Like a Lady (Markson Story)

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Mark's pov

I stare at myslef in the mirror. I now realized why I hated boy clothes so much. I spin around in the skirt letting it flow through the air.  

Then I hear a knock on my door. "Mark? You in there the doors locked." I hear Jackson say. I rip off the skirt and stuff behined my pillow.

I slide on a pair of sweat pants and a hoodie. "Why was your door locked?" Jackson asks as I open my door. "I was changing." I lie. "But we've all seen eachothet practically naked, we've changed in front if eachother." Jackson laughs.

"What are you even doing here?" I ask him. "I came back early from shopping, and I was wondering if you wanted to have a movie marathon with me." Jackson asked hopefully. "I don't know." I say before Jackson cuts in.

"Plz, I have one thing you can't refusem" Jackson smirks. "What's that?" I ask raising and eyebrow. "Chocolate!" Jackson cheers. " Alright fine, but where doing it in my room, go get the chocolate." I smile pushing Jackson out of my room.

I set up my laptop on my bed and then Jackson comes back with a huge platter of Chocolate, Gummy candy, strawberries, raspberries, and blueberries, those were are favorite fruits.

We were almost finished with the movie when Jackson accidentally lifted my shirt up when he stretched. Reveling the tights I had forgotten to take off.

"Mark why are you-" Jackson starts before I cut him off. "G-G-Get out." I say my eyes tear up. "Mark what's going on?" Jackson asks. "GET OUT!" I cry loudly shoving him out of my room, and locking the door. I collapse against the door and cry silently.

I rip of my tights and clothes and change into my pajamas. They were even pretty feminine.

I slide under my covers and wipe my tears I didn't even know why I was crying. The fact of Jackson finding out about me wearing female clothes terrified me. I didn't want him to think of me any differently.

But I thought differently about myself.