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"I swear ta the Gods Ezzy, some day I'm gonna look back on all this, laugh, an go ta wash the blood off my hands." Michael tugged at the bottom of his black top, trying to make it stretch back down and reach his waist. Ezzy had decided that his fourteenth birthday would be a good night to bring Michael along to one of her many club outings, and she had been unable to resist the urge to...dress him up a bit. They both had their hair up in high ponytails at the backs of their heads, a single strand of loose hair hanging down michael's right cheek, and Ezzy's left. She wore the negative image version of the outfit she had brought for michael; White top, black skirt, white knee length boots "My thighs really don't like being contained." and a pair of white thong underwear, which she delighted in showing the poor gay Asian boy.

Michel wore a black skin tight top in a material that felt like thin swimsuit stuff, and looked like a square of fabric over his chest, which had started to fill out a bit more over the year. It didn't look as good on him as it did on Ezzy, and he had told her as much, poking a finger into the fat of one of her breasts, to which she replied that he just hadn't finished growing his man-boobs, patting him on the head. The back was a web of white straps, little black buckles that had felt cold on his skin, and he was sure that when he took the shirt off there would be imprints in his skin. They were in no way thin little buckles.

He was starting to look more like a human being than a stick figure, but he still had those feminine curves. She had brought a short white leather skirt, which he had adamantly refused to wear, but she kicked him in the stomach, pushed him down, and told him he was going to wear it. Ezzy didn't play games when she wanted her way. Michael gave in, whimpering and holding hands over his stomach. He did feel that surge of pleasure from it, but more than anything it was as if she were the dominant female of his pack, and he was being forced into obedience. Sex was not an issue.

Michael had thought that they would need to peel the skirt onto him, and they pretty much did. A rather ridiculous looking black men's thong went underneath, with a questioning look from michael. "I don't wanna know where ya got these, an I don't wanna know how in the hell ya know my size." she had grinned wide and wicked, and a blush spread across his cheeks. He hadn't minded stripping down and letting her dress him until that point, but she had insisted that he would need her help getting into the skirt. Which he had, but he sulked the entire time, a look of fierce defiance on his face, even as he yeilded to her attentions.

With only his black belt around his waist, still hanging loose because the skirt actually fit, he felt naked. As if he simply didn't have enough weight on him. There was also that nagging feeling that the skirt was too short. He felt every time he walked that he must certainly be flashing the room, but Ezzy reassured him that it was staying just where it was supposed to, and the heavy material wouldn't float up in a draft.

She brought out a pair of thigh high black leather boots, and his eyes went wide, as if it were the most amazing thing he had ever seen. "Those...are those for me?" He asked in a soft whispering voice of disbelief. Ezzy was always bringing him little things like nail polish, little cat collars, or big thick dog collars with single words on the tags. But she had never brought him so many new things at once. It struck him suddenly that it was his birthday, and maybe she was doing her version of giving him presents. A grin spread over his lips, and he nearly danced.

"Yup, all yours Mikey." she tossed the boots onto the edge of the bed. They weren't very long, seeing as michael was still only about four and a half feet, and he wondered if this was a custom order. It would have cost eighty some dollars alone for normal boots like these, but made for his fit...

Michael went over to the spanish girl, wrapping his arms around her as he did, a happy hop in his step before he turned, fairly prancing to the bed to pull up one of the black leather things. He understood why he needed the short skirt. The boots themselves were flat heeled, though with a slight platform on them. Only about three inches. Yeah, maybe a strain on the word 'slight.' They laced up the back, and the short skirt actually made sense now. It would have looked silly having black boots, showing white pants through. Atleast with how high they were, he could pretend that they were pants.

Michael wasted no time in wriggling into the boots, and they ended up actually going so far as to slip under the edge of the skirt, as if he were wearing leggings. He did a little dance about, trying to fix the laces in the back, and Ezzy actually made him stop, stand with his hands against a wall. She had gotten halfway up one leg when Michael's door burst open, without even a knock on it. "Michael, I washed your clothes, but the red shirt you left in the washing bled all over everything, so-" his mother looked up from a pile of unfolded laundry, everything tinged a slight redish pinkish color over the base colors of black and green. Her mouth hung open for a moment before she walked in, looking stiff and haughty as she placed his clothes on the bed.

