Opposites Do Not Attract
Pranking Our Lives Away
Alex’s POV
This was the only day I was still excited about, even graduation didn’t bother me much. Throughout high school, I had always been able to see what happened on this day, but this was the year I got to experience it. All the other grades were prepared for anything that could possibly come their way, and the teachers seemed to be extra alert. There had been whispers in the hallways for weeks now, a secret plot conspiring. If you hadn’t guessed it already, it was the day us seniors were going to execute our master prank.
There had been some pretty good ideas, from endless tape mazes between the lockers to posting weird images all over the school, or even taking our sleeping bags and falling asleep in the hallways. But no, we had to decide for something a lot less ‘harmful for the school environment’. It wasn’t like they could suspend us or anything because that was basically useless, but there had been some troubles before. So, we decided to play it safe and went for an easy approach. The guys were going to wear girl clothing while the girls wore guy clothing. With the whole senior class doing it, nobody would be able to judge us. Some students also believed that this was the time to stand up against gender norms, but I decided to make sure I didn’t join anything that could turn violent. I liked the idea, but all I had to do was support it, not actually fight for it. Believe it or not, I actually still wanted the graduate and not have my diploma taken away from me.
Anyways, back to the prank. Some people had gone out specifically to buy clothes for the day, you know so they could over exaggerate it all. I already knew there were going to be a couple of guys going full out in blonde wigs, pink sparkly dresses, and high heels. As much as I would have loved to do that as well, I took an easier approach. Slacking wasn’t necessarily always a bad thing, right? You see, I had a girlfriend who happened to have a couple of clothing articles that she didn’t mind stretching out or some that were already a couple of sizes too large because they had been gifts. Where else would I get my outfit from? The fact that she was so petite would only make the whole thing funnier; the clothes would just barely fit me, not suiting my body shape at all.
“I get first choice since you’re my girlfriend!” I exclaimed as soon as we entered her room. Jack was here as well, Ash having offered to give him some clothes as well. He had been pretty excited about this whole getting to wear girl’s clothes thing, but I still wanted to show that I was the first one who got the offer, not him.
“But you’ll take all the good stuff!” Jack whined, trudging behind me, trying to see the selection Ash had laid down on her bed for us to choose from.
“Excuse me!” Ash sassily snapped, “I’ll have you know that all my clothes are pretty awesome!”
“Yeah, but he’ll look more stylish than me, and I can’t allow that!” He argued, trying to push me away so that he could stand at the end of the bed instead.
I looked at him as if he were talking in gibberish. “I always look more stylish that you. What do you expect?”
He was about to retort something, continuing this pointless argument for ever and ever, but Ash was smart and decided to interrupt before things escalated too fast and far. “Ok, well, I’m going to let Alex choose first because I already promised him as soon as we planned this prank, while I only let you choose as well because you suddenly realised you weren’t prepared. Plus, I get to wear Alex’s clothes, so it’s a fair deal.”
“You can wear my clothes as well!” Jack argued even though there was no point to do so anymore, I was already ready to pick out what I was going to wear.
“The only clothes I could possibly wear that are yours are the ones you are wearing right now,” she pointed out, shaking her head, “no offence, but I’d rather not.”
Jack pouted and let out an annoyed groan, but both Ash and I ignored it. I still got to choose first and straight away went for a dress. I mean, which guy doesn’t want to wear a dress for a day? I definitely did, and the fact that it was full of yellow and pink flowers just made it better. Of course it looked very weird on me, I didn’t have the waistline girls had, my shoulders were very broad, and the boob-factor also didn’t help much. Did I care, though? No, I loved it. And Jack seemed pretty happy with his outfit. It consisted of a black skirt and something that was supposed to be a t-shirt, but acted like a crop top on him. For some reason the clothing looked a lot better on him, but it was probably because he was a lot lankier and fit in it better. Ash ended up wearing one of my band t-shirts that basically acted like a dress on her and a pair of shorts because normal jeans would just be way too long for her. Jack and I had gotten a complete make over, makeup all over our faces, while Ash went with a bare face. The only thing we did do was wear unisex shoes just because we didn’t exactly have the same shoe size. Like, really, she’d drown in my shoes while I’d basically have to cut my toes off to maybe make my feet fit in.
Luckily, we didn’t have to go through public looking like this, not that I would have minded too much. My neighbor did give us a weird look as he went to get his mail from his mailbox at the same time we were walking out to my car. He didn’t seem too fazed, however, it wasn’t like normal things often happened here anyways.
