I imagine Alex to look like Lucky Blue Smith. ^ Except with brown hair and hazel eyes obviously.

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Alex's POV

"I won't give up."

Those words held a promise, one I intend to keep. I wouldn't let Charlie slip away from me; I wouldn't let what we had go to waste after all these years. She didn't know what she was thinking when she said she wanted to take a break.

So I told myself I was doing this for her, to make her realize she still needs me as much as I need her.

I couldn't deny Charlie changed and not only in appearance. Back then, I would've never thought she would ever make the decision to break up with me. Even my friends in high school told me if we were ever to break up, I would be the one doing the breaking up.

But they were wrong about that too; I never had any thoughts of breaking up with her unless she broke up with me.

And she did.

When I first met Charlie, she didn't have friends, she didn't have anything, her own mother didn't love her so it felt good to be the one to give her something she would never want to let go. I thought she needed me, but she let me go so easily.

How could she do this to me?

I loved her. I love her.

I was the first one to ever love her, to ever be there for, to care for her, so why wasn't that enough?

Why couldn't I just be enough?

I won't let her do this to me.

Laura pokes her head inside my room, frowning as she sees me sprawled onto my bed and drowning in my thoughts before she lets herself in.

My sister walks over to me, pushing my legs over so she could take a seat at the end of my bed. "How long are you going to sulk like this?"

I don't respond. Instead, I move onto my back, draping an arm over my eyes, not wanting my sister to see the look on my face.

"Listen it's not the end of the world, you've been through plenty break up's so why is this one so different?" Laura asks and her question catches me off guard. Even if I gave Laura a reply to that, she wouldn't understand, not even I understood.

"I'm going to win her back; I'm not going to give up," I mumble. Before I can register, my arm is being removed from over my face as Laura's big brown eyes stare down at me, a small smile playing at her lips.

"How are you possibly going to do that, little bro?"

"I already sent my resignation at my college, I'm transferring to hers after the vacation," I tell her and my sister's eyes widen before she pulls back to process my words.

"You're transferring!" She gapes and I nod. "Does mom know?"

"It's not a big deal, we paid off the first semester and because of my grades, it'll be easy. All mom has to do is pay similar sums next semester, the difference is I'll be in a different university." I explain simply, with a one-shouldered shrug at the end.

"All of this for your girlfriend! Just to win her back?" Laura continues to gape. I lift her chin with my finger so her mouth is no longer ajar with newfound resolve.

"Not exactly, but I need your help for the most part. You're going to love this."

...

Laura's friends got all of their supplies here. The minute I told Laura my plan, they rushed over, eager to play dress up on me I suppose. Prosthetic makeup artists were such weirdoes.

"So he's doing all this for his girlfriend," her friend by the name Rosette says with her strong foreign accent, smacking her bubblegum.

Rosette was sewing beside her friend Crystal, as she fills up something with what I was told was cotton.

"I don't know if that's cute or completely psychotic," my sister Laura says, taking my measurements as I stand with exasperation on my face.

"I am right here you know," I state, raising my hands and dropping them in annoyance. No one pays me any attention though.

"I've been begging him to let me practice one of my designs for months," my big sister continues, turning back briefly to face her friends before focusing her attention on my measurements again. "But I guess his girlfriend was more important than his sister." She pretends to wipe a fallen tear.

I would've felt bad for her if she didn't smirk my way.

"You should be happy I'm letting you do this now, stop complaining and hurry up with this," I tell her impatiently. "Will it look realistic enough?" I ask, worriedly.

"Of course," Rosette says, lifting up the flat padded object she was working on. "Lucky for us, you're not very built."

I try not to be offended by this because it wasn't entirely my fault; no matter how much I ate, I didn't get fat and I was too lazy to hit the gym.

"Crystal's working on making the padded curves we'll attach into your clothes because obviously your body may be thin but it isn't built the same. Rosette is making your pads for your buttocks and chest area," my sister adds with a wink.

Suddenly, I start to regret my decision.

"I don't know, maybe this is too much...maybe I should just let her go..." I trail off and even that idea sounded horrible to me. I didn't want to let Charlie go and I knew this wasn't the smartest way to get her back, but still.

"If you're a real man this shouldn't bother you," Crystal tells me.

"You want to get your girl back right? You want to protect her from those savages they call men," Rosette adds and I make a face. She did realize I was still a male right?

"Um...yeah?"

"Then what do you have to worry about?" My sister asks. "Trust me, once she sees what you're trying to do for her, she'll come back to you in no time. I mean, who wouldn't?"

I know Laura and her friends did this for the sake of their promotion at first but right now they were honestly trying to convince me.

And they were right I guess....

Charlie will be completely overjoyed once she's seen I've gone to such lengths just to be with her and to take the attention I knew she hated off of her. I could fix this, I know I could!

...

After my sister puts on the wig, she takes a step back along with Rosette and Crystal to admire their work.

