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Travestisme has a minion!

Minion the Kiteli

Travestisme
Legacy Name: Travestisme

The

Spectrum Telenine
Owner:

Piercing

Age: 16 years, 9 months, 2 weeks

Born: July 20th, 2007

Adopted: 16 years, 9 months, 2 weeks ago (Legacy)

Adopted: July 20th, 2007 (Legacy)

Statistics

Level: 168
Strength: 420
Defense: 418
Speed: 413
Health: 414
HP: 0/414
Intelligence: 8
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Junior Lifeguard

Name: Ve
Age: 21
persona: xXx.cosmetologist.partier.out-going.nightowl.self-centered.manwhore.xXx
Why do I dress up as a female? When I was 8 years old my father walked out on me and my mom leaving us to survive on our own, with nothing at all. We lived in a small town in Nevada. He left us broke, without food, and without a car. My mother started drinking constantly drunk she was horribly spiteful to all men because of this. Including me. I would be verbally and physically abused if I wore male clothing. From then on I started dressing in female clothing. First it started as dresses, then growing my dark blonde hair out to get cut in a female style, then I learned of make-up, and thats when things really began to change. I started drinking nightly to make myself feel numb . The only time I felt comfortable is if was drunk and in female attire. School was hell for me, I was constantly picked on and teased because I was different. It started to get to a point where I no longer felt like myself in male clothing, I felt as if I wasn't complete if I wasn't in drag. Being in drag was comforting to me and nobody else understood. I was completely alone. Students and teachers in school constantly told me, "why the fuck don't you dress like a normal boy?" This was a breaking point for me. Dressing like a "normal guy" wasn't an option and if I was in "normal guy" clothing I felt sick to my stomach. One day I finally felt like dressing up as a male, what my body said I really was. I was getting ready for school and tried to find something that looked like what a guy would wear. Then all hell broke loose. I walked out and my mother noticed me in male clothing. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU WEARING?!" She screamed at me. When I didn't answer she screamed at me again and began beating me. She kept screaming "WHAT ARE YOU WEARING?! WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!" and the beatings just got worse and worse. Finally she had to leave for work, I was left bruised, bloody, and broken. Just as she was about to leave I screamed at her, "I've finally had enough of you and your bullshit. I'm leaving and I am NEVER coming back to you." With tears running down my face I grabbed all of my things and headed for the door. As the door slammed behind me I ran, and I ran as far away as I could. Nights were hell for me. I was a sixteen year old boy living on the streets and I had to do to things I never hope to repeat. I had to resort to prostitution and I thought it would make me feel better to be touched by people who loved me. But things only got worse from there. Night after night I slept with countless men, feeling horrible after each and every time. I did this for years. Over the years I became servely depressed and I couldn't stand being alone. One night I remember particularly well. It was the night of my ninetenth birday. I was standing on my corner waiting for a rich man to stop by, I noticed there were others like me across the street. I wanted to join them and be accepted. I headed over to the street and tried to start up a conversation. But before I could get a word in one of them said, "Girlll, look at your clothes. Baby, you aint gonna get anyone with those dirty rags." Said one of the crossdressers."Yeah, where did you get those pathetic clothes?" Another said and a rude tone."Honey, If you wanna get someone you gotta look the part," Said a third women, "Hey Isis got anything this kid could wear?""I think I've got something he can wear," Said the one called Isis, "Come with me.""So, where you from sweetie?" Said Isis as we walked to what I assume was her house."Winchester.." I shly said."Wow, thats far away from Vegas. What made you come here, honey?" Isis curiously asked."I lived in an abusive household.. And one day I just couldn't the abuse anymore." Tears were running down Ve's face as he finished the sentence."Whats your name?""Hm?" I said looking at the ground and with my hands in my pockets."I said, whats your name?""Travestisme." Isis wrinkled her nose in distaste."That aint a good hooker name, sweetie. I'm gonna call you Ve from now on." Isis said with a grin."I.. I've never had a nickname before," I stuttered."Well you do now."After that things became a little more quiet. We walked in silence back to her appartment. When we finally arrived at her building it reminded me slightly of home. The place was