Stability Complex: Stereotypes and Crossdressing

Chapter 3

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I walked into my science class, noticing that we had a substitute. I didn't pay any attention to the sub other than noting that it was female. Probably never gonna see her again, why care what she looks like?

The bell rang, signaling the start of class, and everyone took their respective seats. The woman at the front of the class explained that we were supposed to be doing a lab, but she wasn't qualified for it, so we got to watch a video on lab safety. The class groaned, because we'd already seen like... A million of them, and they were always cheesy.

The sub smiled brightly. “Oh come on, kids! This one is the newest there is, and no one in it's even acting!”

“So.. You're basically saying that they're actual people, messing up with lab experiments on accident?” Marly asked, next to me.

“Yes.” The sub popped the tape into the VCR (our school board is too cheap to get DVD-players) and pushing play. The class watched a scene where students were getting their safety gear, before a man's voice came on the tape.

“Lab safety: More than just a stupid rule” He then began explaining what things could go wrong and how to prevent them. Marly yawned beside me.

“I thought this was supposed to be interesting?” She half-asked.

I shrugged. The man had just stopped talking, and a boy was on the screen, poking the fire of the Bunsen Burner with a toothpick. The stick quickly caught on fire and he dropped it on his shirt, the material catching flame.

He jumped up and screamed, slapping at the growing fire. Someone picked up a glass of water and threw it at him, dousing the flame. My class burst into laughter. I groaned. This was obviously going to be a rated G type thing. We wouldn't get to see anyone get seriously hurt.

I blinked at the screen. I knew that face... Demas was an idiot in school? ...That made sense. Apparently, the guy crossdressed in high school as well, 'cause he was wearing platform shoes, a shirt that I'm pretty sure was a tanktop with a girl's zip-up sweater over it, and tight-ish pants. He apparently wasn't used to the shoes yet, because while carrying a glass of ice water to his desk to do some kind of experiment, he tripped and the water flew everywhere. His class and my class laughed together, while his teacher was screaming at him to 'treat water like an acid!'

I almost felt sorry for the guy. He looked like he was about to cry.

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-Savage Destiny, Kiba

This chapter was going to be longer, but I figured you guys have waited long enough. I've been really busy lately. Sorry for the lateness and shortness. I'm terrible at updating. :-/

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