I could feel someone watching me. " Kilala what are you hissing at?" I opened my eyes to see Pure. " Uhh... P- Dad what the hell are you doing!?"
I petted Kilala to calm her down. " Yes whats her name." He held my stare. " Kilala." " No not the two tails, the girl that was sleeping with you last night."
"WOAH! No girl was sleeping with me last night except for Kilala!" I almost yelled losing my cool with this fucking weirdo father.
" No the girl who looked like you just in a girl body." The room feel silent. With out thinking I started pacing around the room forgetting that Pure was even in the room. " She came out? How! She is inside my head, my body! How could she... She cant..." I closed my eyes and started to think how she could of but right when I started thinking I was enterupted by a very loud bell.
" Time to go son. Be ready with in twenty minutes." He shut the door before I could get one word in. So I raided my drawers.
With in fifteen minutes I got dressed and did my hair. I put on some colon and some perfume for Kilala that mother had packed for her with a white collar for her. I smiled. Mother I love you so much.
Kilala jumped on my shoulder looking proud with pride and very presentable. I walked out of the door to see Pure surrounded my five boys.
They weren't wearing what I'm used to seeing. They were wearing uniforms. " Wow.." I said under my breath. I was wearing a pair of blue jeans that fit just right. Kind of made me look girly because I have slightly a hour glass shape with was really weird. Mom said all the men in her family has a slight curve and it was true. I wore a red and black shirt that said " Blood on The Dance Floor". They were dressed in a white shirt with a blue jacket but the selves were cut down to the elbow.
Three of the boys had brown hair. Two of them had black hair. Those two were at least one or two inches taller then the three. But I knew I was taller then those two. The three looked 5'11. The two looked 6'2 and I am 6' 6. Mom says I'm still doing to grow more.
I walked slowly feeling nervous that being his child would be hard. Kilala hissed quietly and I petted her head to reassure her we are all right. I leaned against a wall with my cell in my hand until Pure called me over. " Boy's this is my son Truth." The boys started laughing.
"Master Pure we are sorry," The tall black haired boy looked at the rest of them, " But how many children have you had?" The weak smile I had diapered.
" Ya 'Dad' how many brothers and sisters do I have?!" He shot the students a look and they stopped laughing and walked away quickly.