Post by Lerkurlian Tamer on Mar 29, 2006 21:00:44 GMT -5
You're Supposed To!
A Rita Treyer Mini-Story-Part 2
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Pirelli drug Rita upstairs to her bedroom, then locked the two of them in. Rita stared at Pirelli in confusion as Pirelli started looking through her closet. "I don't care what I'm supposed to do." Rita said. "I don't like it."
"This'll do fine." Pirelli said, pulling out a navy blue skirt and sky blue blouse, handing it to Rita.
Rita stared blankly at it.
"Put it on." Pirelli ordered.
"Never." Rita protested.
"Come on..."
"Tell Ponce to put it on first."
"I did. Thats where my orange dress went."
Rita looked at Pirelli, puzzled.
"I never tried anything on kenny...I bet jenni did that."
Rita looked at the outfit. "Well it looks too big..."
"Better than if too small. I'm jsut a year older than you."
"...and what will this prove?"
"That you can be a girl too."
"No it don't, especially if Kenny and Ponce done it too."
"It didnt' work on them. Ponce cut up his dress and jenni probably got in trouble if she tried. Her mom pays attention."
"Well expect me to do the same. If you don't wanna be down a dress, you should keep it away from me."
"You need to wear a dress."
"For what? I'm not doing anything that needs me to wear one."
"That's why you should practice. No one will see you, not even anna. You won't want to wear it wrong."
Rita scowled. "Why do I even need to be doing this now?"
"For when you get married."
"Who says I wanted to?!?"
"You will."
"Well my bride will be wearing one. I won't need to."
"YOUR bride?"
"Yes!"
"You can't have a bride!"
"And why not?"
"You'd be the bride!"
"No I won't!"
"It's your job."
"No, it's your job."
"What sort of boy would agree to be a bride anyway?"
"Did I say I want to marry a boy?"
"But that's even more your job than being a bride."
"I don't like boys like that."
"I don't like most either, they smell, but someday we have to marry boys. And not ponce."
"What's wrong with marrying a girl?"
"You're a girl."
"I never said that..."
"I'll ask your mom."
"It don't matter..."
"Right. you're still a girl."
"But..."
"Therefore, you marry a boy."
Rita sat down on the floor and sighed.
"If you're a girl, you marry a boy."
"Well maybe, but we'll see. I don't have to if I don't want to."
"Why wouldn't you?"
"Because, I just... I feel like a boy, that's all..."
"Oooh, what if you married a prince and became a pretty princess with fluffy pink dresses?"
"...no thanks."
"How can you feel like a boy though?"
"I'm just more comfortable like that. I didn't think it'd be a big deal."
"But what is so good about boys compared to girls?"
"I could ask the same about girls."
"Girls get to wear pretty dresses and have fun. Boys make messes and are weird."
"Well boys wear cool pants and have fun. And they get to date the pretty girls too."
"You want to date the pretty girls?"
"Well... yeah."
"PUT ON THE DRESS."
Rita got up and reached for the outfit. "Okay, fine. But don't expect it to change anything."
Pirelli handed the outfit to Rita.
Rita put the outfit down beside her and pulled her shirt off. "Now how do you work this thing..."
"And just what is that?" Pirelli asked, noticing Rita's chest wrapped in bandages.
"What does it look like?"
"Take it off."
"Okay, fine." Rita said, unwrapping the bandages. She then picked the blouse up and slipped it on. She then unzipped and took off her pants.
"Now you unzip the skirt and step into it like shorts, except ther is no wrong hole. And then pull up and zip."
"I noticed..." Rita said, slipping the skirt on. She turned back around, facing Pirelli and blushing.
Pirelli straightened the skirt and blouse out on Rita. "Okie, next step..." Pirelli said, going back to the closet and pulling a pink box out of it. "Accessories and stuff."
"Accessories...?"
"Yeah!" Pirelli exclaimed, getting a brush out and started brushing Rita's hair. "It helps stuff."
"I hate my hair." Rita scowled. "My parents want me to grow it out long and they never take me to get it cut. Even Anna gets her hair cut. I'm supprised that they let me wear Brian's and Robert's old clothes..."
"Long hair is fun, especieally when purple."
"Not to me."
Pirelli finished brushing the Treyer's hair, then started putting blue butterfly clips and ribbons in Rita's hair. "You can do more with long hair"
"Ugh, this feels so embarrassing..."
"Next step, jewelery." Pirelli said, taking a little box out with plastic play-jewelry out. "What you want to wear? This one goes good with green eyes..."
"No reason to ask that, ya know. Not when I didn't even want to wear this."
"One moment for final part." Pirelli said, handing Rita a green necklace.
Rita took the necklace and put it on.
Pirelli then got out yet onother box, this time purple. "Makeup time!"
"Yeah... wait. What?!?"
