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[BLAIRE RILEY VALDEZ]

devi, 593, lady gaga
got my flash on it's true
need that picture of you
it's so magical
we'd be so fantastical
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Blaire was always a little nervous and shy when she went out in public on her own. She was always afraid some homophobic asshole would come along and try and pick a fight, and Blaire couldn’t punch out a toddler if she tried. (Not like she would though, but you get the point.) Unless you knew what to look for, you really wouldn’t be able to tell she wasn’t a girl. Especially with that she had on today. She had skipped the jacket, knowing she would be inside all day long with no plans of being in the snow. Her legs were covered in black tights and a pair of gold pumps were on her feet. She had a rather adorable beige dress she had made for herself on as well, with a padded and push up bra that made her very small breasts look significantly bigger. The hormones needed to work faster so she could get bigger boobs sooner. Several beaded necklaces were around her neck and her bleached blond hair was left down and lightly curled.

While she was nervous about being out, she knew nothing bad could happen when she was with Devi. That girl was something else. A very gorgeous something else. She envied her best friend’s beauty and confidence. Even with surgery she knew she couldn’t have the smoking body Devi had, which only made her all the more jealous. It wasn’t a feeling she tried to focus on though. She tended to ignore her jealous for her best friend and instead focus on how grateful she was to have Devi. It had been a while since she had felt this accepted, and loved being able to make gold digger jokes with her best friend.

She made small talk with the cab driver, who was flirting with her quite a bit. She played along and flirted back, playing with her hair a bit and laughing at his very lame jokes. She was more so laughing at the fact that he really had no idea she wasn’t completely female than at his jokes, and didn’t bother correcting him either. She played along the whole car ride there, thanking him and flirting back a little as she got out, saying she hoped to see him again. Usually she would have just pretended like he wasn’t talking to her, but Devi brought out the flirt in her. Actually, she brought out a lot of things that usually laid dormant within Blaire. She wasn’t sassy with most people, not unless she was working, but with Devi there was never anything but.

She winked and waved at the cab driver as she closed the door, shivering from the cold air as she took the short walk to the doors of the mall. Winter needed to end already; she hated the cold and the snow so much. It was hard to look hot when you had to worry about being snowed on and keeping warm. At least she would be in the mall all day, which didn’t require an ugly winter jacket. The second she got inside she bee lined right for the pet store, which was right inside the doors. Priscilla hadn’t been spoiled in a while and was in dire need of some new toys. Maybe even a new collar to make him look even more gorgeous. Yes, Blaire named her male dog a female name. Hey, he wouldn’t know the difference. Every now and then she would pull out her phone, letting Devi know she was buying their son some presents.

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[devililltheden]

Miss Eden was not a fan of sleeping, mostly because the gorgeous brunette hated nothing more than waking up. The sound of her cellphone woke her up rudely and it wasn't just her. Her brown cat got up, stretching and letting everyone know that she did not agree with this rude awakening. Kitten la Purr shook her head and jumped off of the bed, making her way through the very small apartment probably in the search of food. Devi Eden groaned and lifted her head from the white pillow that it had been resting on for not too long, probably no longer than three hours. Her eyes adjusted to the soft sunlight that was streaming in from her window. She ran her hands through her hair and tried to remember if she had left someone on the other side of her bed before turning around and checking. A rush of relief went over her when she saw that she was alone. She liked people in her bed, but not to sleep there. Once everything was done they were out the door that was a set rule. Her attention was drawn back to her phone, still blinking because of the unread message. Once she saw the name that flashed across her cellphone her eyes opened more and a slightly smile crawled over her lips as she reached for the phone and turned into her back. Blaire was worth getting up for, she quickly decided. The girl, or guy if one really wanted to get technical with it, was one of her closests friends, which said a lot because Devi didn't really have a lot of close friends, with anyone else Devi would have probably ignored it but this one deserved a text back.