When we got to school, we met up with other people who went to our classes. The other grades couldn’t help but snicker as they saw us, pointing at a couple of us who looked specifically out of place. Some people really went all out, like, more than I had expected. One thing was sure though, my attempt wasn’t the worst one out here. Some guys literally just put a bow on their head and did nothing else. Of course it sucked that not everybody was as excited as us, but I wasn’t going to blame them.
“I actually really enjoy wearing a dress,” I said out of nowhere, swirling my hips around a little, “there’s a constant breeze that I can really get used to living with.”
“I know!” Jack agreed, twirling around in circles to make his skirt fly up like a princess dress. “My dick’s actually not overheating for once!”
“Just please remind me to wash those clothes at least five times before I ever think about wearing them again,” Ash groaned, obviously not liking our ‘male-body-parts’ talk going on.
We all entered our first class, sitting down quietly and neatly before our teacher walked in. However, as soon as she did, she gave us the most suspicious look. Normally, we’d be sitting on the desks, chatting with each other, wasting another 10 minutes even though school should have already started. She was prepared for anything to happen, from her chair breaking to us suddenly singing loudly. But we didn’t do anything. We just stayed quiet.
“Is this really all you guys got?” She asked us, wondering where the loud noises and chaotic behaviour was.
Still, nobody moved. She shrugged and walked over to her cupboard. As soon as she opened it, a box full of confetti and glitter spilled out, going all over her and covering the floor. Yeah, that’s another thing we did. I might have lied about us doing a mellow prank. We made sure to put a box full of the horrible colorful mess on any door we, ourselves, didn’t have to go through or on any open cabinet we found. Anything that would be opened would make sure the place was full of glitter, the ones that wouldn’t be opened would just leave a terrible surprise later on in the year.
We all burst out laughing while the teacher couldn’t even be mad. Some of the guys high-fived each other, proud of their sneaky work. The entire building and everybody in it was going to have glitter all over for the next couple of weeks. Even I managed to find glitter in my bed after having washed my sheets a couple of times.
But, boy, the last day of school really was a sparkling surprise.
This was the only day I was still excited about, even graduation didn’t bother me much. Throughout high school, I had always been able to see what happened on this day, but this was the year I got to experience it. All the other grades were prepared for anything that could possibly come their way, and the teachers seemed to be extra alert. There had been whispers in the hallways for weeks now, a secret plot conspiring. If you hadn’t guessed it already, it was the day us seniors were going to execute our master prank.
There had been some pretty good ideas, from endless tape mazes between the lockers to posting weird images all over the school, or even taking our sleeping bags and falling asleep in the hallways. But no, we had to decide for something a lot less ‘harmful for the school environment’. It wasn’t like they could suspend us or anything because that was basically useless, but there had been some troubles before. So, we decided to play it safe and went for an easy approach. The guys were going to wear girl clothing while the girls wore guy clothing. With the whole senior class doing it, nobody would be able to judge us. Some students also believed that this was the time to stand up against gender norms, but I decided to make sure I didn’t join anything that could turn violent. I liked the idea, but all I had to do was support it, not actually fight for it. Believe it or not, I actually still wanted the graduate and not have my diploma taken away from me.
Anyways, back to the prank. Some people had gone out specifically to buy clothes for the day, you know so they could over exaggerate it all. I already knew there were going to be a couple of guys going full out in blonde wigs, pink sparkly dresses, and high heels. As much as I would have loved to do that as well, I took an easier approach. Slacking wasn’t necessarily always a bad thing, right? You see, I had a girlfriend who happened to have a couple of clothing articles that she didn’t mind stretching out or some that were already a couple of sizes too large because they had been gifts. Where else would I get my outfit from? The fact that she was so petite would only make the whole thing funnier; the clothes would just barely fit me, not suiting my body shape at all.
“I get first choice since you’re my girlfriend!” I exclaimed as soon as we entered her room. Jack was here as well, Ash having offered to give him some clothes as well. He had been pretty excited about this whole getting to wear girl’s clothes thing, but I still wanted to show that I was the first one who got the offer, not him.
“But you’ll take all the good stuff!” Jack whined, trudging behind me, trying to see the selection Ash had laid down on her bed for us to choose from.
“Excuse me!” Ash sassily snapped, “I’ll have you know that all my clothes are pretty awesome!”
