A punk guy with a plan.

You turn around to see a goth looking guy about 6’ tall but no more than 150lbs at most with several piercings in his face and the traditional pale face with nearly zombie like black around his eyes. Complete with his black shirt, ripped jeans, combat boots, and leather jacket slung over his shoulder. “Well Alexis you coming or not?”

You look over your surroundings once again and rise to your feet on your high heels and realize you must now be around 5’8” as you stand a bit taller than him. Seeing no good alternative you decide to answer, “Sure.” Your voice is very feminine but the attitude you spit out with the word is perhaps more surprising to you.

“Good lets go.” He leads you through the halls to the exit and out into the parking lot to the final destination of an old 1995 mustang, originally red you think, but now mostly base metal and body putty. The interior is not half bad if you don’t mind the look of worn leather. “This is going to be perfect. Those jocks are going to regret ever messing with me.” He spouts this with a look of venom in his eyes as you speed away.

Confused you have no idea what to do. Sitting back you decide to enjoy the ride and pull down the visor to check yourself out in the mirror. The beautiful punk chic you see staring back at you with piercing blue eyes is not what you were expecting. Your hand runs softly back to your crotch to see that yes you still are technically a man despite your appearance. Finally you decide you at least need some kind of clue and ask, “So how is this going to work exactly again.” Again that scornful tone, a mix of hate of something you have no idea of and a general lack of caring for anything in particular.

“What do you mean? This was your idea.” He stammers obviously pissed, “You said you got Tom to go out with you tonight. You said you were going to fuck him and let me film it so the entire school would know he was gay just like he did to me. Don’t even tell me you are backing out or I swear I will just kill him and then myself.”

“No don’t worry I just wanted to be sure you still wanted to go through with it, last week you said you loved him.” What? How do you know that? Memories that aren’t yours almost seem to be sneaking in as if you were remembering your own life. “I have no problem doing this but I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Just do it like you promised I know if he is outed he will come back to me. I am sure of it we were fine till that cheerleader saw us talking after gym class. You just need to do it just like he did to me I will hide in the closet and when you bend him over I will film just your lower half banging him like he likes it.” Then you pull into an alley and he stops. “Ok, that is his house down there I will sneak in the back, the camera is already in he bedroom.”