Here's the first.
//Simply put;
I'm looking for someone capable of playing a mother or big sister type of character for Jasmine.
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It seemed as if the two rival schools felt the need to engage in fights almost every week, and cause as much trouble for one another as was physically possible. If not fights, something would be stolen from one pupil by a member of the other, or vandalism would occur on the grounds of one school, caused by the members of another.
Not all got involved, with some opting to keep themselves out of it when they could, not wanting to be the victims of attacks or the like caused by another member of the rival school. They'd remove their blazers, ties and anything else which would cement them as being from one particular school, or would purchase cheap ties from schools not involved in this rivalry in order to escape punishment.
A pupil of one school, known as Middlewood Academy, 13 year old Jack Carter made his way home, on his own and feeling both nervous and exhausted. He knew he shouldn't be, but he had no real choice in this. After all, nobody wanted to be seen with the "freak" of the class. The person who "didn't know what the fuck they were", as some so elegantly phrased it. The one who wanted to be a girl. And, he did. He hated his body, hated having to be the "typical male". That wasn't who he was, and Jack knew that. He wanted to be Jasmine.
Turning a corner, he cried out as someone grabbed him, pinning him to the wall of the alleyway with a fierce and cold look upon his face as he stood there, two of his friends flanking him, as though he needed back up to perform what he had in mind.
"Well, well. The freak of Middlewood. What a pity, you're on your own like always. Never see you with anyone. Maybe the people that go there aren't that pathetic." From the corner of his eye, Jack saw the male produce a switchblade, holding it to his neck with a swift movement. "Don't worry, I ain't gonna cut your throat. That's too good for a trannie like you. You ain't a girl, you're an it."
His "friends" grabbed a hold of Jack, turning and pushing him against the wall with a thud, Xavier starting to slice away at the hair Jack had spent so long growing, getting rid of it, not caring how much pain and discomfort he brought to the frightened soul. From a gap in the wall, Jack thought he saw someone, screaming for help at the top of his lungs, before his mouth was covered. "Do it again, and I'll kill you!" Xavier growled, hoping the person would choose to ignore it. It wasn't a good neighborhood, after all.
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And the second .
Okay, so this is a WIP at the moment. I can make a biography and profile for Robert if wanted.
I'm really looking for an accepting big sister for him if possible. Someone to take him shopping, to reassure him.
Robert is 15.
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Standing in front of a tall mirror, Robert bit his bottom lip slightly as a frown began to play upon his delicate features. Petite in build, he'd always liked to dress in what would be considered as traditionally feminine clothing, though he'd not done so properly in a good number of years.
His mother and father had always insisted it was just a phase he was going through, despite his own protests that he liked what he wore more than the masculine hand me downs from his older brothers. He had always felt much happier when wearing skirts, dresses and tank tops then he did in more masculine clothing, but had long given up on trying to obtain and wear such items. As miserable as it often made him feel, he knew the stress and anxiety others put him under would eventually make him feel much worse.
Tracing a finger across a small cat tattoo across his left shoulder, he turned his attention to a bag upon the floor. Inside were a few items he'd purchased with his own money, to try and feed his desires and his curiosity. Picking out a black, knee-length skirt, his fingers ran across the material with a smile upon his lips. He'd not gone for leather or anything that would be viewed as sexualising how he dressed or felt, but rather a simple cotton piece.
Slipping it over his bare legs and up to his waist, he instantly felt better. This suited him to a tee, and he was starting to feel beautiful again. Next came a cute white tank top, a picture of a panda printed upon it. He found this to be utterly adorable, and felt it went perfectly with his skirt. Pink, lacy ankle socks were next, adding a little splash of colour to his outfit. Shoes were yet to be obtained, something to come at a later date.
Smiling again, he ran fingers through his curly, shoulder length locks. He'd certainly have to seek out some make up tips eventually, though the fact he was naturally androgynous looking and on the "cute side" helped to sell him as being a woman. Grabbing his phone, he couldn't help but snap a few selfies. He felt good about himself for the first time in years, and wished he could show it off to someone for once.
During all of this though, two things hadn't occurred to him. The first was a simple error, in that his phone currently failed to lock correctly unless the button was pressed and held down for between 7 and 10 seconds.
The second, and most fatal mistake, was the fact his siblings both had easy access to his bedroom at most times. They'd not been home whilst Robby was indulging himself in his new outfit, so the idea that anybody would discover him in this getup certainly wasn't a factor in his current thoughts.
Leaving the main part of his bedroom to head into the en-suite bathroom he had, any sounds from his bedroom would soon be drowned out by the running water of the shower, and his own (Admittedly quite tuneful) singing.
