A new school was nothing to shake a stick at. The building itself was huge, a four-story elitist school with all sorts of things he had never dreamt of. The Pole just didn't need anything like this for his education, did he? He supposed this was what happened when a bunch of rich kids decided they needed to go to school, though, because his parents were paying tons of money to send him here, so he figured he may as well make the best of it.

And by he, we mean 'she'. Feliks had become Feli for her new school, not wanting to deal with everyone knowing her awful secret. Behind the soft blond locks and scorching emerald eyes lay the mind of a boy confused. He felt the need to be a woman, and yet he didn't want surgery.

Beneath his oceanic striped tank top, complete with bra stuffed with silicone that affixed to his skin to look like real breasts, and the plain black skirt that hardly covered his rear, lay the body of a boy, but nobody would ever know it. He simply hoped that his wants about that stayed true, because he didn't want anyone to know about his little 'defect'.

She could flaunt, flash and flip like any other girl, could talk, walk and rock like one, seduce, seclude and slap like one, the only difference was that she just wasn't one. Was that such a problem? Half the time, she made sure that nobody would even know by looking under her skirt. She had ways of taping back that even her own parents sometimes forgot she was a boy.

The only problem was that her first class today was English, she had to pee, and she was already late because climbing so many flights of stairs in nearly foot-tall heels was not an easy or swift feat, and she was still in the middle of making her way up the third story steps to reach the top floor. This just wasn't working; she was even hauling a fairly heavy backpack. How was she expected to get to and from class in five minutes with all of these stairs in between them?

Maybe no school dress code wasn't as awesome as she'd originally thought it was.

The only reason the brunette sat in these classes, got an education, survived the problems that had struck his family had been to be sold to the Russian family he know worked for. He watched over the younger female and her brother, constantly running to and fro but on top of all the work that seemed to always amass itself when the female was feeling particularly nasty. Today was no different from the rest as he ran about in his typical forest green outfit, plain and simple as his actual income was and also easy to disguise any of his issues underneath.

It was his blessing to not have a first hour, the only point in the day where he didn't have to share a class with either of the siblings, one where he could catch up on his own personal time which included his own homework. Somehow he was to always balance the life of two others and maintain a straight A running in this high-class, over stuffed, prissy academy that he was constantly reminded cost lots of money... His back knew just how much each class cost if he failed it.

The bathroom wasn't too far away for him, used to climbing the stairs at almost break-neck speeds to run errands in his five minute passing periods but there was someone still lugging themselves up the stairs very laboriously. "Uh, a-are you okay?" They almost seemed pained as he stepped up next to them, noting the beauty of the female but attempting to be as respectful as possible and clear as possible with his Leituvian accent.

Stopping on the seventy-second step she had risen up on that morning, almost panting and lightly dusted in a mixture of flavored body powder and sweat, she gasped a little. This boy was rather ordinary looking, compared to those she had already seen, but that gave him his own kind of endearing qualities. And, if there was one thing she was, it was a flirt. Leaning forward a little to expose herself just enough to seem unknowing of it, she looked up at him with sad emeralds glistening.

"Well, like, I'm totally late for like, class and stuff, and it's my first day." And the middle of the semester, too. "I like, have totally spent the past forty five minutes climbing stairs, because the elevator's like, broken or something..." She sighed, even her voice light enough to keep her from being discovered. "And it's so hard in these shoes, but like, I can't take them off because like, my feet are really sensitive to cold and these tiles are totally frozen. I know because some idiot like, pushed me backwards down five or six steps and I had to pick everything back up."

She still didn't know who'd done that, but he had been a total jerk-off and was worthy of her stabbing him in the penis. Her own accent didn't seem that obvious, but she was clearly foreign.

Hm, the voice threw poor Toris for a bit of a loop, catching the slightly more masculine noises that were buried under the higher tone used but that was the least of the problems that the other already presented for him. The actions and appearance of the flustered person made him want to help and unsure all at the same time... Was this just going to be another person using him like all the rest around this school did?

"I'm sorry that happened to you... What room are you heading to, I might be able to help since this is my free hour in the day..." He studiously ignored anything even remotely sexual that the other did, a bit of concern in his mind for falling down any of these bony flights though... He knew how badly these pointed steps bit into a body when you fell down even one of the steps.

Maybe he could give the girl? a hand with the bag that was obviously weighing them down, knowing that letting someone borrow Natalia's pairs of shoes would be disasterous to his health. Anyway those shoes would most likely be too big for the other to wear anyway judging by just how those shoes sat on the other's dainty feet.

"It's okay, I guess... I'm like, a Pole so I'm like, totally unlucky. I swear, before I got to the elevator, I saw like, some kids getting on it and using is just fine." Shaking her head, she licked her delicately painted lips again and offered her hand like any true princess would. "I'm Feli." She offered, "Obviously I'm like, from Poland. I think I like, totally know your accent. I know a whole lot of Lithuanians..." A pause, "I'm like, really bad with names, so can I just call you Liet?"