"Uhh...Hi Mrs. Wong." Ezzy grinned, hands still working on the back of Michael's boot, acting as if she were doing something normal. "Shouldn't you knock when you come into a closed room? We could have been naked." Michael made a sudden gagging noise, crossing his eyes at his mother, her face fallen into a look of utter disdain. "Ooh, do tell me how my gay son would have ended up naked in the same room as you, Elizabeth." she put hands on her hips. She never did like the fact that her son was gay, and even less that he hung out with such a rude girl.

"He's got a Duckie shaped birthmark just between his-" Ezzy began with a smirk, but his mother's eyes went wide, and she waved hands in the air. "Enough! I do not need to hear these things from YOU of all people." she cast a hateful glance at Michael, turning on her heel to leave, slamming the door behind her. She did NOT want to know how on earth the girl knew about That of all things.

Michael let his forehead hit the wall, a loud thunk noise as Ezzy giggled, moving to the bottom of the other boot's lacings. "Ezzy...Gods...why did'ja have ta bring that up..?" Michael had been hanging from his feet, pants tied around his ankles, suspended in midair from the basketball hoop. The three demons of his first year in highschool had strung him up and pelted him with basketballs. The 'Duckie' birthmark in question was just between that length of flesh, and his delicate lower parts, and was faint enough that most people didn't notice it at first unless they were really looking.

Ezzy had come in, just as he thought he was going to pass out from the blood rushing to his head, and managed to get him down. In her odd way, she had teased him, commenting on the mark, and calling him just too cute for words, telling him he needed a duckie tattoo on his butt. It hadn't helped, but having her rescue him instead of one of the teachers was a very big relief. The teachers would have had him talking to a councilor, or have his mother in...yet more unwanted drama and crap.

Michael was suddenly brought back from his musings at a hard pinch on his left a** cheek, a delighted string of giggles from his sudden yelp. "******** Ezzy!! The hell'd ya go an do that for??" he spun, the heavy boots feeling odd and clumsy on his feet. He was glad she hadn't picked out high heels. Those would have killed him in an instant. Ezzy stood up, putting hands on her hips as Michael rubbed at his now sore and throbbing butt. He felt the beginnings of a bruise, and scowled at her. "What? You have a nice a**, and I just spent five minutes staring up your skirt." she gave him that mischievous smile, wriggling her eyebrows. Michael gave her a dirty look, thick red blush spreading across his face. He liked Ezzy, but sometimes she pushed his comfort limits. He let her hold him and touch him, things he didn't usually let girls do. But she was different. She may smirk and make all the dirty comments she wanted, but she never tried anything overt. Never mentioned trying to get him to like girls, or had any true lust in her eyes. It was like she were simply pushing him, or tickling him. Friendly molestation. Yeah.

With a low growl michael crossed his arms over his chest, pouting. "A pinch to grow an inch. And you need the help, mikey." she grinned, making her fingers come together in another pinching motion, a smile on her lips. Michael shook his head. "You always use nails, I don't wanna be all marked up and still have ta go to bed tonight." he scowled, and she dropped her hands, that teasing smile still on her face. She knew just what it did to him, and she did so love to tease, but she knew when to stop.

"So, you want to put on some makeup, and go completely dolled up, or you want to just go now?" she had a tone of hope in her voice, as if she would love nothing better than to keep dressing him up instead of actually going out. For now. She was always trying to get michael to go to school in girl's clothes, saying he just looked so fantastic in them. Much better than the 'baggy s**t' he always wore. He was only starting to fill out, but he had that look to him as if once he finished growing, he would be a very scrumptious sight to see.

"No, we're leaving. I don't wanna give ya an excuse ta bite my ears or somethin. Ya always get too close ta my face for eye makeup, an that only spells trouble." he made a face at her sudden look of shocked innocence. "Moi? Surely you jest." she used a hurt tone, but it was ruined when the wriggled her eyebrows at him. With a roll of his eyes and sigh, he pushed away from the wall, putting hands on his upper thighs as if he needed to hold the skirt out of the way to watch his feet. The boots were heavy, but once he got a sway down, a motion of his ankles, it felt just like walking in normal shoes. It just took a moment of getting used to. He wondered how quickly he would fall down stairs, and whether he would die, but they were just too cool to take off in the face of impending doom.

