Post by Anime Monster on Feb 15, 2006 20:26:51 GMT -5
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Samuel, the son of a very wealthy family need him to marry, however he likes none of the girls that they want him to marry so they think of an idea to have a ball. Cross-dressing takes place as guys and girls try to win the heart of the wealthy son.
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"To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides."
--David Viscott How to Live with Another Person
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Samuel Oujino was the handsome half Japanese, half American son of a wealthy Japanese business man and his American wife. However, Samuel wasn't very happy, he was never called Sam or Sammy or anything other than Samuel, Master Samuel, Mister Oujino, or Oujino, except by his mother, who often called him prince.
Samuel's parents knew he was getting towards the age when he should marry and produce his heir as his father was getting sick and would soon leave the business to Samuel. They tried tirelessly to get Samuel to fall in love with a daughter of some other wealthy family, but Samuel showed no interest in any of the women presented to him as possible future brides.
This was because of something he never told his parents, something that was so obvious you would wonder how any one couldn't know. Samuel was a fashion freak, his favorite activity was shopping, he went clubbing late at night, and he detested a woman's touch, unless it was his mother or a touch of friendship. It was obvious, to anyone that bothered to look that Samuel was gay. In fact, it could be said he was "flaming." The only thing he didn't seem to have were the cliché stereotypical limp wrists and "valley girl" accent that it seemed the movies liked to show gays as having.
The maids knew, they'd found, on more than one occasion the evidence hidden between the mattress. The butlers knew, well at least the young ones who'd been the subjects of many of Samuel's drool moments. Half the gay community of the town knew. Hell, the girls that his parents tried to set him up with knew.
So it was much to his displeasure that his parents were falling on a last resort, a ball would be held to ensure Samuel's married some girl by the end of the year. He really should have told them.
Harold Smith was never called Harry or Harold, hell only his teachers ever called him Mr. Smith. His usual names were freak, waste of space, boy, idiot, and slave, it was no wonder his moral was low. Harold's room was the attic and while a big room, it was sparsely decorated. His step-mother had plenty of money from his father as did his step-sisters, but when he wondered what happened to his inheritance he'd be told to clean the windows. He hated the windows.
There were 152 panes of glass in all the windows in the house and each one had to be cleaned inside and out before he'd be allowed a scrap of food for the night. He hated it. It would have been better if that was the only manual labor he had to do. No, he had to make the meals; wash the floors; vacuum; paint the shed, fence, and walls; wash the laundry; clean the cat boxes; make the beds; feed the animals; scrub the toilet; clean the grout; change the light bulbs; cut the grass; trim the bushes; etc. etc. etc.
Some of these things he had to do daily. He often would collapse into bed at the end of the day, exhausted by the effort of it all knowing that he'd have just as big of a list of things to do tomorrow.
Animals loved Harold, though. He'd often be cleaning the windows and a mouse or the song birds would help him, depending on which side he was on. He'd often be doing the laundry and the squirrels would pen the clean clothes to the line. He'd often be painting the fence and a deer would take up another brush to help him. It was pretty corny when you thought about it. However, Harold wasn't about to knock it.
He found the news out on a Wednesday while doing the shopping.
The day started great until Harold saw what has since been dubbed “THE POSTER” in his mind. It was pasted to the wall of the grocery store in big bold letters, “BALL to FIND a WIFE for SAMUEL OUJINO!” The words “BALL FIND WIFE SAMUEL OUJINO” would draw just about everyone.
Harold often fantasized about the prince. It would be lovely to get out of his step-mother’s. Deciding to note the date and time he continued shopping. Unfortunately when he arrived back the note, sticking out of his jacket pocket was found by his disgusting step-sisters who immediately decided that he wouldn’t be going.
Harold worked hard making his outfit. He sowed everything from outfits that had been handed down to him. It wasn’t a surprise he was a cross dresser, since said items were mostly skirts and all of them were women’s clothes. He figured he’d sneak out and change at the library on the way. He was just heading to clean up dinner when he heard the orders that made his heart cry out.
“Thought you were going to the ball, little freak?” his step-sister sneered. “Well we are going, not you. You have to clean the windows.”
“But…but…but…” Harold tried to get out of it. He’d cleaned the windows already, he had already made his outfit, etc.
“Don’t question us,” his other step-sister said.
“But…but…but…” Harold was still trying to get his denial out of him.
Slap! Harold’s eyes widened as he fell to the ground looking up at the hand connected to his step-mother.
“You’ll stay, boy, or that will be the least of what you will have to put up with,” she said.
Harold got up and ran to his room only to find the outfit that he had worked so hard on to be in tatters.
“Why?”