Perhaps she should have been a little less pushy with things, but she was skipping this hour, by the sounds of it, anyway, because she was wondering what she could do with this new development. After all, all it did was intrigue her by making her wonder if she could strip for him and cause him to notice her sexual advances. He certainly wasn't like the other boys, the ones who pounced on her the second that she showed a bit too much cleavage. Or, maybe, she just wasn't in Polak anymore, and things would be different here.

"Really, though, Liet, if you can't help me, you don't have to. I just...have to like, decide if making it for five minutes of class is worth it, or if I should just go ahead and start to my next class... Which I have to go back all the way down to the basement for. I have art, next."

All the 'like's that the person was using bothered the male some, making it slightly distracting as the other talked to him but able to work through it since the accent wasn't a hard one to stay on top of for him. Granted the bombardment of information and questions left him wary, wondering more about just what type of person he was around...

"I'll be heading that way for next hour as well, I just came to..." How did one bring up the fact they were only there as a servant and not get used? This was not the best topic for him at all, panic beginning to bubble about being late or being caught in someone else's snares next. "To pick up my master for class and swing by the bathrooms..." He colored, unable to look the other straight in the eye and backing up some, demure as a servant should be to the upper class.

"I don't mind really what you call me and the elevator has been broken all month... They'll be fixing it up off and on all day, just don't attempt to use it for a while... Now, excuse me, Polish miss but I must b-be going." With that he stepped backwards up the step slowly, head down and unwilling to look up and show he had pinked with embarassment at his status.

Ooh, servant? She could feel her panties grow a little tight at the thought of just how against the rules that was. It made her feel quite the twitch downstairs and she smiled some, grabbing his hand before he made his way off to get said master, shaking her head.

"You aren't going anywhere, Liet...not yet. I'm intrigued...you're allowed to call me Feli..." She nodded, winking at him and leaning a bit closer, "I find servants more entertaining than their masters, most times, and the thought of how it shouldn't be just really interests me..." The 'likes' and 'totally's seemed to be out of her vocabulary for a bit, before suddenly, "I mean, like, it's totally forbidden and that only makes it like, a totally sweeter fruit, right?"

Toris was nothing close to a bad boy, but just the fact that this was kind of taboo changed that thought. However, she had yet to be seen by any other classmates than the one who had pushed her, so she didn't really think that she had had a chance to become the crush of the school. However, she figured she had already wormed herself into this one's head, even as her delicate hand held the other's so gently, yet demandingly.

The touch made him jump a little, obviously not comfortable at all and it was understandable why when this person obviously was planning something with him. "I must go but I can help you know the fastest route to all the classes you have during art." He tugged at his hand, panicking internally as if he were a cornered animal, looking for his exit in the nearest place possible.

The tempting part did not exist for him, he didn't enjoy the idea of being used to be a 'forbidden fruit' it almost seemed too Adam and Eve for him. On top of that, leaning forward to attempt to expose more cleavage to attract him did not work, getting nothing out of him sexually until he looked at the hunger licking in the other's eyes.

"I-I'm sure there are plenty of o-other fruits you can go after while you're here. L-let me go please." That was the most demanding he would be for the moment, not wanting to yank and leave the other tumbling down the stair and also avoiding saying the name to keep things impersonal.

Now, that wasn't any fun. And, just to let the other know, he poured all of his being into the pout now sitting on those pretty lips. "Fine, Liet, go." Dropping the hand and turning simultaneously, she flared her skirt behind her for dramatic effect and made her way back down the stairs, her poor ankles looking like they would snap. About three steps away from the Lithuanian, she finally set her bag down, sat on the stairs, and began the removal of her impossibly huge shoes. Once they were off, she ignored the cold as best she could, shuddering and stepping lightly and quickly as she made her way down to the first floor, knowing one place that she could hide out in. After all, nobody denied Feliks Łukasiewicz.

Once the locker rooms were found, he slid into the boys' and decided that, since PE wasn't held until third hour, that skipping second, as well, wouldn't be too bad, as long as he got a nice, hot, long, uninterrupted shower out of it. Everything was dropped on a bench and carefully made sure that no wrinkles would be found amongst it, before she stepped towards the showers and turned them on. She even had her own shampoo and soaps to use, and planned on showering again after PE, which she would wait for the showers last. Colder water or not, she'd have to go last, lest her secret be found out. Oh, well, if the PE teacher was hot, she could always hit on him. After all, her 'fruit' had left her with a bitter taste in her mouth, and all she wanted to do was find some gum before she was so upset by the flavor she threw up.