After staring around her tiny bedroom for a moment she stretched her arms above her head and threw the blankets off of herself, setting her feet on the freezing floor and cursing softly under her breath before skipping towards her even smaller bathroom. Everything in the apartment was small, but she didn't mind it. She had a bathtub in her bathroom, her large bed fit inside the bedroom and really those two things were all that she needed. After a quick shower, which she didn't agree with because she preferred to wake up slowly with a long bath, she wrapped a towel around herself and walked back to her bedroom to get dressed. Even though she knew that it was cold, she had just felt it as she set her feet on the floor, she still throw a black, leather skirt onto her bed along with a simple black top and a plaid shirt. No matter what the temperature was Devi would never want to hide her legs, that was a crime, a sin even. And her parents taught her well on sins.

The thought of her parents made her grin, thinking about how they would react to her life now made her grin even wider. She switched her navel ring before getting dressed, for some reason not even caring to get a bra out that day, and looked at herself in the full length mirror once she was dressed, or what she considered dressed. Devi lifted her long, dark hair from her back and held it up as she turned slightly, smirking to herself she lether hair fall again, shaking her head slightly, making the long strands fall playfully down her back. Lately she had had a bit of an obsession with cowboy boots and today was no exception as she pulled the black boots onto her slender legs. She had always loved boots, but this was something else entirely. Perhaps it had something to do with the cowboy that she had met earlier on that week. Only logical that a ride that smooth left some kind of mark on her and thinking back to it made her bit her bottom lip for a moment. She was definitely have to going to share that one with Blaire, only the story though, not the cowboy.

She got up from her bed when she got both her boots strapped to her feet and smiled down at her cat as she elegantly made a little eight figure through her legs. Devi leaned down to pet the little thing over her head and was on her way a second later. The wind greeted with her such enthusiasm that she shivered and wrapped her arms tightly around herself as she exited her building. She hated the winter and it needed to switch to summer really quickly because she could not dress for this cold whether, Well, she could, but she just plainly didn't want to. Luckily, the walk to the mall wasn't that long and her hgh heels clicked against the pavement as she walked across the sidewalk. The fun thing about wearing so little clothes in the middle of winter was that no matter where she went she was always noticed by other. There was a long list of variations of the looks that she got but the most common ones were disgust, from mostly women that couldn't pull off a skirt that short, or jealousy, from the same kind of women. And on the other hand there was some kind of lust that she read in the eyes of most men that she past. Devi didn't even have to turn her head to know that they were watching her walk away. But she liked that, she always craved attention.

The mall was much warmer and she welcomed the warmth, closing her eyes for a moment as she felt the cold stings leaving her bare legs. Spotting Blaire was easy enough and Devi smiled when she saw her friend right where she thought she would be after the last text that she had gotten. She skipped towards her and wrapped her arms around Blaire's neck, leaning over her shoulder to press her red painted lips against her cheek. "Hello gorgeous," she said cheerfully, pulling away and moving to stand next to her. "Hope you didn't start the fun of breaking hearts without me."

tagged; blairyyy !
wearing; this gorgeous outfit
location; the mall
word count; 1.022
notes; it is really scary how much the dude looks like a girl.

[BLAIRE RILEY VALDEZ]

devi, 596, lady gaga
got my flash on it's true
need that picture of you
it's so magical
we'd be so fantastical
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The more Blaire took hormones, the more comfortable with herself she felt. The higher her voice got, the more at ease she felt with herself. It was no secret to those that knew Blaire that she was unhappy with herself, but you would be too if you had the wrong body. It wasn’t something she liked to talk about though, and she could count on one hand how many people she had told her story to and still have fingers left over. Right now only her ex boyfriend, her sister and Devi knew all there was to know about her. Even then, two had been around for it all, so she didn’t need to say anything. Devi, on the other hand, she had confessed it all to because she needed to. It had been oddly rejuvenating to be able to tell someone who just shrugged it off and never really touched the subject again.

Devi pretty much knew everything at this point. She had told Devi how she had been as a kid; about how she used to take all of her sister’s toys and try and wear her clothes to school. At the time she hadn’t understood the difference between male and female, and didn’t see it as a bad thing to want to be like her sister. Her parents, however, had been insistent on keeping their son a son and not a daughter. They had not been accepting of her need to be Blaire, which resulted in her going behind her parents backs in high school. To her peers she was Blaire, but to her parents she was always Benjamin; their freak son. Even a lot of her peers in high school hadn’t accepted her like they thought she would. She had been naïve to assume everyone else would understand, and surprised at how often she got harassed by the guys. Her surprise hadn’t lasted for very long though; the more often she got harassed and beat up the more indifferent to them she became.