“Don’t cry, Harold,” a voice said. Harold looked around until he saw a bubble land on the bed next to him. A nice looking woman wearing tight jean shorts, black leather go-go boots, and a pink baby tee with god-sister written across it in baby blue.
“Who are you?” Harold said.
“I’m Chrisa, you’re fairy god-sister,” she said.
“Fairy God-sister?”
“Every gay guy needs his one best girl friend and I’m that for you,” she said with a smile.
He blushed and said, “Why are you here?”
“To get you to that ball, Harry,” she said.
“But I can’t anymore,” he said. “They’ll hurt me if I go.”
“Well that’s where I come in,” she said. “First, put that dress of yours on and then come outside to the garden.”
He did as she asked and they headed to the garden. “Okay, you stand there,” she said pointing towards a clear space in the garden with a wand. She waved it and with out fan fare the dress repaired itself and got better. The once pink and blue outfit changed to a beautiful white ball gown with lacy frills and pink high-heels.
She pointed her wand at a mouse and a stick and turned them into a stretch limo with a chauffer. “Okay, now I know you’ve heard of Cinderella, correct?” Harold nodded. “Well, I’m less powerful than fairy godmothers are so you only have until ten o’clock,” the clock struck seven. “At ten the enchantments end, so you better get home by then. I’ll handle the cleaning,” she said and flicked her wand at the house making the windows sparkle. “Get going.”
Harold climbed into the limo and drove off to the ball.
The ball was in full swing by the time Harold arrived. He looked like a very pretty boy or a pretty masculine girl in his dress, but they saw him as a woman and let him in. The first thing that Harold noticed was that all the men were either dressed as women or with a date. He walked around the ballroom without a care until a hand touched his shoulder. “Care to dance?” it was Samuel Oujino. Blushing Harold nodded as he was swept up onto the dance floor by Samuel.
They danced for hours. It was on the balcony that Harold heard the clock begin to toll ten. “I have to go,” he said.
“Wait,” Samuel said catching him, “I don’t even know your name.”
“I’m sorry, but I have to go,” he broke free and ran, leaving a single shoe behind. Oujino chased after him, but got as far as the steps where he saw the shoe, inside was written “H.S.”
“Mother,” Samuel said the following day, “I have found the person of my dreams.”
“Oh really, who is she?”
Samuel grumbled under his breath before saying, “Not she, he.”
Mrs. Oujino blanched, “He?”
“Yes, I’m gay and should have said something earlier, but with all the pressure to marry a woman I thought you wouldn’t accept me, and I’m still not certain you will,” Samuel bit out.
“Oh,” she said dejectedly. She thought for a minute before brightening and said, “so, what’s his name?”
“I don’t know,” Samuel admitted, “but I have his shoe, it’s a pink stiletto with the letters ‘H.S.’ written inside.”
“His initials?” she said.
“I think so,” Samuel said. “Plus, no one else could ever have this sort of foot, it’s molded for a specific foot.”
“So we scour the country side looking for all young males bearing the initials ‘H.S.’ and try the shoe on them?”
“That would be my suggestion,” he said.
She rang a bell and a few minutes later she and her son were driving along the street looking for a young men with “H.S.” as their initials.
A day turned into two days and into three. Samuel was getting impatient, but wouldn’t give up. They finally reached the home of Martha Smith, the second wife of the late David Smith. Supposedly, David had a son through a first marriage and after his death the son was rumored to live here. Mrs. Oujino knocked on the door, which was answered by Harold who was wearing rags.
“How may I help you?” he said.
“Are you Harold Smith?” Mrs. Oujino asked.
“Yes, madam,” he said, opening the door wider so they could come in.
“Please sit down so my son can try a shoe on your foot,” Mrs. Oujino asked.
Harold did as he was asked and Samuel was about to try the shoe on Harold’s foot when Martha and the two step-sisters from hell entered the room.
“What’s going on here, boy?” Martha said sneering.
“Well,” Mrs. Oujino answered, “what was going on was nothing more than a test to see if the shoe fits. But what is going to happen is young Harold is going to come with us and my lawyers are going to run you through the ringer. Samuel, please continue.”
Samuel was about to when another pink shoe came out of Harold’s pocket. The two shoes matched perfectly and slid onto Harold’s feet as if they were made for them, which they were.
“Well, now’s that sorted out, let’s go,” Mrs. Oujino said. The now party of three left.
Several months later Harold and Samuel were wed legally (Mrs. Oujino threatened bodily harm to the government if they didn’t legalize gay marriage). Martha and her two daughters were put in prison for stealing, apparently all of David’s money was supposed to go to Harold, but being underage at the time he could not get it.
Over all Harold was quiet happy. He and Samuel adopted a boy and a girl and called each other Harry and Sam for the rest of their lives.