Part of him actually regretted having blown the new person off but he couldn't get wound up in this type of situation, not when he was already on a tight leash and left with few, if any, freedoms around this school. Granted all his teachers adored him for his hard work, fast brain and skillful precision that he did things but they also knew he was a mere servant and no one in this school was afraid to remind him... It was always painfully aware as he followed Ivan down the steps, jostled around and almost thrown down them by the other students as they both headed towards art class. He wished that he could trade Raivis and Eduard some days, stay home and take care of the house instead of get dragged through school with the other two but it didn't seem like that would ever happen to him.

"I need my project from the locker room, would you get it for me Toris?" The russian accent was thick but so ingrained in the servant's brain that it processed easy and he preferred being around this one of the two most of the time. After all, Ivan was polite enough to ask him for favors and not tell him most days, so with a nod he disappeared to the boys' locker room, going in without making a single sound.

The sound of the shower spray was obvious, but the sound of singing wasn't quite what was expected. Particularly singing that didn't sound like anyone in the school at all. The voice was raw and light, but still undertoned with masculinity enough that it was clear it had to be a boy. Well, obviously, it was in the boy's locker room.

"I would tell you about the things they put me through, the pain I've been subjected to, but the Lord himself would blush, the countless feasts laid at my feet, forbidden fruits for me to eat, but I think your pulse would start to rush."

For anyone who poked their head in, a rather sensually dancing blond, suds dripping and sliding down his body, wiggled and writhed beneath the hot spray, moving his body like no boy should. His eyes were closed, no thought of someone coming in entering his mind as he continued to sing and dance to one of his favorite songs, something he considered his theme song.

"Now, I'm not looking for absolution, for forgiveness for the things that I do. But before you come to any conclusions, try walking in my shoes, try walking in my shoes."

Blinkblink. He knew that song, it was one Natalia often played when she was by herself or working on certain projects around the house. Curiosity getting the better of him, he peeked his head around the corner only to yank it back, heart thundering, erection beginning some and knowledge of just who that person was striking him. Attempting to be quiet he went and opened Ivan's locker, not meaning to make it clang as it shut but it did just that.

He cringed, feeling like he should flee, as if he had done something absolutely horrible by catching another male showering and being tempted by his body... It wasn't right for him, a mere servant to think that way about anybody at all, let alone a male, yet... still the temptation was there.

The song continued as he danced and wiggled to it, before he paused at the sound of a locker. Then, he squeaked and ran for his towel, wrapping up and poking his head out of the showers, eyes wider than dinner plates. Someone had caught him, someone had caught him, someone had caught him! Someone had--

Oh, but it was just Liet. His only... Denial. His face fell immediately and he closed his eyes.

"Liet...um..." The voice had reverted back to the slightly girly one, but it seemed slightly deeper, now. But not by much. "Please...tell me you won't, like, tell anyone? I...really don't, like, want them to know that I'm a boy. Okay?" He was looking down, as well, hiding his face as he spoke. "I'll be your friend, okay? Like, totally bff, and I won't even like, use you for anything. I'll treat you as an equal, if you just...like...keep this totally under wraps." And he meant every word. He didn't want to be found out, not at all.

Flinching at first because he had also been partially caught by someone, especially when he wore pants that weren't made for hiding an erection since he never even had a morning wood half the time. Gulping he turned around slightly, project held carefully yet firmly in his grip.

"I-it's not my place to tell..." He nodded some, inching towards his bag, still waiting for a nasty reprimand even after he had heard all that. After all, who could trust a servant, especially a Russian servant, right?

"Liet...please? If you know my secret..." He sighed, "I need some kind of friend." And there wasn't even a need to explain, now. Well, maybe explaining would be nice, but he may not do that. "I just...come here, please?" He nearly whimpered, knowing he'd been caught and knowing that he would be treated badly if someone found out. He had to make sure that this man kept quiet about his secret, and there was only one way he could think of to do that.

After all, there was one way to solve everything in Poland when you were that pretty, and it wasn't necessarily a clean task. "A little closer than that...please?" His voice was getting whinier, more whimpery, his lithe body wiggling and his eyes pleading. Who could really resist such a pretty face, twisted in fear and solemn sadness, eyebrows knitted together and pout in place.

Looking between that begging face and the project in his hands, Toris gently set the item on the bench next to his bag, coming forward as he was asked, coming within reach. He didn't like being in reach of people since they could easily snag him then and really reprimand him but still he did it, fear of a worse punishment for disobeying if he didn't.

"M-master Natalia might like you... She likes to listen to that song, maybe you could be her friend?" He was trying to offer something for the idea of friendship since befriending a servant would get everyone's ridicule in this school. On top of that, this seemed like the popular type of person so he had no right interferring and making friendship for him and other's impossible.

