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[quote=@DigitalBeach] "Well tell her that I don't use the boy's showers because I-" grabbing her chest she squeezed a small smile forming on those lips, "have tits.  I've been using the girl's showers by myself ever since I came here so I don't see why it'd be a problem now and I have practice today so I'll take a shower tonight."
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[b]"And I don't"[/b] Greer replied breezily, no need to grab his own chest, it was utterly flat. [b]"And the problem is you were born with a dick"[/b] Greer added without even flinching. One thing about the perpetually-bored goth kid, was that he was blunt, utterly blunt. [b]"I don't make the rules."[/b] he rolled his eyes. [b]"I'm not remotely interested in any of these airheads, but until we both get bottom surgery- no one will take either of us seriously here"[/b]

Greer didn't sound particularly moved about it though ... he didn't want to get any surgery at all, he was content in his body but it certainly caused trouble sometimes. [b]"Good thing I'm fond of clowns"[/b] he shrugged, no one taking Greer seriously wasn't a problem. 

[b]"I'll be back in ten"[/b] he scooped up his things to shower and change, giving Alyssa a wave on his way out. [b]"C'mon my loyal sentry, stand guard to make sure I don't grope the poor unsuspecting girls"[/b] he said sarcastically. 

All things considered, Alyssa wasn't all that bad. She didn't seem to think either of them were a threat to the girls. Mia [i]was[/i] a girl, and Greer dressed like one but was quite obviously gay as soon as he opened his mouth. It didn't take Alyssa long to figure it out of course. One skype call with Greer's sister last night had completely removed any doubts. Despite being utterly different, Cassandra and Greer had similar celebrity crushes. Chris Evan's, bizarrely enough, topped the list for them both. 

Alyssa ensured the bathroom was cleared and kept watch, an eye on Mia and Greer's door, and sticking a close distance to the bathroom as well to tell the other girls to wait a moment because Greer was inside (and godforbid one of them would catch a glimpse of him naked ...) Quite honestly, he didn't care, by now, the girls had seen it all before, they weren't children. He wasn't mortified by his body like most other teenagers were, but for the sake of following school policies on "decency" and acceptable conduct etc, it ensured both male and female students remained separated when they were in "less than decent dress". 
It had its advantages, Greer didn't have to worry about anyone stealing his shampoo if he left it aside for a moment. 

True to his word, he was washed, dressed and made up within ten minutes. Dreadlocks coiled back and artfully pinned in place so they could dry (which would take hours) without dripping all over him. Greer's half of the room was pristine, or at least, close to pristine. Bed made, clothing [i]not[/i] bursting out of the wardrobe and spilling across the floor. His desk was perfectly in order, aside from a half-assembled art piece which didn't look particularly like anything just yet. He grabbed his sketchbook from the desk, a compact and black lipstick, phone and wallet, and jammed them into his bag, a coffin-shaped purse of course. At least Mia's mess was mostly confined to her side of the room. 

Breakfast came before the dreaded assembly ... [i]*hooray*[/i]. Greer had a banana, sliced up, and sprinkled on dry toast. He sketched idly in his sketchbook as he ate breakfast.