Summary: Samuel, the son of a very wealthy family need him to marry, however he likes none of the girls that they want him to marry so they think of an idea to have a ball. Cross-dressing takes place as guys and girls try to win the heart of the wealthy son.
Harold and Samuel
The Slash Tale of Cinderella
[/b]The Slash Tale of Cinderella
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"To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides."
--David Viscott How to Live with Another Person
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Samuel Oujino was the handsome half Japanese, half American son of a wealthy Japanese business man and his American wife. However, Samuel wasn't very happy, he was never called Sam or Sammy or anything other than Samuel, Master Samuel, Mister Oujino, or Oujino, except by his mother, who often called him prince.
Samuel's parents knew he was getting towards the age when he should marry and produce his heir as his father was getting sick and would soon leave the business to Samuel. They tried tirelessly to get Samuel to fall in love with a daughter of some other wealthy family, but Samuel showed no interest in any of the women presented to him as possible future brides.
This was because of something he never told his parents, something that was so obvious you would wonder how any one couldn't know. Samuel was a fashion freak, his favorite activity was shopping, he went clubbing late at night, and he detested a woman's touch, unless it was his mother or a touch of friendship. It was obvious, to anyone that bothered to look that Samuel was gay. In fact, it could be said he was "flaming." The only thing he didn't seem to have were the cliché stereotypical limp wrists and "valley girl" accent that it seemed the movies liked to show gays as having.
The maids knew, they'd found, on more than one occasion the evidence hidden between the mattress. The butlers knew, well at least the young ones who'd been the subjects of many of Samuel's drool moments. Half the gay community of the town knew. Hell, the girls that his parents tried to set him up with knew.
So it was much to his displeasure that his parents were falling on a last resort, a ball would be held to ensure Samuel's married some girl by the end of the year. He really should have told them.
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Harold Smith was never called Harry or Harold, hell only his teachers ever called him Mr. Smith. His usual names were freak, waste of space, boy, idiot, and slave, it was no wonder his moral was low. Harold's room was the attic and while a big room, it was sparsely decorated. His step-mother had plenty of money from his father as did his step-sisters, but when he wondered what happened to his inheritance he'd be told to clean the windows. He hated the windows.
There were 152 panes of glass in all the windows in the house and each one had to be cleaned inside and out before he'd be allowed a scrap of food for the night. He hated it. It would have been better if that was the only manual labor he had to do. No, he had to make the meals; wash the floors; vacuum; paint the shed, fence, and walls; wash the laundry; clean the cat boxes; make the beds; feed the animals; scrub the toilet; clean the grout; change the light bulbs; cut the grass; trim the bushes; etc. etc. etc.
Some of these things he had to do daily. He often would collapse into bed at the end of the day, exhausted by the effort of it all knowing that he'd have just as big of a list of things to do tomorrow.
Animals loved Harold, though. He'd often be cleaning the windows and a mouse or the song birds would help him, depending on which side he was on. He'd often be doing the laundry and the squirrels would pen the clean clothes to the line. He'd often be painting the fence and a deer would take up another brush to help him. It was pretty corny when you thought about it. However, Harold wasn't about to knock it.
He found the news out on a Wednesday while doing the shopping.
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The day started great until Harold saw what has since been dubbed “THE POSTER” in his mind. It was pasted to the wall of the grocery store in big bold letters, “BALL to FIND a WIFE for SAMUEL OUJINO!” The words “BALL FIND WIFE SAMUEL OUJINO” would draw just about everyone.
Harold often fantasized about the prince. It would be lovely to get out of his step-mother’s. Deciding to note the date and time he continued shopping. Unfortunately when he arrived back the note, sticking out of his jacket pocket was found by his disgusting step-sisters who immediately decided that he wouldn’t be going.
Harold worked hard making his outfit. He sowed everything from outfits that had been handed down to him. It wasn’t a surprise he was a cross dresser, since said items were mostly skirts and all of them were women’s clothes. He figured he’d sneak out and change at the library on the way. He was just heading to clean up dinner when he heard the orders that made his heart cry out.
“Thought you were going to the ball, little freak?” his step-sister sneered. “Well we are going, not you. You have to clean the windows.”
“But…but…but…” Harold tried to get out of it. He’d cleaned the windows already, he had already made his outfit, etc.
“Don’t question us,” his other step-sister said.
“But…but…but…” Harold was still trying to get his denial out of him.
Slap! Harold’s eyes widened as he fell to the ground looking up at the hand connected to his step-mother.
“You’ll stay, boy, or that will be the least of what you will have to put up with,” she said.
Harold got up and ran to his room only to find the outfit that he had worked so hard on to be in tatters.
“Why?”