As such, he didn't hear his older brothers entering his room, nor the malicious laughter or comments coming as they copied his recent selfies across to the phones they owned. He most certainly wasn't currently aware of the fact they were uploading the images to Facebook or Twitter either, where friends of both them and himself would soon be able to see them.
In fact, he'd not been aware of this until sometime later, when he'd discovered the images upon checking his own Facebook feed. A horrible sinking feeling washed over him upon first catching sight, dread and nausea washing over him as he scrolled slowly down. Not even daring to glance at the reactions, the number of comments hit him with a new pang of terror.
150 in the last two hours alone. Not wishing to read them, he lay upon his bed. Sleep would never come that night, and he lay awake listening to the sounds of messages and notifications, daring not to check a single one, yet unable to bring himself to log off. It was as though he was punishing himself for being vain enough to take the images. (Despite vanity being something he'd never indulged in!)
When morning did eventually come round, Robert felt exhausted beyond belief. His head was pounding, and he felt miserable. Stepping into the shower, he couldn't help but dread going to school that day. It never occurred to him that people might not have had any issue with his cross-dressing love, only able to focus on the potential hate that might've awaited him.
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The third;
//I'm looking for someone to play as Jack's father. I'll detail the plot after the starter.
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Six months.
It'd been six months since Jack had last seen his father in person. And he missed him dreadfully. It wasn't the same at home, and the teenager felt miserable not seeing his father every day. He'd always looked up to and admired his dad, and hated the messy divorce that his mum and dad had been through over the previous year.
His mother had thrown his dad out when the older man had come out as gay. Jack didn't hate his father for this at all, and was actually proud that his dad felt comfortable enough to come out of the closet and admit how he truly felt. He hated the fact his mother stopped Jack from seeing him. Letters and phone calls had been the only contact they had, and even that was in secret.
But today would be different. Jack had left whilst his mom was at work, travelling across the city and into the next one to his dad's home. Knocking upon the door, Jack nervously bit his bottom lip. He knew he'd be in trouble when his mom found out, but he desperately wanted a hug and just to see his father.
//Not incest. This would focus on the relationship between father and son, and how it strengthens over time.
Jack is transgender, though nobody knows bar him. He'd come out to his father, trusting the older man impeccably. Eventually his mom finds out and throws Jack out. He moves in with his dad, and this would focus on his dad getting custody of him.
Jack will transition over the course of this.
//Simply put;
I'm looking for someone capable of playing a mother or big sister type of character for Jasmine.
---
It seemed as if the two rival schools felt the need to engage in fights almost every week, and cause as much trouble for one another as was physically possible. If not fights, something would be stolen from one pupil by a member of the other, or vandalism would occur on the grounds of one school, caused by the members of another.
Not all got involved, with some opting to keep themselves out of it when they could, not wanting to be the victims of attacks or the like caused by another member of the rival school. They'd remove their blazers, ties and anything else which would cement them as being from one particular school, or would purchase cheap ties from schools not involved in this rivalry in order to escape punishment.
A pupil of one school, known as Middlewood Academy, 13 year old Jack Carter made his way home, on his own and feeling both nervous and exhausted. He knew he shouldn't be, but he had no real choice in this. After all, nobody wanted to be seen with the "freak" of the class. The person who "didn't know what the fuck they were", as some so elegantly phrased it. The one who wanted to be a girl. And, he did. He hated his body, hated having to be the "typical male". That wasn't who he was, and Jack knew that. He wanted to be Jasmine.
Turning a corner, he cried out as someone grabbed him, pinning him to the wall of the alleyway with a fierce and cold look upon his face as he stood there, two of his friends flanking him, as though he needed back up to perform what he had in mind.
"Well, well. The freak of Middlewood. What a pity, you're on your own like always. Never see you with anyone. Maybe the people that go there aren't that pathetic." From the corner of his eye, Jack saw the male produce a switchblade, holding it to his neck with a swift movement. "Don't worry, I ain't gonna cut your throat. That's too good for a trannie like you. You ain't a girl, you're an it."
His "friends" grabbed a hold of Jack, turning and pushing him against the wall with a thud, Xavier starting to slice away at the hair Jack had spent so long growing, getting rid of it, not caring how much pain and discomfort he brought to the frightened soul. From a gap in the wall, Jack thought he saw someone, screaming for help at the top of his lungs, before his mouth was covered. "Do it again, and I'll kill you!" Xavier growled, hoping the person would choose to ignore it. It wasn't a good neighborhood, after all.
---
And the second .
Okay, so this is a WIP at the moment. I can make a biography and profile for Robert if wanted.
I'm really looking for an accepting big sister for him if possible. Someone to take him shopping, to reassure him.
Robert is 15.