What was wrong with him? The more he watched this man, the more he found himself wanting to go back to being sexy in his shower. He wanted to give him an eyefull, to see what he'd do, to watch him play with himself if he found the guts. There were things going on in that dirty mind that would make the world's biggest whore blush like a young nun. Of course, that was just his brain.

Reaching forward, he tugged the other in for a slow, gentle, searing, sensual kiss that he only hoped would seal the deal. After a few seconds that turned to minutes that turned from one to three quickly, he pulled back. "Well, I like you, too, I don't care about the consequences. I'm not one for things like that. But girl friends are good, too..."

The male blinked at first in the kiss, never having done such a thing before in his life and it felt... good. He began to return the kiss when it felt like it was broken too fast, his half-lidded eyes partially chasing the other when he pulled back until her talked again. That brought him right back to his place, right back in his servant body.

"Un-understood... I-I won't tell..." With that he began to leave, picking back up the project, one that had much skill poured into it and some tweaking he had done to help Ivan get an even better grade on it... If he didn't hurry up though, he would get too many people in trouble, make things worse on everyone and most likely crack under the strain that would be put upon him suddenly.

"Bye, Liet..." The voice that he left with almost sounded too sad that he was leaving. Truly, even if the guy was kind of wimpy and annoying in that aspect, he wasn't bad and, to be honest, he was leaving the poor Pole with quite the interesting feeling in a spot that hardly got noticed. Dropping the towel again, he finished up his song and dance in the shower, before heading out, all clean again, to actually go to class.

Now, his hair was up in pigtails, but he still looked just as girly as he was meant to. He found a seat in the back of the class, shrinking a lot from the height his shoes put him at. It was nice to know that someone so short had learned how to be tall instead of just complaining about it.

Either the Pole was deliberately ignoring him or had chosen his spot without thinking because he chose the seat directly next to him, the place where enjoyed making secretive pieces of art that boosted his grade above just a hundred percent. At the moment it was fine-detailing a sculpture of a male that was entwined with water, face upturned, mouth open, eyes closed. One hand was stretching up, the other hugging the midsection, back arched, hair swirling and legs bent up off the ground. The water strategically blocked off the crotch but it seemed almost like the person was lost in complete ecstasy in the picture, maybe even in the middle of a climax.

Glancing over the sculpture beside him, the Pole chewed his lip a little before nodding some to himself and pulling out his sketch pad, unsure of what to do and unwilling to introduce himself to the teacher. After all, he didn't like new people very well, and he was stuck in class with an awful lot of them. He just wished that he could find a way to do something that he wouldn't get noticed for by anyone but the boy beside him. Pulling out his headphones and portable cassette player, he popped in a soundtrack and began to listen to it happily, feeling much better about it, now. He began to sketch something widely known as part of a 'cult phenomenon'; outfits from The Rocky Horror Picture Show began to appear on random men and women on the page, coating it in corsets and garter belts and heels so obnoxious that they wouldn't be worn by normal people.

Finally, finishing off the final details, Toris sat back, admiring his little sculpture with an artist's eye, noting where things my need a bit more work before raising his hand shyly and the teacher coming back. He talked with the person for a dew moments, discussing his little sculpture before the teacher took it away to be put in the kiln. Then he would paint it and last he would glaze it for the fire once. He looked forward to the finished product but as he painted the colors began to match who was sitting next to him a bit too well.

Not paying enough attention to the project beside him, focusing more on his own, he began to notice similarities to people in the room. Himself, he wore one of Columbia's outfits. The man beside him? One side of the page he was featured in Eddie's outfit, and the other side Magenta's. Between the two of them were two little Feliks', one in a certain outfit and the other in another. He smiled some, drawing in other random people in the other outfits, particularly enjoying drawing a small, white-haired male as Frank-N-Furter, and the large man he sat with and spoke to as Rocky. Which, in turn, made him wonder who Brad and Janet were.

The bell was a surprise this time snapping through all that diligent work and making him panic that he was now behind. He quickly put the project somewhere safe in the room, the light hitting it to keep it stable and then cleaned up his supplies. "Oh..." He rushed to put them up as he already had spotted his master leaving him behind and if he didn't make to the next hour, back in the locker rooms.

He looked down at the Pole still sitting there, offering a hand for the other male or female, together they could possibly make it in time. It didn't matter if you were bad luck or not because it was courtesy and... he actually kind of liked the guy.

When the bell rang, it was in the middle of a very interesting detail, and he didn't quite stop. Oops, she didn't stop. She just continued to work until she found a hand near her, looking up with an almost shy expression before realizing who it was. She didn't realize why, exactly, but she felt a lot better being around Liet than anyone else, so far, even if no one in particular scared him, he just didn't really like them.

Taking the hand daintily, she rose from her seat and put her things away, "Gym, next?" She questioned, head tilting again. That voice was back to the girly tinge.