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SO, I had an idea for a fluffy little story inspired by two of my other ones.

I would be playing as Theodore (Theo) Richards, 18 years old, and on the autism spectrum. As he doesn't speak a word at school, it is often believed he cannot speak. He attends main stream school for Maths and Art classes, being a mathematical genius and very arty indeed. However, for every other class, he's instead taken to a school which caters for teenagers with learning difficulties.

He loves bright colours, and is often seen wearing bold coloured clothes, even if they might clash colour wise. He also loves to collect toy cars, and his shelves are organised and covered in various models of cars. His room is immaculate, as he loves order and has to have things exactly right. As such, he is always on time to school and hands his homework in on time.

He loves his best friend more than anything in the world, and loves to hold her hand when she lets him. He sometimes feels she's ashamed or annoyed with him, even if she isn't. He can sometimes listen to bullies too much, and get upset when he believes the things they say. He can sometimes ask questions about her religion without thinking.

How you write your character is up to you, though I do have a rough idea of what could work. (Your character) is straight lace, studious and very stern at times. Her parents brought her up to dress showing little to no skin, to have her hair in a particular style, to wear no make up, etc. They are strict about her talking with boys, and make her go to church every Sunday. She has to go straight home from school, and is required to wear a suit and smart clothes to all of her classes.

I thought it'd be interesting if our characters were best friends in secret. The two have been close friends for years, though nobody really knows about it. They often text and email each other, and sit together in the lunch hall and during class.

They know if her parents found out, there would be hell to pay. Not just because she's been talking with a boy, but because her and Theo are so close that it's rumored they are dating. Something they don't want her to do.
I'm interested in this. Should I shoot you a PM or anything?


Sure, if ya want.
Updated to include starter.

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Okay, so I'd love to explore the relationship between my O/C Felix, and his best friend. This will involve a cross dressing male.

Felix is 18, shy and innocent. Coming from Somerset, England, he's lived in the states for the last three years or so. Petite in build, he stands at just 5'5" tall. He doesn't mind this too much, as it allows him to better fit in the clothes he likes to wear.

For Felix is a crossdresser. He loves to wear feminine clothing, feeling much more comfortable in that sort of outfit than he does in more traditionally masculine clothes. he's not shy about this, despite his shy and quiet nature. It's as though the clothes are that small boost of confidence he knows he so sorely needs.

I'd quite like it if his best friend was the more "masculine and butch" type of woman, taller and more muscular then her feminine and gentle best friend It's up to you how she dresses, though I think leather jackets, jeans, boots, etc would add more to the physical differences between the duo.

It's up to you if this enters romance, though I'd love it to do so over time.

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"Hey."

Felix spoke in his soft delicate way, perched on the kitchen counter with his legs dangling over the edge, his rear on the surface as he drunk his morning cup of coffee.

The blonde haired male had perched himself here for no particular reason, deciding to quietly await his best friend to enter the room. It was early morning still, and the day ahead looked to be cold, snowy and miserable. And quite frankly, Felix did NOT want to go out there. It just didn't feel worth it, not when he had the day off work and no school. He did plan on going to the coffee shop whilst she worked, but..

"What do you want for breakfast?" He spoke, placing the cup on the counter and edging fowards slowly. At barely 5'5" tall, and rather petite, it was easy enough to mistake him for a woman at first glance. His soft skin didn't help, nor did the fact he shaved to keep his skin so soft and smooth. He didn't mind this at all. He did in fact dress in women's clothes, and barely ever wore anything masculine at all.

Right now was case in point. He wore a pink nightgown (Though had boxers beneath) and red fluffy slippers, white frilly ankle socks peeking out from the slippers, a smile on his lips that was as sweet and innocent as he was.

"Erm.. I'm stuck."
James smiled softly at his big sister before planting a kiss upon her cheek in a sweet and brotherly fashion. It was getting late, and he needed to have a bath then go off to bed.

"Do you want me to stay?" He spoke in his quiet voice, never a loud or very outgoing child at all. His arms ached a ltitle, but he kept hugging her the very best he possibly could with his limited mobility when it came to his arms. A faint whiff of urine was clinging to him, his pull up soaked. He wasn't continent, thus often had accidents.
Alright.
Done.

"Sis?"

A small voice tried to break through his older sister's thoughts as James padded slowly and carefully into her room before sitting down next to her on her bed.

Reaching across with his left arm, he placed it on her right hand carefully. At 7 years old, he was sometimes bullied and teased by other children for being different.

For he'd been born without most of his right arm. It stopped about an inch or two from the shoulder, something he'd grown used to over the span of his lifetime. His left arm was missing from the elbow down. Shuffling into her lap, he sat in silence and just cuddled with his big sister as he always did to try and cheer her up.

He honestly didn't really understand the implications or details of why she was sad so much. He just felt, no, knew he should try and cheer her up.
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I'll set one up in a minute or two.
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