“Don’t cry, Harold,” a voice said. Harold looked around until he saw a bubble land on the bed next to him. A nice looking woman wearing tight jean shorts, black leather go-go boots, and a pink baby tee with god-sister written across it in baby blue.
“Who are you?” Harold said.
“I’m Chrisa, you’re fairy god-sister,” she said.
“Fairy God-sister?”
“Every gay guy needs his one best girl friend and I’m that for you,” she said with a smile.
He blushed and said, “Why are you here?”
“To get you to that ball, Harry,” she said.
“But I can’t anymore,” he said. “They’ll hurt me if I go.”
“Well that’s where I come in,” she said. “First, put that dress of yours on and then come outside to the garden.”
He did as she asked and they headed to the garden. “Okay, you stand there,” she said pointing towards a clear space in the garden with a wand. She waved it and with out fan fare the dress repaired itself and got better. The once pink and blue outfit changed to a beautiful white ball gown with lacy frills and pink high-heels.
She pointed her wand at a mouse and a stick and turned them into a stretch limo with a chauffer. “Okay, now I know you’ve heard of Cinderella, correct?” Harold nodded. “Well, I’m less powerful than fairy godmothers are so you only have until ten o’clock,” the clock struck seven. “At ten the enchantments end, so you better get home by then. I’ll handle the cleaning,” she said and flicked her wand at the house making the windows sparkle. “Get going.”
Harold climbed into the limo and drove off to the ball.
The ball was in full swing by the time Harold arrived. He looked like a very pretty boy or a pretty masculine girl in his dress, but they saw him as a woman and let him in. The first thing that Harold noticed was that all the men were either dressed as women or with a date. He walked around the ballroom without a care until a hand touched his shoulder. “Care to dance?” it was Samuel Oujino. Blushing Harold nodded as he was swept up onto the dance floor by Samuel.
They danced for hours. It was on the balcony that Harold heard the clock begin to toll ten. “I have to go,” he said.
“Wait,” Samuel said catching him, “I don’t even know your name.”
“I’m sorry, but I have to go,” he broke free and ran, leaving a single shoe behind. Oujino chased after him, but got as far as the steps where he saw the shoe, inside was written “H.S.”
“Mother,” Samuel said the following day, “I have found the person of my dreams.”
“Oh really, who is she?”
Samuel grumbled under his breath before saying, “Not she, he.”
Mrs. Oujino blanched, “He?”
“Yes, I’m gay and should have said something earlier, but with all the pressure to marry a woman I thought you wouldn’t accept me, and I’m still not certain you will,” Samuel bit out.
“Oh,” she said dejectedly. She thought for a minute before brightening and said, “so, what’s his name?”
“I don’t know,” Samuel admitted, “but I have his shoe, it’s a pink stiletto with the letters ‘H.S.’ written inside.”
“His initials?” she said.
“I think so,” Samuel said. “Plus, no one else could ever have this sort of foot, it’s molded for a specific foot.”
“So we scour the country side looking for all young males bearing the initials ‘H.S.’ and try the shoe on them?”
“That would be my suggestion,” he said.
She rang a bell and a few minutes later she and her son were driving along the street looking for a young men with “H.S.” as their initials.
A day turned into two days and into three. Samuel was getting impatient, but wouldn’t give up. They finally reached the home of Martha Smith, the second wife of the late David Smith. Supposedly, David had a son through a first marriage and after his death the son was rumored to live here. Mrs. Oujino knocked on the door, which was answered by Harold who was wearing rags.
“How may I help you?” he said.
“Are you Harold Smith?” Mrs. Oujino asked.
“Yes, madam,” he said, opening the door wider so they could come in.
“Please sit down so my son can try a shoe on your foot,” Mrs. Oujino asked.
Harold did as he was asked and Samuel was about to try the shoe on Harold’s foot when Martha and the two step-sisters from hell entered the room.
“What’s going on here, boy?” Martha said sneering.
“Well,” Mrs. Oujino answered, “what was going on was nothing more than a test to see if the shoe fits. But what is going to happen is young Harold is going to come with us and my lawyers are going to run you through the ringer. Samuel, please continue.”
Samuel was about to when another pink shoe came out of Harold’s pocket. The two shoes matched perfectly and slid onto Harold’s feet as if they were made for them, which they were.
“Well, now’s that sorted out, let’s go,” Mrs. Oujino said. The now party of three left.
Several months later Harold and Samuel were wed legally (Mrs. Oujino threatened bodily harm to the government if they didn’t legalize gay marriage). Martha and her two daughters were put in prison for stealing, apparently all of David’s money was supposed to go to Harold, but being underage at the time he could not get it.
Over all Harold was quiet happy. He and Samuel adopted a boy and a girl and called each other Harry and Sam for the rest of their lives.
