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It was a day much like any other, the morning sun was rising on another beautiful Monday morning. “Nathan you’re gonna be late for school, get your butt up!” A womanly voice called out.

A boy lay in a bed looking up at a poster of a hand seeming to come out of a grave, a bright moonlight shone in the back with bloody red hiragana across the poster. Beneath it in English it said the word “Girugamesh” His eyes lazily veered to the side, on his bed there was a small cute figure of a male doll, with black felt hair and a little smirk on the doll’s face.

The boy slipped out from his covers, his chestnut hair was an absolute mess. “I don’t have to go in until like noon mom. I have a free period this morning!” The boy shouted in response, his uniform

dangled hanging from a pole in his open closet at the opposite end of his bed.

“Well…Alright, just don’t be late otherwise you’re never gonna hear the end of it from your father!” She spoke in a lukewarm tone. “I’m heading off to work, be good and have a good day!” Silence ensued and a click of the door echoed through the home.

Nathan got up from his bed, in his boxer-briefs shuffling over to his closet. He took the uniform and got himself dressed; slipping his black shoes on followed by the dark blue overcoat of the uniform. Tightening up his red tie which matched quite nicely with the white button up shirt. “Alright, I’ve still got….Wow I’ve still got a few hours.” He smiled surprised.

Looking down he noticed his suede shoes were looking like they’d seen better days, the tongue of his shoes looked like they were ready to rip right out. The laces were weathered, having seen several school years, and many puddles to boot. “Well...They seem to be on their last leg.” The male chuckled.

“While I’ve got some time, and a little bit of extra spending money since I worked an extra day over at Level up. I can pick up a new pair of shoes! Then again mom always does buy them...” He paused. “Maybe doing something for her will help me in the end, you never know!” shrugged with a smile and slipped his shoes on, grabbed his backpack and headed out the door.

The boy walked down the driveway and over to the garage sitting beside it, grabbing a cherry red bicycle out of the garage and hopped on the seat of his bike and pedaled his way out to the street. Minutes passed as the boy traveled down the road, his hair swept back by the breeze of his pedaling.

He stopped at a fairly large establishment parking his bike in a rack and plopped down his bag with an audible “Thud!” Unzipping the bag he pulled out a chain clicking the lock on it around the bike’s frame. “He looked at the glass doors that stood before him and walked in through the entrance, inside he was met with a blast of cold air from the vents. Fairly upbeat music purveyed the

halls; people hustled and bustled through the mall, some with bags others with children hanging on their hands as they marched forward.

The boy walked down the wide path seeing store upon store until he came across a small shoe store, it looked like more a rustic shoe store from a rural town as opposed to one you would find in a large mall like they were in. Inside was a woman sitting at the counter with a rather dull expression on her face, long jet black hair, light green eyes. Wearing a fairly plain dress, maroon in color, upon her name tag it had the name “Astrid”.

“Excuse me?” Nathan spoke up. The woman seemed to be brought out of a daydream.

“Yes! How can I help you young man? Welcome to my humble establishment.” Her voice flowed like water yet her words had a feeling of sophistication to it, as if she were from a respected family.

The boy looked to her with a bit of an anxious expression. “I-I’m looking for a new pair of shoes.” He said with a little more confidence. “Something that shows a professional outlook but also would be respected by my classmates.” He mentioned.

“I’ve got just the pair for you my boy! Wait here!” The strange woman scurried off into the back room.

“Boy why couldn’t I just have went to J-Mart like my mom always does?” He mumbled and scratched the back of his head.

The woman came rushing back with a pine box, covered in dust. “These lovelies have been waiting for the right person and I believe they are [b]PERFECT[/b] for you!” Taking a deep breath blowing the soot off of it.

The young man hacked and wheezed, his overcoat and uniform covered in soot. “Oh my deepest apologies!”

“Ah geez!” He spluttered spitting out dust and debris from the old box. “No harm done...” He grumbled. “Least my outfit isn’t completely wrecked.” He complained. “So what the heck is so special about these dumb shoes anyway?” The boy said with an uncaring tone.

The woman narrowed her gaze as she opened the old wooden box. These shoes aren’t any ordinary shoes boy.” She stated. “These shoes were hold a great power within them granting the wearer their greatest desires reality!” She exclaimed with a laugh.

The boy looked at the pair of pink tap shoes, they looked like they’d never seen the light of day. “They’re cute, but first off your story seems like it’s pure unbridled hogwash.” He scoffed, the woman turned up her nose to him.

“Hogwash, fine then.” She shoved them to his chest. “If you don’t believe it why not try them on and see for yourself?” a sly smirk crept upon her red lips.