“Yeah, but he’ll look more stylish than me, and I can’t allow that!” He argued, trying to push me away so that he could stand at the end of the bed instead.
I looked at him as if he were talking in gibberish. “I always look more stylish that you. What do you expect?”
He was about to retort something, continuing this pointless argument for ever and ever, but Ash was smart and decided to interrupt before things escalated too fast and far. “Ok, well, I’m going to let Alex choose first because I already promised him as soon as we planned this prank, while I only let you choose as well because you suddenly realised you weren’t prepared. Plus, I get to wear Alex’s clothes, so it’s a fair deal.”
“You can wear my clothes as well!” Jack argued even though there was no point to do so anymore, I was already ready to pick out what I was going to wear.
“The only clothes I could possibly wear that are yours are the ones you are wearing right now,” she pointed out, shaking her head, “no offence, but I’d rather not.”
Jack pouted and let out an annoyed groan, but both Ash and I ignored it. I still got to choose first and straight away went for a dress. I mean, which guy doesn’t want to wear a dress for a day? I definitely did, and the fact that it was full of yellow and pink flowers just made it better. Of course it looked very weird on me, I didn’t have the waistline girls had, my shoulders were very broad, and the boob-factor also didn’t help much. Did I care, though? No, I loved it. And Jack seemed pretty happy with his outfit. It consisted of a black skirt and something that was supposed to be a t-shirt, but acted like a crop top on him. For some reason the clothing looked a lot better on him, but it was probably because he was a lot lankier and fit in it better. Ash ended up wearing one of my band t-shirts that basically acted like a dress on her and a pair of shorts because normal jeans would just be way too long for her. Jack and I had gotten a complete make over, makeup all over our faces, while Ash went with a bare face. The only thing we did do was wear unisex shoes just because we didn’t exactly have the same shoe size. Like, really, she’d drown in my shoes while I’d basically have to cut my toes off to maybe make my feet fit in.
Luckily, we didn’t have to go through public looking like this, not that I would have minded too much. My neighbor did give us a weird look as he went to get his mail from his mailbox at the same time we were walking out to my car. He didn’t seem too fazed, however, it wasn’t like normal things often happened here anyways.
When we got to school, we met up with other people who went to our classes. The other grades couldn’t help but snicker as they saw us, pointing at a couple of us who looked specifically out of place. Some people really went all out, like, more than I had expected. One thing was sure though, my attempt wasn’t the worst one out here. Some guys literally just put a bow on their head and did nothing else. Of course it sucked that not everybody was as excited as us, but I wasn’t going to blame them.
“I actually really enjoy wearing a dress,” I said out of nowhere, swirling my hips around a little, “there’s a constant breeze that I can really get used to living with.”
“I know!” Jack agreed, twirling around in circles to make his skirt fly up like a princess dress. “My dick’s actually not overheating for once!”
“Just please remind me to wash those clothes at least five times before I ever think about wearing them again,” Ash groaned, obviously not liking our ‘male-body-parts’ talk going on.
We all entered our first class, sitting down quietly and neatly before our teacher walked in. However, as soon as she did, she gave us the most suspicious look. Normally, we’d be sitting on the desks, chatting with each other, wasting another 10 minutes even though school should have already started. She was prepared for anything to happen, from her chair breaking to us suddenly singing loudly. But we didn’t do anything. We just stayed quiet.
“Is this really all you guys got?” She asked us, wondering where the loud noises and chaotic behaviour was.
Still, nobody moved. She shrugged and walked over to her cupboard. As soon as she opened it, a box full of confetti and glitter spilled out, going all over her and covering the floor. Yeah, that’s another thing we did. I might have lied about us doing a mellow prank. We made sure to put a box full of the horrible colorful mess on any door we, ourselves, didn’t have to go through or on any open cabinet we found. Anything that would be opened would make sure the place was full of glitter, the ones that wouldn’t be opened would just leave a terrible surprise later on in the year.
We all burst out laughing while the teacher couldn’t even be mad. Some of the guys high-fived each other, proud of their sneaky work. The entire building and everybody in it was going to have glitter all over for the next couple of weeks. Even I managed to find glitter in my bed after having washed my sheets a couple of times.
But, boy, the last day of school really was a sparkling surprise.
Notes
This is a very short filler chapter. The next chapter is the last! Are you guys ready for the epilogue after that? Have I been making you dread it enough? Or should I keep going on about how you guys will probably hate me.
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5/25/20