It had been a hectic few months in the Beaumont household. Billy had been called home to the news that his father was very ill, not that Billy had any real connection to his father - the two hadn't been seen together since a fishing trip that ended with Billy admitting he had a thing for short dresses and high heels. They hadn't talked since. But Billy had been told by his mother that he had no choice in the matter, and that he had to go. The blonde hadn't complained, it had given him a short holiday from school.
Sadly on the day Billy was due back, his father had suffered a heart attack that killed him. So Billy was offered a few more days to himself. The death hit him harder than he expected. There had been deaths in the family before - grandparents, aunts, uncles. But nothing so close as a parent. It felt bizarre, lonely, and Billy began distancing himself from the people that had been surrounding. Not just his family, he stopped contacting his friends; phone switched off, computer shut down. Anything he could do to get away from everything.
It felt good for a while, shutting out the drama of school and who was sleeping with who. But then it became even more lonely, with no one to turn to for support. Billy tried to convince himself he didn't need anyone's help and that it was probably for the better that his father wasn't around to see the dissapointment Billy had become.
Suddenly eveything in Billy's life became such an effort; getting out of bed in the morning, putting on make-up, picking an outfit to wear. During the day Billy would sulk around the house with his hair up and his sweatpants on, looking more and more like a boy each day. The blonde didn't seem to notice the change, and if he did he saw no reason to change.
In the evenings, however, Billy really began to out-shine himself. Skimpy-er outfits, over-the-top make-up, whatever it took to keep all eyes on him. He was becoming a teenage paradox. With his powers on top of that he rarely spent a night in his own home; staying away from the mourning family.
It was three weeks before Billy returned to school. People whispered in the corridor about his disappearance, but no one had been told the truth. That was the best part, Billy could shrug it off as an extended holiday. Nothing to worry about, nothing to talk about. Secrets upon secrets.
He stood looking out over the dark green sports fields, his hands tucked away safely in the pockets of his skinny blue jeans. He could feel the wind ticking his neck as his hair swooped over one shoulder. It was almost five in the morning, there wasn't a sound in the world. Smiling to himself, he scooped a handfull of his blonde hair into his fingers and filtered it through. He felt blissfully feminine, for the first time in a while.
He was going to get his life back on track, do what made him happy. Be the person he wanted to be and not what everyone else wanted. He was going to be free and no one was going to stop him.
Turning on his heels he walked slowly away from the muddy fields, his eyes darting into the shadows, half expecting someone to jump out at him. Not that he would have minded a bit of company, someone to take his mind off things.
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