Set Her Free

Harry Styles has known something is wrong with him for most of his life. He's wicked smart and really nice, but people don't hang out with him. He gets called 'gay' on a daily basis, although he doesn't know what that means until third grade. He gets called 'weak' when he plays sports, because he's not good at them. He spends too much time looking at the cheerleaders. But it's not because he wants them. He wants to be one of them.

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5. Finding Her

The first time that Harry Styles had actually dressed like her real self was when she had turned sixteen years old.

Her parents had gotten her a car for her birthday, and all of her friends had given her fifty bucks each. Which only made for two hundred dollars, but whatever. Her older sister had given her cologne, which would tremendously help when she had to hide.

After thanking everybody profusely, she'd asked if he could go for a drive.

"Sure, son." said the girl's father, making her wince. "It's yours."

So she'd went.

She had scoured every thrift shop, discount aisle, cheap makeup racks, and just about everything she could. She only ended up spending fifty dollars on her new things, so it was an added bonus. She had stuffed everything inside a cheap little treasure chest she'd bought some time earlier, having decided that she would hide everything inside of it from then on. Obviously, she'd gotten an industrial-strength lock for it too, already knowing where to hide the key. She parked her new car outside of the house, where she discovered that she was home alone.

Excellent.

She lugged her treasure chest down in the basement, and locked the door for good measure. The girl swiftly began her work.

First things first.

She put on a bra for the first time ever.

She tried on a cute little blouse that simply screamed 'Nerdy girl with a secret kink'.

Next she fitted herself inside a pair of panties.

Wow.

She paused to relish that feeling for a second.

After she'd gotten over it, she slipped on one of her new skirts. This baby reached her knees, but it was one of those that showed off her bum and made it looked bigger than it actually was. And it was pink, her favorite color since forever.

She began to straighten out her hair, using one of the straighteners she'd just bought. It killed her to get rid of her curls, but it made her hair look longer and more realistic.

And finally, the moment she'd been waiting for.

Makeup.

She grabbed everything she could. She'd chosen several different colors of practically everything, eager to try everything out.

She put on eyeliner, mascara, lipstick.

The eyeliner was a light pink that matched her skirt pretty well. The mascara made her eyes 'pop', or so she thought, and the pink lipstick made her lips look fab-u-lous. She gave a dramatic pout in the little silver pocket mirror she had.

And finally, the moment of truth.

She had also purchased a full-length mirror on her shopping excursion, and she began to set this up, putting it up on the back of her closet door to hide it better. And so she didn't have to see herself in boy form.

She took a deep breath, smoothed out her skirt, and looked up at herself.

Harriet Styles smiled at her reflection for the first time since she was four years old.

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