Nathan shoved them back at her and shook his head in detest. “Thanks but I’ll pass lady. My shoes are fine.” The young man stepped back from the counter and began walking out the door, before he left the store the woman spouted at him loudly.

“Heed my words boy! These shoes would have helped you control your power! Now you are left to it’s control.” The woman had a sickening smirk on her face. Her fingers clutched the wooden box close to her bosom.

Nathan shook his head and walked out of the store and made his way through the mall’s vast walkways he looked at the stores for another place to pick up shoes, “Wonder what the heck she was rambling on about.” he laughed sheepishly, before a sharp shooting pain localized in his toes. “Dang it…! What the heck...” He looked around for a bench, his feet feeling as if he’d been running laps all day for soccer practice.

Spotting a bench he rushed himself over quickly and looked down at his feet, it was like the shoes were crushing his feet. He took a closer inspection of his shoes seeing how the rubber sole was now coming off! All the while in the ambiance, “I don’t wanna anymore!” A voice shrilled. His ears picked up the sounds of distress veering his gaze to an older woman seemingly arguing with a young girl a few years younger than him.

“You’re going to continue it whether you want to or not missy and that’s final. I did not pay almost four hundred dollars in lessons this month just so you can walk away from it!”

The little girl was wearing a pastel pink leotard and tutu, upon closer inspection Nathan could see little designs polka dots on it. It was something little girls would gush over. The woman scoffed taking her daughter by the wrist and began to drag her along the way. “Come on!” She grunted, her daughter yanked hard against her mother’s tugging. Causing the woman to stumble off balance whacking a ladder. Nathan seemed lost in his own world, unbeknownst beside him was a man working on a ladder, renovating an old part of the mall. On his brush was a light tan colored paint, the man’s bucket rattled as it rested atop, the paint pail rocked as the man lost his footing on the ladder.

The pail dropped off of the ladder falling from the disastrous events of the poor man; “Heads up!” the man shouted. But it was too late, the bucket had already spilled down leaving an arc of thick tan paint to spill on the young man’s outfit.

“Augh!” He cried out in anguish, the thick coat of industrial paint. The woman saw the poor boy covered in the paint in distress instinctively rushing over to him.

“Oh my god are you okay?? You weren’t hit with that pail were you??” She grabbed him by the cheeks inspecting him for and injuries.

“I-I’m okay. Just...Covered in paint.” He moped. “Dammit all, my uniform is ruined!” He protested.

“Hold on, I’ve got something that might be able to help. “Come on Maria Move it!” The young woman rolled her eyes following her mother. The woman took Nathan’s arm tightly and rushed him off into the dance studio just down the way. “There’s a changing room just over here.” She pushed the boy into a room, it was fairly plain from what could be seen.

Beige color walls surrounded him, inside was a wheeled rack as well as a small area to change privately.

“Is it really okay for me to be in here? I mean this is the changing room for the dancers...” Nathan said uncomfortably.

“Don’t worry, I’m good with the gal the runs this establishment! Now we gotta get you outta this uniform, I’ll get you a new one lickity split!” Her eyes darting around for anything for him to wear.

“Y-yeah but!” He spat out before she was off again. “Ugh…” He groaned flicking his wrists splattering the eggshell color paint onto the carpet.

“That’s my mother for you. Here in a moment and gone in the next.” The daughter said, she looked to be about twelve years old; a spitting image of her mother. Her voice was shrill and had a very snobby air around her.

Nathan looked at her outfit and couldn’t help but smile. “That’s a um...” He cleared his throat. “That’s a cute outfit you’re wearing there.”

The young girl looked at him with grumpy frown. “It is not! It’s stupid, all the kids make fun of me for it.” She crossed her arms.

Nathan gave her a sincere smile. “I think you look fabulous in it. You totally rock it.” He tried to encourage the young girl. “My name’s Nathan, what’s yours?” He tried to break the awkwardness.

“...Marie.” She spoke up. “Do you really think I look good in it?” She asked.

“Oh totally! I mean heck I wish I could rock it like you.” He blurted out so suddenly. His face reddened in embarrassment.

“You okay there?” She asked. Nathan nodded his head staring down at the bold pink shoes she wore, they looked so comfortable compared to his own.

“Those shoes are so cute, I’m sure they’d make anyone feel like a pretty princess if they wore those.” He made mention. “I mean they click, when you walk; they’re a pretty pink and they look SO

comfortable.” He gushed. His mannerisms seemed a little off from what he acted like before, but he didn’t seem to really pay any heed.