The club was actually much better than Michael had feared it would be. And teasing complete strangers? ******** funny. He and Ezzy had a station by the bar, and michael had insisted he couldn't have anything to drink, and the bar man agreed. Ezzy had rolled her eyes. "Mikey, seriously. My uncle's son is the guy at the door, remember? We can get away with just about anything. Have some fun." but he had refused, instead accepting some fruity concoction without any alcohol in it. Just lime for that tang, and lemon for that sour flavor. Most of all it tasted like cherries, strawberries, and cream. It was one of the best things he had ever had, and he found himself playing with the little stick of a straw. One of those weird bendy twisty straws that always managed to somehow make your drink warm by the time it actually got to your mouth.

He watched people behind them, leaning forward with his feet flat on the floor, but crossed just under his knees, wriggling his behind to the music. People walked past, stared, and then caught his look in the mirror. Michael didn't look so much like a girl in the face without makeup, and it was just that initial look that gave people the idea that he was a girl. High cheek bones, still with that baby softness to his face, wide expressive eyes, and thin brows. It didn't help he had that slightly pouty bottom lip, thin top lip. 'The Perfect Woman's Mouth' his mother had told him once. Though she somehow made it more into an insult than a compliment. The woman had a way with tones and words. She could probably say the sweetest things, and make them sound like soul-rending put downs.

"come on mikey, I've had at least three shots of tequila now, and I want to dance." she grinned, grabbing at his hand as he hastily made to put his drink down on the bar top, giving it a last longing look as he was dragged away. Ezzy pulled him to the dance floor, the crowd growing silent and restless as the DJ fumbled with his new selection, and even after he started it, there was a moment of silence, but he raised hands, motioning for people to just wait, a grin on his face.

Music started in, and Ezzy leaned into michael, grinning. She knew this song. "Now, just like I taught you. Forget them, hell, forget me. I'm just here to give you more moves. What's the fun of dancin alone?" She smirked, and there was a laughter in her eyes as Michael closed his eyes, grinning. Ooohh he was going to kill her when he found out that she had slipped alcohol into his drink while he was putting down a rather interested man in a green button up shirt.

"Recollect me darlin, raise me to your lips
Two under nourished egoes, four rotatin hips"

Michael wasn't so much listening to the words, not that they didn't move the sudden writhing wriggle he did with his hips, hands going to Ezzy's shoulders as he stepped forward, pressing against her for a moment before his hips sliding left and right, mouth going so near Ezzy's she was tempted to kiss him, just to watch him squeal. but dancing michael was a much greater delight than blushing michael. He just had a way of moving just this side of human, and it was always so sexy.

He pressed away from her again, and she swayed, dipping down for a moment as she raised one knee along his hip, and his hand went to it reflexively, sliding along her naked thigh. It wasn't sexual to him, it was just touching. Acting. Dancing.

"Hold onto me tightly, I'm a sliding scale
Can't endure then you can't inhale"

Ezzy acted her part, pressing hands up and over his shoulders, making a face as if she were hissing in through her teeth, a grin on her face. There were other people dancing, and the darkness gave them a hint of privacy, but there were faces here and there, watching the nearly identical figures, the one shorter, the other taller, writhing together.

She moved, michael pushing her back with her body as her raised leg came back down, stamping onto the ground behind her as he pushed her back, a leg between her own, moving as if he caressed her there, and he could do it without having to bend her backwards. All those who love short people, raise your hands? It was sexy as hell, but michael kept his eyes closed, as if he were in his room, dancing alone.

"Clearly..
Out of body experience interferes
And dreams of flying I fit nearly..."

He moved, letting her push him down, a hand on his head and a look on her face as if he were going to push in between her legs, hands trailing down her body, fingers dancing as he moved back up, her head going back. They swayed together, hips pressed against each other, but it was as if two girls were there. Michael was having fun, but that's all it was to them. Faintly he knew that's all it was to either of them. Ezzy just didn't see him that way.