Blaire was pissed off at her parents, even after four years of being away from them. They kicked her out when she needed them the most and pretty much erased their son from their lives. They didn’t bother to call or to keep in touch. Even her sister had pretty much dropped Blaire, after being the only one who supported Blaire. It was pretty damn heart breaking to see just how much her family loved her and accepted her. Blaire’s depression wouldn’t be so bad if she hadn’t been kicked out for wanting to be who she knew she was. Either way, she had friends like Devi to lean on for support, and they were family more than her own parents were. Blaire had already decided that when she got her surgery she was going to pay her parents a friendly visit.

Hearing Devi call her gorgeous meant a lot more than she could possibly show, and feeling arms around her neck was very comforting. “Hey beautiful,”

[/color] she smiled, putting her hands on her friend’s arms until they pulled away. “I’m insulted that you would think like that!”[/color] she scoffed, putting her hands on her hips. “I would never start breaking hearts without you!”[/color] she added defensively, though she was clearly joking around. “Don’t you look sexy today,”[/color] she purred as she looked her friend over. “I need to get our son a new collar,”[/color] she thought out loud, referring to her long haired Chihuahua. “Help me pick one out, and then we can go break hearts,”[/color] she promised.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

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[devililltheden]

Blaire meant a lot to Devi. Despite the fact that she was a very social person and she knew a lot of people in and around the city, no one was really close to her. No one other than Blaire and Val, the rest of the people that she knew where just kind of there but she didn't really know them or cared to know them actually. She figured that in some ways she just wasn't a very likable person, especially girls, they always seemed to hate her for some reason. It already started when she was in high school and started to rebel against her very catholic parents. She was good at seducing little boys even if they did have girlfriends and besides, what kind of a relationship was one that had started in high school? Those were meant to be destroyed and Devi was known for being the one that destroyed several and the worst part was, or so people said, she never felt guilty about doing it. It was true, she never felt guilty, but mostly because she didn't even have to try to get a guy to go along with her and therefore she didn't see it as her fault. If a guy wanted her and she found herself attracted to him as well, who was she to tell him no just because he was already in a relationship? However, Devi couldn't stand lying and most of the time if she then found out that the guy hadn't told his girlfriend, she would. She hated secrets and she hated lies, the only secrets that she kept were her own, and that much was still true. The only time she would keep another person's secret was if they asked her specifically not to tell anyone.

With all that in the back of her mind she figured that she understood why she didn't have that many close friends around the city. But she didn't need them either. She had Val, who was always there when she needed him to be there and who could help her whenever she had some kind of medical emergency. And she had Blaire, whom she loved as if she was her younger sister. She wasn't sure just what it was that made her so fond of the girl, but there was just something about her that made Devi feel very close to her. Not to mention the fact that she was protective as hell over her and that she would make sure that anyone that even thought something bad about her would regret it the instant it happened. Devi knew that she wasn't exactly comfortable with herself and she almost saw it as her mission to make sure that as long as they were together Blaire barely thought of the fact that she wasn't comfortable with who she was.

The brunette smiled at her friend's words, though she felt a slight sting as well. She liked compliments as much as the next girl. But there was something about that word that just made her twitch every single time. Maybe because she wanted someone to truly see her as beautiful and not as some hot slut or a piece of ass. It reminded her of the cowboy again, the times that he had called her beautiful during that very passionate night together. Now wasn't the time to think about him though, however imaging it was still very entertaining and she played with the thought of calling him to get together again. But she pushed that thought away quickly, not only because she wanted to be with her friend and not with her mind somewhere esle. But also because she never liked being the one to call, she liked being needed more than she liked to need others. He was going to have to seek her out first. Or at least that was what she wanted now, if he didn't she might have to because someone like him didn't come around that often.

