Chapter 1

Hi my name is Alice and I have androphobia, a fear of men, so to avoid men I dress up like one, I know it’s stupid but it works. When I’m dressed up like a guy, I’m not going to lie I am a pervert because personally I think it’s funny. You’d think since I’m a girl and I’d like to be treated fairly I’d be nice to women, but sluts don’t need to be treated nice, in my perception, but I am nice and sweet the others; still a pervert of course. I have one guy friend I feel comfortable around, Josh, and yes he does know that I’m a cross-dresser. How I look like a guy is just the basics and kind of embarrassing to talk about it, so maybe I’ll get the guts to tell you later on in the book :P.


Day 1
“So” The principal started in a sigh. Her hair was put up in a perfect bun. I swear every time I look at her it seems she always has a cork up her ass; she seriously needs to get laid. “What’s the reason you missed school this time?” She asked tapping her fingers against the table.
I sighed, resting my hand on my cheek, partially covering my mouth, “I went to a strip club.” I mumbled, looking away from her, but apparently I didn’t mumble quiet enough because the pencil she had been holding snapped in half.
“You ditched three days of school just to see whores on poles!” She slammed her hand on the table, slowly grinding her teeth. I stood up and stared at her, I can’t believe I’m going to do this, but it has to be done sooner or later.
“I know, I know it’s hard work, but someone has to do it.” I waved my hand up and down in her face, her dark aura getting stronger and bigger. “Don’t be so jealous, you’ll get your turn.” I smirked. What I didn’t expect was for her to become gloomy. “You ok?” I placed my hand on her shoulder. I heard her mumble something, but I couldn’t make it out.
“Wait, what am I thinking I’m the principal!” She screamed placing her hands against her head. Nope she’s definitely not ok.
I placed my hand on her butt and the other around her neck, “Don’t worry, this is my job.” I placed my lips on her cheek, slowly moving to her mouth; EW, EW, EW she’s like thirty years old, but I have to do it, I can’t get in trouble now.
“Miss Smith you’re needed.” The secretary rushed in yapping, then gasping when she seen my hand on the principal’s ass. I slowly removed my hand from her, while the secretary made an o face and left. I put my hand on my head and sighed. I was so close from being in trouble too.

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 09.09.2012

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