<div class="floatleft">(http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z67/designscene/DS/MeganFoxforWMagazine04.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Name: </strong> Fox Kingsley<br/><strong>Sorting:</strong> Student: Bronze <br/><strong>Age:</strong> 19<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong> Bisexual <br/><strong>Mood:</strong> Curious<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> [ Ebony | Julian | Open ]</span><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><em>Mystified.</em> It was the only way to describe Fox's altered disposition. She didn't care if she <em>was</em> staring. At this point it would have mattered little, since the first thing she truly noticed from the person of interest was a penis imprint. Sure, the UK had it's fair share of transgender folks. Even men who put on drag shows in a few of the local venues. But Fox had never seen a boy her age who pulled off androgyny so effortlessly. <br/><br/>Fox put down her phone and leaned in as Ebony whispered. His words made her grin. In a platonic way, his confidence was something that she found genuinely attractive. Inspiring even. She could only imagine what kind of a life he had, looking the way he did, in this world of theirs. It was a trait Fox only <strong>wished</strong> she had. <br/><br/>As envy set in, Fox watched the boy saunter down the isle, like a supermodel taking the runway. Fox's natural expression of indifference reformed upon her face. As she watched Ebony arrive at the mirror, Fox's heart began to palpitate unusually hard within her chest. She gulped into a dry throat. While at the same time, she set her phone back into her purse. She shifted nervously in her seat as all eyes were glued upon Ebony. It made Fox nervous, but more so, jealous. <br/><br/>When the classroom roared with clapping and laughter, Fox's hands began to twitch. She tucked them under her thighs as she let out a hard exhale. She knew what was coming next. Whenever teachers called students up, Fox was always one of the chosen. It made her stomach ache just thinking about it. <br/><br/>Witnessing the hand to butt exchange was what truly pushed her over the edge. She hated the thought of strangers touching her. In public. No. In private. No! Before Fox realized her name really was called, and that she wasn't being overly paranoid, she was walking down the isle, hauling ass toward the door. In her British accent, she sputtered, <strong>"There's no effing way you're going to feel my lady parts. More than that ... there are white marks all over the mirrors."</strong> Her arm rotated in a wheel like gesture, at the mirrors before them. <strong>"I don't belong here."</strong><br/><br/>She huffed, looking around the classroom. <strong>"Have fun kissing on his sex juice, because you know he wanks to himself."</strong> She lashed out at Mister Cartier for putting her on the spot. And at the same time, planted the seed of filthy mirrors and filthier intentions. With that, she exited the classroom. Most likely to hide in her dorm.<br/></span></span>