Pirelli opened the purple box, getting out a powder brush. "Stay still."
Rita stood still, letting Pirelli brush all over her face, though in major Rita scowlmode. Pirelli then put the brush away and got out eyeliner. "Close your eyes. No scrunching." Pirelli ordered.
Rita closed her eyes and tried not to scowl as much. Pirelli started brushing Rita's eyes with a greenish powder.
"Now why wear makeup?" Rita asked. "I never saw the point..."
"It helps make you prettier, i think. And it's fun, it's like face paint that you can wear all day."
Alan: "What, so you're saying I'm ugly? Is having no freckles with this reddish-orange hair not good enough?" Rita barked, scowling some more. "And I hate face paint..."
"No, becuase by that logic I'm ugly too. And every other girl."
"Well... I think you're pretty without makeup..."
"I only wear it when playing or practicing for when a grown up. Although jenni doesn't wear make up eithe rand she's a teenager."
"So it's really not necissary...?"
Pirelli the got out some lipstick. "Maybe, but its fun to play with."
"You call this fun? It feels like I just fell into a puddle of warm mud..."
"Dont you like painting? Stay still, no talking."
Rita tried not to talk or scowl yet. Pirelli applied the lipstick to the Treyer. "Hmmm....what else..." she thought.
"You can talk now." Pirelli said.
"No, I don't like painting. Or fancy colors. Especially when they're on me."
"What colors do you liek then?"
"None. I guess I can tolerate blue the most though. Lemme guess... too boyish of a color?"
"No, blue goes good with pink and purple."
Rita sighed. "Oh snap..."
"So...now what?"
"I dunno. You're the one slapping this holloween costume on me."
"It's not halloween." Pirelli said, looking around. "You need shoes and a purse."
"A... purse...?"
"Yeah. It's useful for holding stuff. And pets. And more makeup."
"Pets?"
"Yeah."
"Aw come on..."
Pirelli walked to the closet again, getting a pair of her shoes out, as well as an oversized pink purse.
Rita scowled yet again, watching Pirelli come back. "This is by far, the most embarrassing thing I have ever done..."
"It's not that bad." Pirelli said, getting another idea and making yet another trip to the closet. "This is normal clothing, not princess clothing."
"You mean it gets worse...?"
Pirelli then pulled fairy wings and a crown out. "Ta da!"
"No... nononono..."
"Come on!"
Rita backed away. "You're lucky I'm even in this getup... I'm not gonna turn into your tinkerbell or anything."
"We can't play pretend? How about a tea party, mom never plays that with me..."
"Do I have to play in this?"
"Sure!"
"Geez, Pirelli. I've already had enough fanciness to last me a lifetime."
"But it's fun!"
"To you, maybe. Just because I have the same gender as you don't mean that I think this is even remotely as fun to me."
Pirelli thought. "And I don't think playing in mud is fun either."
"What does mud have to do with anything?"
"It's a boy thing to play. So I don't like it, its ikky and messy."
"None of my friends do it."
"Except ponce, of course."
"When did I refer to him as a friend?"
"True..."
Pirelli made an ikky face. "Like I never said he was my boyfriend."
"You're pretty cute. To tell the truth, I don't blame him at all... I mean, not that I'm taking his side on that. Heh."
"You better not be."
"Can I sit down now? Or is it too boyish to even do that?"
Pirelli sat on a chair near her bed. "Yeah, go ahead."
Rita went over, sitting on Pirelli's bed.
"You'd rather be with a girl?" Pirelli asked.
"Huh...? You mean..."
"To marry?"
"Yeah."
"How can you find a girl that'd marry a boy-girl?"
"I... I don't know... I mean, not that I wanna get married anyway. It's just what I prefer."
"Oh....I'd marry a boy. If Ponce didnt tell them all that i'm his girlfriend."
"It's just wierd for me. Hmmm... here, how would you feel if someone told you that you needed to marry a girl?"
"They're too much like me and its not supposed to be that way."
"That's the way I feel about boys. I mean look at how I am with everything. I just like too many boyish things. They're too much like me."
"Okay..."
"Don't get me wrong. I'm not totally closing myself to them. I'm just too uncomfortable with it now."
"We're still kids. We can play at this still."
"I guess so..."
"So, now what?"
"I'd like to get out of this thing and wash off. It's starting to itch."
"Okay. Can I take a picture?"
Rita stood up. "Um... sure..."
Pirelli picked her camera up off the stand beside her bed and pointed it at Rita. "Say cheese."
Rita continued scowling. Pirelli figured that the Treyer wouldn't actually smile in that outfit, and just took the picture. "Okay, there we go."
Rita hugged Pirelli. "Sorry about things. Though I hope you understand me better."
"It does. Sorry."
"Now if you don't mind, I really want to go wash off now..."
"Yeah, go ahead."
