Chapter 2

Alliyah POV:

"I'm glad my parents understands that I'm gay. I'm moving to high school next year. That's where the challenge will start.

They told me to be the male I was born to be but I am proud of who I am.

I am Alliyah. When I was aged 4-6; people thought I was girl. Not because of my name but because I looked like one. Everywhere i went i heard positive comments which faded after them hearing my gender.

My name is girly; and so is my physical appearance.

This is who I am. Maybe when I was born; my parents thought I was a girl before they named me.

I don't understand why people won't understand; Making it hard for me to want to even attend high school.

But do I care what they say?

When I was young; I always wore my mother's dresses and make ups behind my parents back. And I'd do it again now. In fact; I must. "

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It was a hot day when I decided to pop into my bedroom; switched on the fan; opened the windows and enjoyed the coolness.

Boredom had me laying on my bed; half asleep and almost naked.

I didn't want to sleep in the afternoon because I was scared I won't be able to, at night, and so I decided to stand up and have fun with my closet.

Before I went there; I decided to check my mothers make up closet where I picked up some make up to put on.

"Red cherry lipstick; Elizabeth Arden Standing Ovation Mascara and some face powder..."

I don't think my parents heard me run from their bedroom to mine... Haha... But anyways I managed.

I looked myself in the mirror. Reflecting my beautiful face.

I took some makeup and makeup-ed my face. My lips were reddish; my face was bright and my eyebrows were superb.

It took me a while but I'm a fan of fashion. So it wasn't that hard for me to carefully colour my lips with the lipstick and put on some makeup.

All the clothes I ever had were males. Fancy pants; tackies; jockeys etc. My parents had not started to buy me gay clothes yet and so I'll continue to wear these unless I style em up a bit. By gay clothes; I mean girl clothes. Dresses; skirts; 7-inch stilleto and maybe consider some pink undies too. I swear I'll look hot!

I can already imagine myself in a Bell - Sleeve jumpsuit with bronze earrings; white sandals and a cross body bag. My dream wear!

I then took a knitting kit; cut my pants until they were quarter. And designed them into a stylish look trusting some tips I read from a magazine once. Trust me; I didn't know what I was doing yet I hoped for positive results.

After some few minutes; probably after half an hour; I held my redesigned pants in my hands and thought to myself; "Oh my God; I didn't know I was so good at this. Maybe I should become a fashion designer in future. Yes; I should add it in one of the careers I consider"

These days; gays wear stylish looks, impressive wigs and high heels. So since I'm one of them; I too want to look stylish. I mean; maybe I might even find myself a nice hot guy with 6 hot abs and a handsome look! (Sigh)

I then popped again in my mothers bedroom closet where i picked up a stylish Brazilian wig and put it on my short haired head, and put on a Sky di Gloria deodorant. Lastly; I polished my nails with a Morgan Taylor Platinum nail polish. After a few minutes I was already done dressing and perfecting my face; that's when I ran down to my mom to show her my new look and tell her about a suggestion I came up with concerning my new look...

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I decided to use simple words and simple grammar because Alliyah is just a 11 years old; who seems to know more about him self than he should.

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