore you with my morning routine I'm sure plenty of people do it, I brush my teeth, comb my hair, wash my face and put on some deodorant, spray some perfume, and so on.
I head back to my room and go through my closet full of clothes and pick out a long sleeve purple shirt with thumb holes, a pair of black jeggings, a pair of black long-boots, and a large black silk scarf (yes I'm one of those people).
I look at myself in the mirror and rate my looks for the day, the long sleeve shirt isn't tight but it's fit enough to show my figure, my body isn't skinny or thick it's more of an in-between, my jeggings show my thick thighs, and the soft silky scarf matches my hair and give me an elegant like appearance even though that's not true I like to think it's true.
I walk a little closer to the mirror on the wall and look closely at my complexion "should I wear makeup today?" I ask myself "Nah I'm good, but I could use a little mascara," I say to myself, I grab the black ink brush and brush my eyelashes till they look full and voluptuous.
"Alright that looks pretty good," I say to myself as I fix my spiky bangs and put on my dangling-teardrop earrings, and walk out of my room, I sit down on the couch and scroll through my Instagram and Reddit feed as I wait for my mom to finish her breakfast and drive me to school, I always have to wait on her because I usually don't eat breakfast.
5 minutes later my mother finishes her breakfast, I grab my bags and we're off to my newly built high school, where all hell will break loose and the wrath of every 16 years old will fall upon me.
My name is Sin Saprophyte and welcome to my life as a femboy,
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Existing || A femboy story
Algemene fictieExisting is hard, but when your a guy who wears makeup to class it's even harder. This is a story about a boy named Sin and in case you couldn't tell he's what you would call a femboy. with hazel eyes, glowing caramel skin, long spiked bangs and a s...