Rita grabbed her clothes from the floor and rushed out the door to the bathroom.
A Rita Treyer Mini-Story-Part 2
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Pirelli drug Rita upstairs to her bedroom, then locked the two of them in. Rita stared at Pirelli in confusion as Pirelli started looking through her closet. "I don't care what I'm supposed to do." Rita said. "I don't like it."
"This'll do fine." Pirelli said, pulling out a navy blue skirt and sky blue blouse, handing it to Rita.
Rita stared blankly at it.
"Put it on." Pirelli ordered.
"Never." Rita protested.
"Come on..."
"Tell Ponce to put it on first."
"I did. Thats where my orange dress went."
Rita looked at Pirelli, puzzled.
"I never tried anything on kenny...I bet jenni did that."
Rita looked at the outfit. "Well it looks too big..."
"Better than if too small. I'm jsut a year older than you."
"...and what will this prove?"
"That you can be a girl too."
"No it don't, especially if Kenny and Ponce done it too."
"It didnt' work on them. Ponce cut up his dress and jenni probably got in trouble if she tried. Her mom pays attention."
"Well expect me to do the same. If you don't wanna be down a dress, you should keep it away from me."
"You need to wear a dress."
"For what? I'm not doing anything that needs me to wear one."
"That's why you should practice. No one will see you, not even anna. You won't want to wear it wrong."
Rita scowled. "Why do I even need to be doing this now?"
"For when you get married."
"Who says I wanted to?!?"
"You will."
"Well my bride will be wearing one. I won't need to."
"YOUR bride?"
"Yes!"
"You can't have a bride!"
"And why not?"
"You'd be the bride!"
"No I won't!"
"It's your job."
"No, it's your job."
"What sort of boy would agree to be a bride anyway?"
"Did I say I want to marry a boy?"
"But that's even more your job than being a bride."
"I don't like boys like that."
"I don't like most either, they smell, but someday we have to marry boys. And not ponce."
"What's wrong with marrying a girl?"
"You're a girl."
"I never said that..."
"I'll ask your mom."
"It don't matter..."
"Right. you're still a girl."
"But..."
"Therefore, you marry a boy."
Rita sat down on the floor and sighed.
"If you're a girl, you marry a boy."
"Well maybe, but we'll see. I don't have to if I don't want to."
"Why wouldn't you?"
"Because, I just... I feel like a boy, that's all..."
"Oooh, what if you married a prince and became a pretty princess with fluffy pink dresses?"
"...no thanks."
"How can you feel like a boy though?"
"I'm just more comfortable like that. I didn't think it'd be a big deal."
"But what is so good about boys compared to girls?"
"I could ask the same about girls."
"Girls get to wear pretty dresses and have fun. Boys make messes and are weird."
"Well boys wear cool pants and have fun. And they get to date the pretty girls too."
"You want to date the pretty girls?"
"Well... yeah."
"PUT ON THE DRESS."
Rita got up and reached for the outfit. "Okay, fine. But don't expect it to change anything."
Pirelli handed the outfit to Rita.
Rita put the outfit down beside her and pulled her shirt off. "Now how do you work this thing..."
"And just what is that?" Pirelli asked, noticing Rita's chest wrapped in bandages.
"What does it look like?"
"Take it off."
"Okay, fine." Rita said, unwrapping the bandages. She then picked the blouse up and slipped it on. She then unzipped and took off her pants.
"Now you unzip the skirt and step into it like shorts, except ther is no wrong hole. And then pull up and zip."
"I noticed..." Rita said, slipping the skirt on. She turned back around, facing Pirelli and blushing.
Pirelli straightened the skirt and blouse out on Rita. "Okie, next step..." Pirelli said, going back to the closet and pulling a pink box out of it. "Accessories and stuff."
"Accessories...?"
"Yeah!" Pirelli exclaimed, getting a brush out and started brushing Rita's hair. "It helps stuff."
"I hate my hair." Rita scowled. "My parents want me to grow it out long and they never take me to get it cut. Even Anna gets her hair cut. I'm supprised that they let me wear Brian's and Robert's old clothes..."
"Long hair is fun, especieally when purple."
"Not to me."
Pirelli finished brushing the Treyer's hair, then started putting blue butterfly clips and ribbons in Rita's hair. "You can do more with long hair"
"Ugh, this feels so embarrassing..."
"Next step, jewelery." Pirelli said, taking a little box out with plastic play-jewelry out. "What you want to wear? This one goes good with green eyes..."
"No reason to ask that, ya know. Not when I didn't even want to wear this."
"One moment for final part." Pirelli said, handing Rita a green necklace.
Rita took the necklace and put it on.
Pirelli then got out yet onother box, this time purple. "Makeup time!"
"Yeah... wait. What?!?"
Pirelli opened the purple box, getting out a powder brush. "Stay still."
