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Okay well I hate romance with a burning passion so I don't actually know if romance will be the focus of this but I have no idea where else to put it at this point. Anyways, here's what I have so far:
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PLEASE NOTE: There is some foul language in here and the bare minimum of the suggestion of sexual content, so if that's not entirely your thing, don't read.
THX


He stared in the mirror, watching the brush's soft bristles go through his long brown hair. Hands gathered the bottom of his just-past-shoulder-length hair and brushed the split ends then snipped them smooth. Fingers combed through his hair to make sure there was no knots.

He watched this absently, not really paying attention. Unable to believe this was happening.

His mother started putting small braids through his hair. “You're going to look wonderful, Ariel. I promise.” She smiled pleasantly, his blue eyes looked at her sadly. His mother frowned. “Ariel, it's not that bad. You never do anything with your hair, how can one day be so bad?”

He said nothing. It wasn't his hair that was bothering him.

His mother continued braiding until all the braids were in, and Ariel watched as his hair went from flat and lanky to a fancy updo filled with braids and frills and his mother even put a couple jewels in with bobby pins. It was beautiful, he had to admit.

Two small strands hung on either side of his face and his mother curled them expertly. “You're gorgeous, Ariel, really you are.” She squeezed his shoulder reassuringly. He smiled back lamely.

She frowned again and crouched in front of him. “Honey, what's bothering you?”

“Nothing,” he lied. “Just...stressed, that's all.”

“You'll do fine. You don't even have to do anything, hardly. Just try not to trip.” She smiled again and he looked away.

She left and came back with a bag and dumped out its contents onto the table; sorted through it, looking to his hair and eyes to compare. She then set out to give him the perfect complexion, loading on toner, shadow, blush, mascara, liner, lip gloss, lip liner, lip stick, then added a couple sparkles at the corner of his eyes.

His gut tightened as he stared at his new image, one that was only seen outside of the palace. But today was different. Today, his life would change. And it would never be the same again.

“I'll be right back with your dress, Ariel. Can you please go to the middle of the room?” He stood up slowly as she left, still staring in the mirror. He felt tears coming and blinked them away, she'd be downright pissed if he ruined her hard work.

He walked carefully to the middle of the room and stopped, looking down at his bony frame, so skinny he had the curves of a woman. He glasped his hands in front of him and stared at the floor, waiting for his mother to return.

She did minutes later, carrying a large bundle and draping it over the back of the chair he'd been sitting in as she undid the cover. Her expression warmed so much at the sight of the virgin white that Ariel felt sick. She was more affectionate for the dress than him, he knew. No one could convince him otherwise.

He sighed to himself as she took the gown out with the hands of an angel, keeping it from dragging on the floor as she brought it over. White beads and intricate designs covered it, it was severly pinned at the waistline and the chest was flat, no form premolded into it.
She unzipped it and helped him step into it, gripping a hand with carefully decorated nails. She zipped it up in the back and found it to be loose.

“Ariel,” she scolded, frowning immediately, “We had to take this in so much as it was! You need to stop loosing weight or this will fall right off as you're walking!”

“Sorry, mother.” He answered habitually, not even meaning it anymore. He'd grown out of answering to her every whim, knowing what she did was wrong, but knowing no way to fix it.

“Damn right you're sorry.” She shook her head, scowling now. “Hold it here, please.” He grabbed it with timid fingers. “I'll grab Talaxia and she'll have to fix it....” she muttered more to herself as she walked out to grab the servant.

Ariel resisted rubbing his eyes, just looked at the cieling and blinked a couple more times. It wasn't his fault, not really. His mother had always wanted a girl and there was nothing he could do about that. When he was little, he knew no better when he was shoved into little pink frilly dresses and small stockings; hair tied with ribbons and nails painted red.

But he knew now. He'd seen all the men at the castle, and he wasn't one of them, in his mother's eyes. No, he was still her little princess and he imagined he always would be. They were rich as hell already, but to keep with the family tradition, his mother was forcing him to marry the prince of another rich monarchy. Never did it occur to her that it wasn't what he wanted.

What he wanted didn't matter. It never had and it never would. That didn't make it okay, but Ariel had grown used to it.

His mother walked in with Talaxia at her side, and held his wrists as Talaxia worked around him to pull the waistline in even further.

“If you lose anymore weight,” she muttered with a slightly awkward accent unknown to the region, “you will have no waist at all and you will snap. You need to eat, child. It's not particularly becoming but you need to be healthy to live long with Prince Uriel.”

His mother was glancing at his wrists quietly, admiring the job that the servants had done to cover up all the cuts. His wrists looked flawless up close, so far away it would be fine.

“...do you understand?” Talaxia was saying.

“Yes, Talaxia. I understand.” He said. He wondered if Price Uriel even knew he was a man. It was doubtful. Some of the people in the palace didn't even know he wasn't a woman. The disguise was flawless because it had never been anything else but natural. Wrong, but natural.

“Good.” She pulled the ribbon tight and fixed the bow in the back. “Alright, it is fixed. But it's tied so that you'll have to get someone else to undo it now or else you'll rip it.”

“Don't you dare try and take it off, Ariel, okay?”

“Yes, mother.”

Finally, after one more glance over, they decided he was ready. It had been almost four months of preparation and the day was finally here. Today was the day that Ariel would become the bride of Prince Uriel.



“You want to go, b***h?” Fists were raised, ready to pummel the man that had said those disgusting words.

“Oh, a fiesty one, huh?”

“Get any closer and I'll take your eye out.” She warned, whipping out her pocket knife and raised it, green eyes watching him like a hawk. Black hair cut short, hanging just barely over one eye.

“I dare you to try.” He hissed at her, grabbing her arm.

“Get away from me!” She screamed, trying to get her arm free. He gripped her wrist harder, forcing to drop the knife.

“I swear, if you do anything I'll punch your lights out.” She pulled with all her might but it was no use.

He grabbed her chin and forced her to look up at him. “You're a strong one, I'll give you ******** off,” she spat at his face. He growled at her and smacked her to the ground. She winced and tried to get up and scramble away but he caught the back of her hoodie and pulled her back. She shouted at him and pulled but he just grabbed one of her beltloops. Plaid boxers were underneath and his hand started to travel to the front but she grabbed his hand and pulled it away.

“You won't find what you're looking for down there,” she growled, bending forward and trying to kick him.

“What on earth do you mean?” He smirked darkly.

“I mean the stick you're craving isn't what I'm hiding.” This gave him enough pause that she yanked free and booked it out of the alley; didn't stop running until she got back to her house. She clambered in through the window and closed it behind her, flopping on her bed with a sigh.

Everyone thought she was a boy. She didn't blame the guy, she wore boys clothes and boys boxers and boys shoes and had boys hair. Her boobs were virtually nonexistant and curves was not a word in her vocabulary. It was deliberate.

She pulled off her shirt and pants, kicking them off to the side of her room, then slipped on her flannel pants, pulling on a muscle shirt and crawling into bed, wanting to sleep tomorrow away. It would be saturday, and all she would hear about was that god damn wedding between Princess Ariel whats-her-face and Prince Uriel whats-his-name.

She growled at the thought, rolling over and shutting it out as she tried to sleep.
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So yeah its called the punk and her bride cuz well you know, something will end up happening so they can meet and yeah, the guys really a girl and the girl is really a guy so its twisted but it works xD Both of them are totally gender confused. Yep.

Haha, thank you heart mrgreen