Priss
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Um... hello. My name is P... Priscella Andrews. I'm thirteen years old and I'm a girl. I am. Really. A happy girl. See? This is me smiling. Don't I look happy?
Well, maybe not. I mean I know I don't dress like a girl. I mean... it's not that I don't like to dress like a girl. It's that... I mean... well... I don't really know what girls dress like. I know it sounds funny and all but... well... you might say I'm a little bit new at how girls dress and stuff. So I normally wear stuff that covers me up. You know, like this black suede jacket I found at the salvation army. Twenty bucks! And these baggy black pants too. I think the patches add style! I used to wear t shirts but... well... they were boy t's... and I'm not a boy. So I wear tank tops now or maybe an occasional pink baby T stolen from my sisters. And black boots too.
Oh! My fur and tail? Well, I'm a cross breed. You see dad is a snow leopard. Mom is a lynx. Most of my siblings look like one or the other but I'm more... in the middle. Fifty fifty... in more ways then one.
Oh... um... well I'm a new student. Yeah, my parents moved here from... somewhere else... yeah... and... yeah... I really don't want to talk about it....
... so... um... I guess I might as well... you know... confess? I'm... erm... ah... well... I used to be a boy. Yeah... I was named Paul and I played T-ball... I was good at it too. Then one day I was running for third and... and there was blood. Like... everywhere. My shorts were soaked... my underwear was, like, ruined... and everyone saw. In the hospital they checked me really close and found out my old peditrician had missed one or two details when I was born... like the fact I had a vagina. There was surgery possible... but it was super expensive and no one would pay for it because it was a 'preexisting condition' or something like that. My guy friends called me a liar and the few girls that knew me thought I was a freak. So... we moved out here...
Please don't tell...
(also, can and will play Priss as an 18 yr old herm on request. She generally dresses the same but more often than not has a T-shirt or some jewelry in the form of a herm symbol.)
Well, maybe not. I mean I know I don't dress like a girl. I mean... it's not that I don't like to dress like a girl. It's that... I mean... well... I don't really know what girls dress like. I know it sounds funny and all but... well... you might say I'm a little bit new at how girls dress and stuff. So I normally wear stuff that covers me up. You know, like this black suede jacket I found at the salvation army. Twenty bucks! And these baggy black pants too. I think the patches add style! I used to wear t shirts but... well... they were boy t's... and I'm not a boy. So I wear tank tops now or maybe an occasional pink baby T stolen from my sisters. And black boots too.
Oh! My fur and tail? Well, I'm a cross breed. You see dad is a snow leopard. Mom is a lynx. Most of my siblings look like one or the other but I'm more... in the middle. Fifty fifty... in more ways then one.
Oh... um... well I'm a new student. Yeah, my parents moved here from... somewhere else... yeah... and... yeah... I really don't want to talk about it....
... so... um... I guess I might as well... you know... confess? I'm... erm... ah... well... I used to be a boy. Yeah... I was named Paul and I played T-ball... I was good at it too. Then one day I was running for third and... and there was blood. Like... everywhere. My shorts were soaked... my underwear was, like, ruined... and everyone saw. In the hospital they checked me really close and found out my old peditrician had missed one or two details when I was born... like the fact I had a vagina. There was surgery possible... but it was super expensive and no one would pay for it because it was a 'preexisting condition' or something like that. My guy friends called me a liar and the few girls that knew me thought I was a freak. So... we moved out here...
Please don't tell...
(also, can and will play Priss as an 18 yr old herm on request. She generally dresses the same but more often than not has a T-shirt or some jewelry in the form of a herm symbol.)