Rita stood still, letting Pirelli brush all over her face, though in major Rita scowlmode. Pirelli then put the brush away and got out eyeliner. "Close your eyes. No scrunching." Pirelli ordered.
Rita closed her eyes and tried not to scowl as much. Pirelli started brushing Rita's eyes with a greenish powder.
"Now why wear makeup?" Rita asked. "I never saw the point..."
"It helps make you prettier, i think. And it's fun, it's like face paint that you can wear all day."
Alan: "What, so you're saying I'm ugly? Is having no freckles with this reddish-orange hair not good enough?" Rita barked, scowling some more. "And I hate face paint..."
"No, becuase by that logic I'm ugly too. And every other girl."
"Well... I think you're pretty without makeup..."
"I only wear it when playing or practicing for when a grown up. Although jenni doesn't wear make up eithe rand she's a teenager."
"So it's really not necissary...?"
Pirelli the got out some lipstick. "Maybe, but its fun to play with."
"You call this fun? It feels like I just fell into a puddle of warm mud..."
"Dont you like painting? Stay still, no talking."
Rita tried not to talk or scowl yet. Pirelli applied the lipstick to the Treyer. "Hmmm....what else..." she thought.
"You can talk now." Pirelli said.
"No, I don't like painting. Or fancy colors. Especially when they're on me."
"What colors do you liek then?"
"None. I guess I can tolerate blue the most though. Lemme guess... too boyish of a color?"
"No, blue goes good with pink and purple."
Rita sighed. "Oh snap..."
"So...now what?"
"I dunno. You're the one slapping this holloween costume on me."
"It's not halloween." Pirelli said, looking around. "You need shoes and a purse."
"A... purse...?"
"Yeah. It's useful for holding stuff. And pets. And more makeup."
"Pets?"
"Yeah."
"Aw come on..."
Pirelli walked to the closet again, getting a pair of her shoes out, as well as an oversized pink purse.
Rita scowled yet again, watching Pirelli come back. "This is by far, the most embarrassing thing I have ever done..."
"It's not that bad." Pirelli said, getting another idea and making yet another trip to the closet. "This is normal clothing, not princess clothing."
"You mean it gets worse...?"
Pirelli then pulled fairy wings and a crown out. "Ta da!"
"No... nononono..."
"Come on!"
Rita backed away. "You're lucky I'm even in this getup... I'm not gonna turn into your tinkerbell or anything."
"We can't play pretend? How about a tea party, mom never plays that with me..."
"Do I have to play in this?"
"Sure!"
"Geez, Pirelli. I've already had enough fanciness to last me a lifetime."
"But it's fun!"
"To you, maybe. Just because I have the same gender as you don't mean that I think this is even remotely as fun to me."
Pirelli thought. "And I don't think playing in mud is fun either."
"What does mud have to do with anything?"
"It's a boy thing to play. So I don't like it, its ikky and messy."
"None of my friends do it."
"Except ponce, of course."
"When did I refer to him as a friend?"
"True..."
Pirelli made an ikky face. "Like I never said he was my boyfriend."
"You're pretty cute. To tell the truth, I don't blame him at all... I mean, not that I'm taking his side on that. Heh."
"You better not be."
"Can I sit down now? Or is it too boyish to even do that?"
Pirelli sat on a chair near her bed. "Yeah, go ahead."
Rita went over, sitting on Pirelli's bed.
"You'd rather be with a girl?" Pirelli asked.
"Huh...? You mean..."
"To marry?"
"Yeah."
"How can you find a girl that'd marry a boy-girl?"
"I... I don't know... I mean, not that I wanna get married anyway. It's just what I prefer."
"Oh....I'd marry a boy. If Ponce didnt tell them all that i'm his girlfriend."
"It's just wierd for me. Hmmm... here, how would you feel if someone told you that you needed to marry a girl?"
"They're too much like me and its not supposed to be that way."
"That's the way I feel about boys. I mean look at how I am with everything. I just like too many boyish things. They're too much like me."
"Okay..."
"Don't get me wrong. I'm not totally closing myself to them. I'm just too uncomfortable with it now."
"We're still kids. We can play at this still."
"I guess so..."
"So, now what?"
"I'd like to get out of this thing and wash off. It's starting to itch."
"Okay. Can I take a picture?"
Rita stood up. "Um... sure..."
Pirelli picked her camera up off the stand beside her bed and pointed it at Rita. "Say cheese."
Rita continued scowling. Pirelli figured that the Treyer wouldn't actually smile in that outfit, and just took the picture. "Okay, there we go."
Rita hugged Pirelli. "Sorry about things. Though I hope you understand me better."
"It does. Sorry."
"Now if you don't mind, I really want to go wash off now..."
"Yeah, go ahead."
Rita grabbed her clothes from the floor and rushed out the door to the bathroom.