dirty and Isis's appartment wasn't any better. When we walked through the door I saw piles of dishes stacked up in the sink, countless bottles of alcohol on the counters, ripped and stained furniture, and a broken window. "Well here we are," said Isis, "Come on the bedroom is this way." She led me into a small cramped room with three dirty, stained mattresses, a dresser with a broken lamp sitting on it, and a closet filled with clothing. She went to the closet and picked out a skimpy red dress. "Here try this on," she said as she threw the dress towards me. "You want me to wear that?" I asked curiously."Yeah, just put it on, sweetie." Isis said."Are we going anywhere special?" I asked even more curious."Just back to work, I haven't even earned enough for one meal.""Oh.." I said and started to peel off my dirty clothing. As I was changing Isis said,"So why did you start crossdressing?""You knew I wasn't a female?" I said trying to hide my embarrassment with the front of the dress."Of course, we can tell if our own kind from the normals.""..Oh.""So, I'll ask you again, why did you start crossdressing?"I shuddered thinking of the horrible memory I had tried to drown out with alcohol."Well.." I said and told Isis my story, every detail of it."WOW. Kid you have had a horrible life, I see why you now crossdress and work the streets." She said with tears in her eyes. "Do you have any place to stay?""N.. No. I live on the streets.. Not far from where I work actually." I said, totally embarrassed."I'm getting your things, you are staying here with me and the rest of the girls, you can't live on the streets and earn money." "Can I really stay with you?" I said nervously."Of course!" She said and then she did the most surprising thing yet. Isis came right up to me and hugged me. It had been years since anyone hugged me and it felt great."Well I'm sick of working, I'm gonna go find Leeandra and Manny and then we can get you something to eat. I'm sure one of them has made some money.""I can't remember the last time I've had a warm meal." I said excitedly."After we eat I have a surprise for you.""Oh?" I said curiously."You're just gonna have to wait." She said and winked. We walked back to the street corner and Isis introduced me to the girls."Ve, this one in the small green dress and the heels, is Leeandra and over here in the hot pink tube top and mini skirt is Manny. Girls, this is Ve, he's gonna live with us from now on.""Oh is he gonna help with the rent." Said Leeandra."And where will he sleep, huh?" Exclaimed Manny."Look we're gonna make room and he'll help with the rent. Be nice. Come on lets get somethin' to eat, I'm fucking starving." Said Isis. We went to nearby McDonalds and ordered three double cheese burgers, three fries, and three small drinks. As we paid for our food and found a spot to sit and eat the other girls started asking about me. "So how long have you been on the streets?" Manny asked."Its been three years.. Its... Hard." I answered. The rest of the dinner was quiet from then on. I was too hungry to talk.As Isis, Leeandra, Manny, and I stood on the street waiting for rich men to stop our way, the girls pimp showed up. "Oh shit, Ve you gotta get out of here and fast, Rodriguez our pimp is coming!" Leeandra said, sheer terror was in her eyes. I was too slow though.. He caught up with me and all hell broke loose. "Who the fuck is that and why is she on my corner?!" Rodriguez screamed at the girls. When none of them answered he directed the question at me. "I said who the fuck are you? Why the fuck are you here with my girls, taking away from my profits?""I..I'm Ve.." I said terrified. "Well bitch, you better pay up or you are gonna get hurt.""I..I don't have any money...""Well then, you are gonna pay a different way." He began brutally punching me and kicking until there was I was coughing up blood, gasping for air. I faintly heard the girls screaming, "Stop stop! Oh god, please stop!" But he didn't stop until I had finally passed out from the pain. When I awoke I was in a strange place, the whole room was white and I was hooked up to several machines. The room smelt of bleach and fake cleanliness. I faintly heard the girls taking amoung themselves. "What the fuck are we supposed do to now?" Leeandra whispered."I don't fucking know! We have to help him out some how!" Whispered Manny."But how do we do that?" Said Leeandra"Well we keep him away from his Mom for starters." Isis said."And Rodriguez," Manny said"And then what? We can't keep him here, he's gonna get his fucking ass killed if he stays with or near us." Isis said.I couldn't keep listening in silence. I tried to get up but got stopped by striking pain in my stomach. "Fuck that hurt!" I said pissed off. The girls stirred."What the fuck are you doing? You have three broken ribs and a broken arm! If you need something just tell me and I'll get your nurse." Said Isis.