Post by BILLY CAMERON BEAUMONT on Apr 29, 2012 12:27:52 GMT -5
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It was a beautiful day, the sun was out and had been all morning. Billy had woken up and started on his morning regime. Showering and washing his long blonde hair - when he was younger he refused to get it cut, even though his grandfather had almost chopped it off with the garden shears. He was glad now that it was natural, putting on a wig every day would have been really annoying. Though being able to change the colour to fit each outfit would be nice. Waxing and moisturising his legs wasn't painful anymore since he had done it a million times. The spray tan was next, giving his skin a healthy glow that lucky didn't turn him orange. Painting his nails allowed him some time to look around his dorm. It was pretty big, supposed to hold two people as the single beds suggested. But Billy had pushed them together to make a double in an attempt to not get a room mate. It wasn't that Billy didn't want to share, he just doubted there was anyone who wouldn't question why he spent ninety-nine percent of his time in women's clothes. He then applied his make-up, which he was getting quicker at by the day. He had learnt the difference between 'day-time' make-up and 'night-time' make-up and had recently been trying a more natural look - despite the false lashes, which he couldn't live without.
Wiggling his waist into bikini bottoms and some shorts he turned to face the mirror. Now for the difficult part, the top. Strapping the other half of the swim suit around his body and then around his neck, he pressed silicone fillers into where his breasts should have been, if he had any. He admired himself in the mirror and decided that they looked convincing enough. He wasn't planning on anything special. Pulling a vest top over the top and then his shoes he was ready to hit the beach.
He had planned to go ever since he had arrived at the school, but his timetable and the recent kidnapping had the school on lock down. But now the students had returned they had been more lenient with people leaving the building - as long as they returned before dark. Billy had no desire to stay out after dark anyway, not at the beach. Biting his lip he flicked his hair over his shoulder and grabbed a bag with a towel. Leaving the room he spent a moment fumbling with the keys before finally hearing the click of the lock.
With a smile he walked the few steps to the room next door and gave it a light knock, Anyone awake in there who wants to come to the beach? he called with a grin, hoping Star would be the one to open the door. He had met Star on his first day and they had clicked instantly, it was like they had always known each other. Billy didn't trust anyone more than he trusted Star, plus they were always up for a laugh together.
It was a beautiful day, the sun was out and had been all morning. Billy had woken up and started on his morning regime. Showering and washing his long blonde hair - when he was younger he refused to get it cut, even though his grandfather had almost chopped it off with the garden shears. He was glad now that it was natural, putting on a wig every day would have been really annoying. Though being able to change the colour to fit each outfit would be nice. Waxing and moisturising his legs wasn't painful anymore since he had done it a million times. The spray tan was next, giving his skin a healthy glow that lucky didn't turn him orange. Painting his nails allowed him some time to look around his dorm. It was pretty big, supposed to hold two people as the single beds suggested. But Billy had pushed them together to make a double in an attempt to not get a room mate. It wasn't that Billy didn't want to share, he just doubted there was anyone who wouldn't question why he spent ninety-nine percent of his time in women's clothes. He then applied his make-up, which he was getting quicker at by the day. He had learnt the difference between 'day-time' make-up and 'night-time' make-up and had recently been trying a more natural look - despite the false lashes, which he couldn't live without.
Wiggling his waist into bikini bottoms and some shorts he turned to face the mirror. Now for the difficult part, the top. Strapping the other half of the swim suit around his body and then around his neck, he pressed silicone fillers into where his breasts should have been, if he had any. He admired himself in the mirror and decided that they looked convincing enough. He wasn't planning on anything special. Pulling a vest top over the top and then his shoes he was ready to hit the beach.
He had planned to go ever since he had arrived at the school, but his timetable and the recent kidnapping had the school on lock down. But now the students had returned they had been more lenient with people leaving the building - as long as they returned before dark. Billy had no desire to stay out after dark anyway, not at the beach. Biting his lip he flicked his hair over his shoulder and grabbed a bag with a towel. Leaving the room he spent a moment fumbling with the keys before finally hearing the click of the lock.
With a smile he walked the few steps to the room next door and gave it a light knock, Anyone awake in there who wants to come to the beach? he called with a grin, hoping Star would be the one to open the door. He had met Star on his first day and they had clicked instantly, it was like they had always known each other. Billy didn't trust anyone more than he trusted Star, plus they were always up for a laugh together.
