53 The Boy in Purple

The small girl sat at a chair and began eating. Alora was able to analyze her properly. She had puffy cheeks and smooth face. All her features were feminine apart from her chin.

It looked like that of a boy's but Alora didn't mind. She was slim and had a supermodel's physique.

"Didn't you eat today?" Alora asked.

"No." The girl ate the last one.

"Are you lying?"

"No, I didn't eat pancakes."

"Well, what did you eat?" What lie was she going to tell her now?

"For my first breakfast, I had waffles. Second, guchup. Third..."

"Calm down." Alora's head was spinning. "So, this is your..."

"Fifth breakfast." She replied.

'And how was she in such perfect shape?'

The doors opened and Jiro was standing in front of it, wearing a pair of boots, gloves and protective glasses. And holding, guess what? A chainsaw that was turned on and making as noise as possible. The girl jumped back onto Alora and gave Jiro a side eye. She screamed but Alora hushed her.

"Oh, hey Lora." Jiro switched the saw off. "I was just about to amputate my nephew's foot."

"Wait, SHE IS A BOY?"

"Yes." Jiro was impatient.

'Seems like he really wants to take off her foot.' Alora thought. "Drop the chainsaw, Jiro. Now." He grumbled before storming out of the room.

"He is gone." Alora said to the girl or boy.

"Thanks." He returned to his seat and began eating the stacks of pancakes that Jiro had left on the table.

"Tell me, are you a boy or a girl?"

"I'm a boy but my mom like dressing me up like girl. But I like it." He swung his legs aimlessly.

"What's your name?"

"Hyun-Ki." He tugged at her hair. "Whar's yours?"

"Alora. My name is Alora."

She was still puzzled as to how he was a boy. She didn't want any evidence. She quiet ate the pancakes and Kiki ran out the french doors.

Alora followed him. Now, those french doors lead to the backyard that was covered with grass, flowers and a swing. Kiki sat on it and swung his feet wildly.

"Push me, Aunt Lora."

"Okay. Here we go me." She pushed him.

"Higher." He screamed. She pushed him again.

"Higher, auntie, higher."

She pushed him so hard that he flew right out of the swing. She ran and caught him before he hit the ground. But the speed at which he fell caused them both to tumble and hit the ground

"Again, again." He giggled.

He was lying right on her and she was staring into his eyes. "That's enough, little monkey." Kiki was too cute to be a boy. "Little monkey, do you like dressing like a girl?"

"Sometimes." He paused and rolled on his back as if preparing to tell her a great story, so she sat still and listened.

"Everyone gives me complements and says what a pretty girl I am. But, whenever I enter the boy's bathroom, all the boys run out. Mom makes me wear gowns, heels and sparkly shoes. But daddy doesnt say anything."

"Why don't you cut your hair short?" She asked sharply.

"Well," He twirled his hair around his finger like a typical girl. "Mom likes showing me off so, she never cuts my hair. She gets the best stylists to trim it. And every girl in school say that one of the boys have a crush on me. But it is gross."

"Then, when I tell a girl I like her, she screams and runs away. And now, no one likes me." His face drooped but then he smiled again.

"Hyun-Ki, are you disturbing our guest?"