04-18-2017, 03:49 AM
Dillan Chives was was just a quiet, lean boy. Though he would like to consider himself a man, the one chest hair and little stubble said otherwise. He was physically weak and highly sensitive individual. His parents often moved around a lot, but with this being the middle of sophmore year of high school, he hopes to last until graduation. He was going to be sixteen in a couple of days; this was around the time most teens begin to show their second sex.
"Ugh...," he says as he hears his alarm beep.
In its attempt to wake him up, he shuts the alarm off but keeps himself in bed. He looks up at the ceiling contemplating his school year. Nevertheless, he gets up to take a quick shower and get ready for school. As he walks into the bathroom, the floor is surprisingly cold. Quickly making his way to the tub, he adjusts the water's temperature to be warm. He can't stand the water being too hot or cold; it has to be just right.
"Ah," he sighs in relaxation.
Begining to wash his body, he starts to feel a flutter in his stomach. Lightly touching his abdomen, he begins to wonder. What will he be? An omega? Beta? Alpha? That last one was probably a stretch. How could he be an alpha? He was the scrawniest of all his siblings, as if he was the runt of the little. Withal, his father always anticipated he'd be a beta, but he was hoping for there being a chance of being an beta.
Though it was possible for all betas to bear children, they were less fertile. Omegas were highly fertile, but they usually are taken advantage of as a result. Alphas are dominant, and their chances to be bearers is incredibly low though not impossible.
Pulling his hand away from his stomach, he continues with his shower. Off to brush his teeth and get changed, he puts on his glasses as he lost his contacts during the move. Getting a good look at his face, he notices his small yet plump, supple lips, freckles, and kind, olive eyes. Though he obtains a nice facial structure, he absolutely hate his freckles, and his glasses don't make him feel any better. His first day at school, and he has the appearance of being too "cluttered" or "busy." Messing with his brown, curly locks, he sighs and walks down for breakfast.
"Ugh...," he says as he hears his alarm beep.
In its attempt to wake him up, he shuts the alarm off but keeps himself in bed. He looks up at the ceiling contemplating his school year. Nevertheless, he gets up to take a quick shower and get ready for school. As he walks into the bathroom, the floor is surprisingly cold. Quickly making his way to the tub, he adjusts the water's temperature to be warm. He can't stand the water being too hot or cold; it has to be just right.
"Ah," he sighs in relaxation.
Begining to wash his body, he starts to feel a flutter in his stomach. Lightly touching his abdomen, he begins to wonder. What will he be? An omega? Beta? Alpha? That last one was probably a stretch. How could he be an alpha? He was the scrawniest of all his siblings, as if he was the runt of the little. Withal, his father always anticipated he'd be a beta, but he was hoping for there being a chance of being an beta.
Though it was possible for all betas to bear children, they were less fertile. Omegas were highly fertile, but they usually are taken advantage of as a result. Alphas are dominant, and their chances to be bearers is incredibly low though not impossible.
Pulling his hand away from his stomach, he continues with his shower. Off to brush his teeth and get changed, he puts on his glasses as he lost his contacts during the move. Getting a good look at his face, he notices his small yet plump, supple lips, freckles, and kind, olive eyes. Though he obtains a nice facial structure, he absolutely hate his freckles, and his glasses don't make him feel any better. His first day at school, and he has the appearance of being too "cluttered" or "busy." Messing with his brown, curly locks, he sighs and walks down for breakfast.