Devi smirked at her friends reaction to her comment and rolled her crystal bright eyes for a moment, setting her hands on her hips just like Blaire was doing. "Sorry, babe," she told her friend, smirking. At her next sentence the brunette smirked even wider and tilted her hips slightly to strike a bit of a pose, tucking some of her dark brown hair behind her ears. "I have to look good when I go out with you," she explained as if it was so obvious and that Blaire was almost stupid to not have figured it out herself. "You're too damn hot, babe, I have to keep up." At the mentioning of their son Devi smiled widely and took Blaire's hand in hers, "Well what are we waiting for!" she exclaimed, threading her fingers through her friend's and tugging her along into the store. "What are we thinking, we trying to make him even more gay or more manly?"

tagged; blairyyy !
wearing; this gorgeous outfit
location; the mall
word count; 828
notes; the ending is horrible but I wanted to finish it at work and I had to go x] maybe i'll rewrite it later <3

[BLAIRE RILEY VALDEZ]

devi, 777, lady gaga
got my flash on it's true
need that picture of you
it's so magical
we'd be so fantastical
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Blaire had never had very many friends, but it wasn’t because she didn’t want them or pushed people away. For most of her life Blaire had been the outcast, so she hadn’t had very many friends as a kid. She had had two or three really, and none of them had carried from primary school on to high school. In high school she had had even less friends; just her sister and the boy she had dated when she had been kicked out. She was still friends with him, but they weren’t really as close as Blaire was with Devi. The kind of people she had been friends with were other outcasts, so why she had formed such a strong friendship with Devi was kind of odd. Not too long ago Blaire wouldn’t have had any nerve to go up and strike a conversation with someone like Devi. Her jealousy and envy would have been too overwhelming for her to bother. But now, now she was closer to Devi than she was to even herself. Weird how things worked out like that, but she figured she could use the immense amount of confidence Devi seemed to have. Hopefully it would rub off on her.

Most likely it would though. Devi did an amazing job at making Blaire comfortable with who she was. While at first some of Devi’s jokes toward Blaire’s gender had hurt, she was more than used to them now. In the beginning Blaire’s problem was that she had been so used to people trying to hurt her with jokes like that, she wasn’t used to getting them out of affection. She couldn’t care less when it was Devi now though. She felt more at home in her body when she was with Devi than she ever was any other time. She was grateful for the friendship she had with her. She was grateful that she had someone who cared this much about her. She wasn’t used to feeling this good about herself, but she definitely liked it. Having a friend like the one she had with her right now was the perfect distraction from her depression. It wasn’t like her depression was anything serious though. She managed to keep herself distracted quite a bit between keeping her friendship with Devi, her school work, and her job. Oh, and getting the ginger from the bar to go out on a date with her. The girl, Anne, kept rejecting her, but Blaire had a strong feeling eventually persistence would wear off. Anne seemed like the type of person to admire the effort that went in to the persistence rather than be annoyed. Well, she would most likely be annoyed, then admirable.

Blaire could relate entirely to Devi’s need to be seen as beautiful. While her friend tried so hard to make sure Blaire was comfortable with herself, she never truly would be until she had the operation to become fully female. She would never see herself as beautiful until she got that wish fulfilled, so being complimented by anyone, let alone by Devi, always stung quite a bit. She couldn’t help but see the flattery as false, and a lame attempt at making her feel better. Of course, with her friend it wasn’t nearly as strong, but it was still there. With Devi the good feelings from a compliment outweighed the negative ones by a long shot. She kind of hoped the ginger girl would be the one to change that, but she would have to break the girl first.

She laughed lightly at her friend’s comment, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. “It’s hard being this beautiful, it really is,”

[/color] she sighed dramatically, tossing her bleach blonde hair over her shoulder and turning her nose to the air. “There’s just so much responsibility that comes with this much beauty. I don’t think I can take any more of it,”[/color] she went on, though she doubted she was very convincing. She had never been a good liar or a good actor. “The dress looks good though right? ‘Cause it was a project for class; we had to make something out of a table cloth,”[/color] she explained. It was rare for Blaire to wear any of the pieces she made, but every now and then she found one she loved far too much to give up. Her fingers tightened around her friend’s and she followed after her through the store. “Not sure yet,”[/color] she admitted. “We could always go all out with the manly stuff, and confuse people when we call him Priscilla,”[/color] she offered. As if people weren’t confused enough by her dog.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

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