Marie had a little smile on her face, seeing an opportunity to get out of a bad situation. “Why don’t you wear it then! I mean you look like your feet about my size, you’ve got SUCH dainty feet! And I mean the outfit, it’s a super stretchy material. If my daddy can fit in it you sure can.” She giggled.

Nathan looked at it shaking his head smiling. “N-no! That’s silly, I wouldn’t wear something so...Pink.” He tried to protest.

“Aw c’mon, you said yourself you wish you could be a pretty princess.” She giggled and taunted him.

“I-I never said that! I just said that I would feel like one in those shoes.” His face turned a bright red.

“So put it on! It won’t hurt, no one’s gonna laugh! I promise.” She held her hands behind her back, swaying back and forth, her fingers crossed with an oh so innocent smile on her face. “It can’t hurt, I mean even if you just put it on for a quick peek.” She smiled brightly.

Nathan sweated profusely weighing his options carefully. “I mean...I guess it can’t hurt. Fudge it. I mean why not?” He had a goofy smile on his face giggling incessantly.

“You mean it?? I mean great! I’ll go get changed now!” She squealed with joy scampering off to the changing room.

“W-wait! You don’t have anything to change into.” He spoke up.

“Don’t be stupid, my school uniform is in my locker here.” The girl scoffed. “No peeking!” She shouted and shut the pale door to the private changing area.

Nathan stood there in the silence, listening to the quiet contemporary music that seemed to fill the atmosphere. The young man lifted up his leg to his hips, leaning down tugging off his ugly paint

crusted shoe; alternating to his other leg and removing them. His black socks seemed to have absorbed some of the stench of paint as well as even a little speckling of the paint itself.

Minutes later the young girl stepped out of the changing room in her normal school outfit, simple black skirt and over shirt with a red bow on the front. “Here! Quick put it on!” She egged him on.

Nathan took the tutu from her along with the shoes from the girl and scurried his way over to the changing corridor. He shut the door with an audible “ker-thunk!” sound. He hurriedly started to remove his coat throwing it to the ground, haphazardly he unbuttoned his under shirt and started yanking arms out; turning it inside out. The two paint drenched pieces hit the ground as the boy began eagerly working on his pants.

He yanked both his pants and underwear off with such gusto gawking at the pink outfit. “ohh yes...” He chuckled and smiled excitedly. The material certainly did stretch! But...It didn’t seem to stretch enough, it looked like it was tight on him. “It feels like I’m wearing nothing at all!” He laughed staring at himself in the mirror on the inside.

His crotch certainly showed in the thin fabric on the bottom of it. The bright bubblegum pink tutu on him seemed very off but he didn’t seem to care in the slightest! He tried to put the shoes on though tried as he did they just wouldn’t fit. The more tenacious he became it seemed like they became more pliable to his feet. The more he pushed eventually the metal plates on the bottom of the shoes came right off! Becoming like a formal pair of shoes. “Perfect!” He tapped them around on the ground, “They feel so perfect. Like they were made just for me.” He stated.

Nathan sprang forth from the changing room with a burst of energy, a pirouette as well as a polite curtsy to the young girl. Marie looked at him in complete disbelief. “Oh my god I can’t believe you actually did it.” She could barely contain her laughter.

“D-don’t laugh! You promised you wouldn’t!” He frumped looking at the girl feeling absolutely betrayed by the little girl.

“Look at you, you even got a little bit of pudge going on here!” She giggled poking his stomach. The boy squirmed uncomfortably and folded his arms pouting. “I-I’m not fat. You’re just being being a bully!” He exclaimed.

“No you’re just big. Your feet don’t fit, and-” She paused looking down seeing just how his crotch pushed so hard against the fabric. “Ew… Really? you’re so gross.” She taunted him.

“I’m not gross, I’m beautiful. You said so yourself.” He protested. “It’s not my fault...” He murmured.

The young girl poked his bulging leotard, making the young man squeal and wriggle inside of his silken sissy tutu. “D-don’t do that!” He whined. “It’s very sensitive!” He mentioned.

This only made the little girl more curious. “So you don’t want me to poke it?” She gave a silly little giggle.

Nathan shook his head. “No, it’s very sensitive down there.” He protested.

“So you wouldn’t want me to do this?” The little girl sprang forth her hand grabbing his bulge in her hand and gave him a firm squeeze.

The young man stifled a moan of pleasure, his manhood throbbed heavily in her hand. His body spasmed as the light pink arouond his bulge turned darker and wetter. “G-ggugh!” He made such an un-lady like sound.

“Eww!” The girl screeched when he bucked forward. Her hand letting go almost immediately. “Gross! What did you do!”

