The Undercover Mess

Eighteen years later

My alarm goes off waking me up to the chirping of birds and smell of freshly brewed coffee which was a routine. I sign and hit the off button slightly too hard .I was not a morning person ,the only upside is that today was my last day in high school .Going to school as a girl disguised as a boy  was hell ,I was bullied for being  fresh faced , skinny ,tall and pretty. I was known as the pretty loser and couldn’t wait to graduate and become  a pastry chef. I loved baking  and making new recipes which is a trait I got from my beautiful mother .

I stretched my muscles and my  beautiful golden hair cascaded down my back . I loved my waist length hair which I was able to convince my mum to let me keep. My hair grew at an abnormal rate as I have tried cutting them shorter since I was young but they grew back after few hours.

I hurriedly picked up my short wig from the floor which must have fallen off during my acrobatic sleeping positions. I was a careless sleeper.

I took a quick bath and one thing I dreaded the most was hiding my full bosoms in strings and wrap arounds to make them look flat.  I was blessed in looks, I had full breasts and wide hips with a sizeable bum. My dad is my biggest fan who praised me for my beauty and wished I didn’t have to hide it from the world.

I sprayed the portion that masks my scent and gives me that of a man. My parents spends a lot of money every month getting the portion from the witches.

On getting to school, I am faced with a crowd of people and I silently make my way through.I go to the admins office for my admission letter into the best culinary school in azaria.

Good morning Mrs.Pierce , I greeted. She was short and plump with the brightest smile.

Hello dear, I have your letter here and congratulations pretty one said Mrs. Pierce

I thanked her and left the office. On getting to my locker , I saw all kinds of scribblings and trash on my locker. I signed and proceeded to open when a bag of flour and eggs landed on me . I turned back and saw Tristan and his group of dogs laughing uncontrollably.This is my gift to you as an upcoming Pastry chef says Tristan.I looked around and saw the stares, some with pity, some with disdain  and others with pure excitement. I packed my stuff and left hurriedly. Tristan is the son of my packs Alpha and as such he is deemed untouchable.

I walk around town and go by the shops. I sight a pretty red dress with an halter neck and stare longingly hoping one day  I can wear such clothes. I go to my work place  where I work part time  called ‘Annie’s Bakes’. It is owned by a 55 year old woman and her husband. They treat me like their own and Annie thought me everything  about pastries.