--
Standing in front of a tall mirror, Robert bit his bottom lip slightly as a frown began to play upon his delicate features. Petite in build, he'd always liked to dress in what would be considered as traditionally feminine clothing, though he'd not done so properly in a good number of years.
His mother and father had always insisted it was just a phase he was going through, despite his own protests that he liked what he wore more than the masculine hand me downs from his older brothers. He had always felt much happier when wearing skirts, dresses and tank tops then he did in more masculine clothing, but had long given up on trying to obtain and wear such items. As miserable as it often made him feel, he knew the stress and anxiety others put him under would eventually make him feel much worse.
Tracing a finger across a small cat tattoo across his left shoulder, he turned his attention to a bag upon the floor. Inside were a few items he'd purchased with his own money, to try and feed his desires and his curiosity. Picking out a black, knee-length skirt, his fingers ran across the material with a smile upon his lips. He'd not gone for leather or anything that would be viewed as sexualising how he dressed or felt, but rather a simple cotton piece.
Slipping it over his bare legs and up to his waist, he instantly felt better. This suited him to a tee, and he was starting to feel beautiful again. Next came a cute white tank top, a picture of a panda printed upon it. He found this to be utterly adorable, and felt it went perfectly with his skirt. Pink, lacy ankle socks were next, adding a little splash of colour to his outfit. Shoes were yet to be obtained, something to come at a later date.
Smiling again, he ran fingers through his curly, shoulder length locks. He'd certainly have to seek out some make up tips eventually, though the fact he was naturally androgynous looking and on the "cute side" helped to sell him as being a woman. Grabbing his phone, he couldn't help but snap a few selfies. He felt good about himself for the first time in years, and wished he could show it off to someone for once.
During all of this though, two things hadn't occurred to him. The first was a simple error, in that his phone currently failed to lock correctly unless the button was pressed and held down for between 7 and 10 seconds.
The second, and most fatal mistake, was the fact his siblings both had easy access to his bedroom at most times. They'd not been home whilst Robby was indulging himself in his new outfit, so the idea that anybody would discover him in this getup certainly wasn't a factor in his current thoughts.
Leaving the main part of his bedroom to head into the en-suite bathroom he had, any sounds from his bedroom would soon be drowned out by the running water of the shower, and his own (Admittedly quite tuneful) singing.
As such, he didn't hear his older brothers entering his room, nor the malicious laughter or comments coming as they copied his recent selfies across to the phones they owned. He most certainly wasn't currently aware of the fact they were uploading the images to Facebook or Twitter either, where friends of both them and himself would soon be able to see them.
In fact, he'd not been aware of this until sometime later, when he'd discovered the images upon checking his own Facebook feed. A horrible sinking feeling washed over him upon first catching sight, dread and nausea washing over him as he scrolled slowly down. Not even daring to glance at the reactions, the number of comments hit him with a new pang of terror.
150 in the last two hours alone. Not wishing to read them, he lay upon his bed. Sleep would never come that night, and he lay awake listening to the sounds of messages and notifications, daring not to check a single one, yet unable to bring himself to log off. It was as though he was punishing himself for being vain enough to take the images. (Despite vanity being something he'd never indulged in!)
When morning did eventually come round, Robert felt exhausted beyond belief. His head was pounding, and he felt miserable. Stepping into the shower, he couldn't help but dread going to school that day. It never occurred to him that people might not have had any issue with his cross-dressing love, only able to focus on the potential hate that might've awaited him.
--
The third;
//I'm looking for someone to play as Jack's father. I'll detail the plot after the starter.
--
Six months.
It'd been six months since Jack had last seen his father in person. And he missed him dreadfully. It wasn't the same at home, and the teenager felt miserable not seeing his father every day. He'd always looked up to and admired his dad, and hated the messy divorce that his mum and dad had been through over the previous year.
His mother had thrown his dad out when the older man had come out as gay. Jack didn't hate his father for this at all, and was actually proud that his dad felt comfortable enough to come out of the closet and admit how he truly felt. He hated the fact his mother stopped Jack from seeing him. Letters and phone calls had been the only contact they had, and even that was in secret.
But today would be different. Jack had left whilst his mom was at work, travelling across the city and into the next one to his dad's home. Knocking upon the door, Jack nervously bit his bottom lip. He knew he'd be in trouble when his mom found out, but he desperately wanted a hug and just to see his father.
//Not incest. This would focus on the relationship between father and son, and how it strengthens over time.
Jack is transgender, though nobody knows bar him. He'd come out to his father, trusting the older man impeccably. Eventually his mom finds out and throws Jack out. He moves in with his dad, and this would focus on his dad getting custody of him.
Jack will transition over the course of this.