"This is perfect!" Laura says, clasping her hands together as Rosette and Crystal took photos of me unwillingly. "You could almost pass as a real girl!"

"Almost?" I groan, pushing the hair that happened to find its way in my mouth away from my face.

"Well you're sulking like a guy, the way you're standing isn't pretty and you need to smile more," Rosette says, pointing everything out and listing the errors I was in need of work on her fingers.

Reluctantly, I straighten my back more and smile my best girlish smile while I bat my lashes.

"Don't try too hard," Crystal giggles and I groan.

"This is pointless," I say, pulling off my wig and throwing it onto the bed. "I'm going to make a fool out of myself." As I walk over to my bed in defeat I stop when I notice the mirror I pass.

Slowly I walk back and face the mirror once again.

My mouth falls open.

"That's me!" I point at what was supposed to be my reflection. The girls stand beside me, admiring their work as they nod. "I look like a girl!" I say in surprise, touching my breasts which were filled with cotton and my fake curves that were sewn into my clothing.

"You don't say," my sister says sarcastically, placing the wig back on me. "We are really good at what we do."

I never thought my sister's weird profession would ever come in handy.

With concentration, I straighten up, flashing a smile into the mirror before I gape again.

"I make one hot fucking girl," I exclaim making my sister roll her eyes and her friends laugh. "Seriously I would definitely want a piece of that if this wasn't actually me right now."

"You're not making sense doofus," Rosette flicks my head but I was too busy hitting on the girl in the mirror.

After a while, I take off all of the shit they put on me and help them pack up their freaky supplies that somehow managed to transform me into a girl. I guess it was a good thing I didn't hit the gym throughout high school, but I made myself a promise to do so after I get Charlie back because there was no way in hell I was going to put that on ever again.

I didn't even want to think about it ever again after all of this.

"Now any time you want to put on clothes, remember to add these things inside," Crystal lifts the cotton and silicon objects they sewed and cut. "We don't want you looking like a box in a dress."

I nod, pushing them out of my room as they talk.

"And practice to walk in heels again, we don't want you falling and hitting that pretty face of yours," Rosette adds, making them all chuckle and I roll my eyes.

"Yeah, yeah." Before they can say anything further, I push them out completely and shut the door in their face, walking over to my bed and falling with a sigh in exhaustion. If you didn't notice, I had a hell of a long day dealing with my sister and her weird friends.

Slowly, I peer at the wig sitting on my table drawer on its stand, unsurely.

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The week passes by in a flash and I walk through the campus of Central West, determinedly

It's a huge place; many buildings and cars exiting and entering the university. The one thing I notice more is the lack of females. For that reason alone, I'm receiving a lot of attention and I understand exactly what Charlie was going through now.

They were all eyeing me like animals.

At least I'm used to the attention since in high school I received the same treatment from the females.

But at least the girls were more discreet.

That's another reason why I'm here; to take away the attention from Charlie because I knew she hated it, and it was my chance to be closer to her too. I'm going to tell her I'm tired of being on break and that I need her.

She couldn't deny me after all of that; she'd take me back with open arms!

With the help of a couple of guys I found on campus who were extremely friendly, I mean look at me, I find myself entering the receptionist building.

I was told I would find my schedule for the next semester here. I wasn't going to be staying in a dorm either; I couldn't risk changing in front of someone.

I couldn't have my true identity being discovered.

So I would drive here every morning from my grandparents' house-- it wasn't that far anyway-- to get here.

As I push the doors open, my heels clicking uncomfortably, I made a mental note never to wear the damn thing again. I mean putting on heels didn't make me more of a girl anyway, Charlie never wore heels.

Flipping my hair away from my face every second, I welcome the attention with a proud look on my face. This was going to be easy, all I had to was play hard to get and sway my hips a little, which was sure to take all of the attention from these poor girls.

And from Charlie.

Honestly what kind of university was this, 12% females! That was insane! I understood this was their second year accepting females but it was still a little unbelievable.

My eyes glaze over the room until they find familiar emerald green ones and my heart plummets into my stomach.

There was Charlie; clinging to the same guy she had kissed at the party, smiling his way as they stared into each other's eyes.

I was going to be sick.

When her eyes meet mine I hope she saw the anger brewing inside of them. So this is what she meant by taking a break!

If so, she had another thing coming.

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I think you guys have an idea of what the title means now ;)

I put the picture of Alex with his sister at the top so you can see how much he actually looks like a girl😂

Alex looks like he has nothing to lose here, and he's going all in to bring Charlie back at his side. Looks like he didn't expect to see her with Daniel thou...I'm so excited to write the next chapter! It's going to be so much fun hehe ;)

I should probably shut up by now, turning into those authors with long ass authors notes my bad. Point out any mistakes because every chapter I write is on my phone so I know they're a hell lot of typos.

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