“I’m so terribly sorry!” His demeanor seemed to change almost entirely when that happened.

“Eh? What was it?” She repeated.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about…” Nathan responded. His voice seemed to raise slightly in octave. All the while the two were arguing amongst each other. Marie’s mother came rushing back with an outfit in hand.

“I’ve got you an-…” She stopped cold in her tracks seeing the young man in the tutu and the pink shoes. “Son, why on earth are you wearing that get up?” She seemed rather annoyed by the fact.

“What ever do you mean? This is my uniform for school. I appreciate your help but I really must get going soon, lest I be late!” He said with a chirp to his voice.

Marie’s mother shook her head. “Did you really hit your head or what boy? You’re acting like you’ve got a case of the crazies going on.” She stepped in front of her daughter.

“Ma’am I really don’t know what you’re talking about.” He smiled. “I’m comfortable and happy with what I’m wearing.” He said rather proudly.

The woman raised her brow. “Right...Well I’m not gonna stop you then… Just make sure you get checked out alright?” She hurried herself and her daughter out.

When the woman left Nathan seemed to feel as if a trance had been broken looks at himself in the outfit with a shriek. “Goodness what’s happened!” He glanced up at the clock. “Oh shoot! If I don’t hurry I’m never gonna hear the end of it!” The boy cried out making his way to the door. Every step he took his hips swayed back and forth, even his hands seemed to sway with it.

When he left the changing room and ran out into the mall he dashed, gently pushing people aside. His stride was very feminine, much like you would see of a young girl in a similar situation. The boy slowed down to a stop, he could feel those eyes all over him. Watching him, judging him. In his head he felt like he could hear them talking about him. He covered his ears in hopes to block out the noise, quickly rushing himself out of the building and skipped to his bicycle.

The sun was high in the skies, he looked down at the bike locked up, crouching down he began t fiddle with the word lock trying to swiftly solve the puzzle. Finally after several failed attempts the

boy spelled out the word “Cake” “Why on earth couldn’t I just get that the first time!” He scrambled to put the lock into his backpack.

Pulling back the bicycle he hopped on quickly pedaling off. Up the hill he went, pushing as far as his strong legs would take him. “I am so dead.” Is all he could repeat to himself as he blasted down the road. His rear up in the air for all to see as he pedaled along.

By the time he finally got to the school the bell was buzzing loudly. “Shoot!” He cried out. Rushing his bike to the rack and finally locking it back in. He pulled the door wide open and rushed his way into the florescently lit hallway. The halls were almost completely empty, there were a few straggling students in the halls that when the door opened, instinctively veered their gaze at the boy in the leotard.

Nathan’s face grew exceptionally red when he noticed a good friend of his saw him in such an unusual outfit. “Nate, is that you?” The blond haired male came rushing over to him. “What the heck are you wearing dude?” He guffawed.

“D-don’t laugh Alex it...” He paused “It’s not funny.” He stood up for himself. “I will happen to let you know I...I like it.” He said with a clear mind.

“Seriously?” His blond friend asked astounded by such a change in his demeanor.

“Yes. I do. I like it a lot actually, it feels comfortable.” He twirled for his friend. Alex looking at the young male didn’t seem at all impressed with his ‘transformation’.

“Well alright I guess. But you know I’m totally not comfortable with you acting this way… I mean we can still be friends. I’m cool if you wanna do this but you...Just don’t get crazy on me please?” The young boy pleaded.

Nathan nodded his head in affirmation to his friend and gave him a soft hug. “Thank you. Truly.” He smiled.

The young male began making his way to his noon class, his hips swaying back and forth as he trotted up the stairs to a small classroom, the words “Bio 1” on the front of the door. Class already in session. He opened the door to the classroom, everyone had already taken their seats and the lesson had begun.

“Ah Nathan...How nice of you to join us. And may I be the first to say you look. Radiant.” The class seemed to laugh and clamor because of his look. He blushed and looked at the teacher. “I’m sorry Mr Tompkins, it won’t happen again.” He murmured slinking over to his seat in the back row.

As the lecture ensued Nathan thought to himself about why this happened to him, and it all began to sink in. “That shoe sales woman!” He muttered to himself. “She mentioned something about my power...” Then it all seemed to sink in. “Of course!” He exclaimed.

“

Is there something you wish to share with the class today? Besides your extravagant fashion; and your love for the color pink?” Mr Tompkins scolded.

The male looked down. “No sir, sorry sir.” He mumbled quietly. He rested his head gently on his desk and closed his eyes, it was already turning out to be a very long day and it was only going to be longer.

Commission for False_Princess