Visition Rights ~Dymetri~

[Serenity Miller]

Serenity walked calmly down the hall of
the boys dorms, she didn't mind it, it was
getting more comfortable than anything,
her boyfriend was down in this hall, and
she was glad for that, it still felt weird that
she had a boyfriend. It was like a less binding
commitment, but still a commitment in
it's own way compared to marriage. She
enjoyed how it felt to hug him, and yet she
resented it. She was full of contradictions
she was used to it, and she enjoyed it, she
smiled, she had seen him just the other day,
if not just yesterday, and yet she wanted to
see him again.

She smiled as she twitched and fixed her
clothes a little, she was a little better at
dressing herself, she was wearing her
normal blue jeans and pink shirt that
was normally left open to show off a
bikini top, but instead it was buttoned
one third of the way down than tied into
a belly shirt, it was decently modest
compared to what she usually wore, so
she was mildly proud of herself, she was
trying to change, though that wasn't
working so fast yet, she was still working
on it, she was keeping herself decently in
check.

She lightly knocked on his dorm room
door, her attitude had greatly improved,
she was less violent, mainly because she
didn't want to lose him, she loved him, to
what she believed was love, though, that
film was a little loose in her mind, but she
didn't care, she enjoyed her boyfriends
company. He helped her relax, whether
that was a good thing or a bad thing was
to be seen, she thought it was a good thing,
her aunt thought she was wasting her time,
and her mother just grumbled something along
the lines of, "My childs a whore...." and left it at
that.

She leaned against the wall outside of
his door, her patiance had well started
to be better, she was eager to do things,
well, she was, but she wasn't. She smiled
lightly to herself and looked at her hands
she had just got a french manicure, it
felt weird, but she noticed that when her
nails were in good shape, so were her hoofs
when she shifted, or at least that's what her
friend had said, she didn't care much for
making her nails look decent, but if it
didn't hurt her when she shifted, she
was all for it, she embraced her inner
animal, even though she couldn't
control it at all times.

[Dymetri Alexander]

Where Is Your God Now ?!

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Dymetri yawned and turned in his bed. His alarm clocked beeped loudly and he grumbled, smacking the top of it, causing the whole thing to topple to the floor. He sighed and rolled his sapphire orbs. He let out a disgruntled groan before rolling out of the bed. 'C'mon Dymetri you have to get up and do work.' He told himself, sprawled out on the plush rug that came out from under his bed. He solemnly pulled himself off the floor and too his feet. He was wearing plaid boxers and a big t-shirt that's easily covered his chest. He never bound when he slept and was surprised his roomies hadn't noticed yet. Good, no one was in the room. He easily slipped the shirt off his head and scrambled through his drawers to find his ace bandage and a wife beater. He pulled the black wife beater on first before wrapping his chest flat. This was something he hated that he had to do every day. He hated being biologically female.

He often laid and bed and wondered how different things would be if he was born a boy, born in the right body. Dymetri hated getting dressed because, it was just one more time he was reminded he was not in the right body. He let out a sorrowful sigh and pulled out a flannel, plaid, button up shirt and pulled the sleeves on. He took his sweet time buttoning it. Dymetri pulled out a pair of jeans from the bottom drawer of his dresser and pulled them on to discover the bottoms tattered. It came from wearing them often and them dragging on the ground. That was something he was actually tired of, the constant need to pull the bottoms of the pants out from under his feet.

Dymi found his way to his computer desk and slipped the small razor out from it's hidden spot under the monitor. He then went to work on removing the tattered bottoms of the pants. The threads broke easily under the blade of the razor. Holding the razor brought back the most recent time he held such blade. Tossing the tattered ends in the trash he rolled up his sleeves to inspect his arms. He ran his fingers over the smooth bumps of self-inflicted wounds. He hated this body, all the times he wanted to carve his skin off. This time the word embedded in his arm spelled HATE. Hate for his female body.

A knock interrupted Dymetri's thoughts. He quickly slipped the razor back into it's hidden spot and recovered his arms with his sleeves. He bounded to the door and fast graceful leaps. He pulled the door open to see the tall figure. A large grin grew on his pink lips and his blue eyes gleamed up at her. "Serenity." He smiled and pulled her into a hug before standing on his tippy-toes to kiss her cheek. This beautiful figure before him was his girlfriend, they had been together quite some time but, she still didn't know his secret.

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Omg! So, I created this post for Serenityand it's 510words. Sorry, it sucks, is all I have to say.

[Serenity Miller]

She smiled brightly at her boyfriend who had hugged her and kissed her cheek, she loved being around him, there was something about him that just made her happier than ever, and she knew not why. It wasn't like her to feel emotions she couldn't explain without a reason. Her aunt called her psychotic, and she was probably right, maybe she should go see a counselor, or just stay away from boys all together, but that wouldn't be any fun for her at all. She smiled as she kissed his cheek right back, she had was attracted to him, that much she knew.

"Hey handsome, hope you don't mind my coming over."

She hoped he wasn't doing something important, she didn't want to be turned away, she really had to get into the habit of texting him whenever she planned on popping down, she would never know if he was busy or not, or just in the middle of something with his buddies or not, how would she know if she didn't start asking for permission to pop down. Even if she told herself she was going to ask for permission, she wouldn't follow that permission.

"I just got lonely, so I decided I would come see if I could keep you company, I was missing you anyways, so I figured, I'd come see if I could surprise you. I hope that's alright?"

She felt hyper now that she had seen him, maybe they could go do something, or stay and talk, she really didn't care which, as long as she was with her Dymetri, and she had no plan on relinquishing him as her Dymetri any time soon, and she would let any woman, or man, depending on who tried to take him from her, know that she was his, and he was hers.

The way that thought was said to her mind made her feel like a slave owner, if Dymetri wanted to break up with her, she was willing to go into a deep depression and suffer, but if someone tried to steal him from her she would have some words about it, and maybe a few hits too, she wasn't about to let anyone steal her man from her. She had no idea where those thoughts came from, they were angry, which was never a good idea, but she was still very happy that she had him.

Notes: x.x it's not even worthy enough to be called a fail post T^T I'm am like dead, so bleh.
Tag: Dymetri
Words: 400 - 427