"Surrounds me though I get lonely
Slowly..."

Michael pressed her back with his hips, and she followed, as if he were leading her by the hand. They moved in a tight circle, one of his hands moving down to her hip, grabbing onto her waist as the other went to the back of her neck, her arms mirroring his as they swayed like a string in the wind, and she forced him slower, made the movement lingering, painfully slow at the last word, drawing the curl and push of their hips into a suggestive push and slide through the brief bit of filler music.

"Moving up slowly
Inertia keeps
She's moving up slowly
Slowly...
Moving up slowly
Inertia creeps
Moving up slowly
She comes
Moving up slowly
She comes
Moving up slowly
Inertia creeps
Moving up slowly
She comes
Moving up slowly
Moving up slowly"

They pressed and wriggled together, pushing in a rocking tide. She would push him back, he would push her, their hips and hands locked to each other as if they were on writhing being, one mind. A wide grin spread over michael's lips, his eyes slipping open. He had a look on his face that made him look seventeen instead of fourteen.

"In my home no chrome as clear as
See me now with my nearest dearest.."

Michael was listening to the music now, and he pressed the hand at Ezzy's neck down over her shoulder, traipsing fingers over the skin, a heavy touch, but the way he held his fingers spoke of grace and gentle caresses. It was all for show, and he didn't mind at all. Michael liked to move to the music, it always felt right, somehow free. It didn't matter what he was, didn't matter where he was. Ezzy would always keep him safe, and he didn't have to worry about anything else.

"Been there when I'm over careering
Room shifting is endearing.."

He moved a hand up to her cheek, tilting her head away from him as he moved, mouth just above the skin of her shoulder, trailing breath over her shoulder, up her neck, lightly over her jaw, then pushing her gently away from him, swaying steps as he turned, twisted, as if he were water pouring gently from a faucet, arms going above his head, resting over his hair.

He ended up bumping into a boy who turned him around, long brown hair ever so slightly curly, hanging down at his shoulders. His chocolate brown eyes were thick as pools, and Michael was only too willing to throw himself in and drown. His head was thick with an odd dizziness, and he felt like he was falling, arms going around the boy's shoulders, pressing up against him as the music continued, but he couldn't hear it anymore. All he could see in his vision was chocolate brown.

"Awww..Yurick, lookit. You've caught him. And you're early. No fair." Ezzy pouted, breathing a little heavy from their dancing, crossing arms under her ample chest. Yurick moved, turning the boy in his arms, cutting off that vampire energy that he hadn't tried to control. Vampires could draw you in with their eyes, take your mind and roll you lilke nobody's business. Make you do things you never would have done, and like it, even make you forget afterwards.

Michael blinked, wondering how he had gone from facing one direction, to facing another. "Uhh..." he blushed as arms wrapped around his shoulders, and looked up, staring into the most handsome guy he had ever seen. He wanted to plunge hands into the boy's hair and just feel it, one hand actually coming up to do just that. "So soft.." he murmured to himself, grinning with a heavy happiness in his head. He was glad that he wasn't wearing much, because he felt suddenly hotter than he should have been.

"Hey there, pretty thing." the boy had a thick accent that michael couldn't quite place, and he looked about fifteen or sixteen to him. He didn't care though. He liked this guy, and he wanted to climb him like a kitten, an actual purr in his throat. "Hi." Michael said in a far away dreamy voice. Or maybe it was just far away to him. He giggled, and it made him feel breathless and dizzy.

His legs started to wobble, and he slid down, the arms around his shoulders tightening, then moving faster than he could even comprehend down to scoop him up, carrying him with one arm under his back, the other under his legs. With a gleeful giggle Michael threw arms around the boy's chest and back, kicking his feet, making himself quite the difficult bundle to hold. He didn't usually throw himself all over people, but this boy smelled nice, and he had such pretty eyes..

Ezzy leaned into the two, grinning from ear to ear. "Happy Birthday, mikey." She winked, and it only made the asian boy giggle and squirm, nearly slipping from the so sweet smelling boy's arms. There was an odd scent in there, something still, and kind of like snakes, but michael liked snakes. They had fangs.