Original work :D

For about a year or so, I've been working on developing my own original story. c: It's about a transgender Prince. I think it takes place in an alternate universe. Not compleeeeetely sure yet; I'm still working out all the bugs in it. |D I'd love to get some opinions on it! Here's a preview of what I have so far. x)

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Furo looked over himself in the elegant full-length mirror hanging on his wall. He wasn't too pleased with the boy staring back at him through the reflective glass. Reaching a rather tall height of almost six feet, Furo came off as pretty awkward in appearance. Lanky long arms dangled at his side, each hand possessing five long and slightly bony fingers. Gentle red eyes continued to scan over the boy in the mirror as Furo continued to mentally note all the flaws in his appearance. Like his arms, the Prince's legs were a bit too long as well. Attached to those were a set of rather clumsy large feet which were constantly tripping over things. Furo's eyes darted back up to his waist. It was thin and slender like the rest of the boy's midriff; almost giving off a look of feminine curves. With a sigh, Furo's eyes met the pair glaring back at him in the glass.

This was a daily routine for the Prince. Furo hated almost everything about his appearance. But the one thing that he despised the most was his chest. A hand wandered up to his neck, and began unbuttoning the plain white shirt. Once all the buttons were undone, the shirt slid off Furo's shoulders and fell to the ground softly. Over his chest were flesh colored bandages wrapped tightly, secured by a sturdy and simple safety pin. After opening the pin, the bandage unraveled itself and fell to the floor on top of the disregarded shirt. Seeing himself exposed like this was always upsetting. Furo was completely disgusted by the sight reflected to him, yet he refused to look away.

Red locked with red and held a steady gaze.

'Look at yourself. Aren't you terribly ashamed? Why can't you be better?!'

“...I'm...sorry...” the Prince muttered bitterly. The promise of rain was inevitable.

' 'I'm sorry?' That's the best you can say? Fool! Saying sorry won't help the matter. Words are meaningless unless you back them up with your actions. But you've done nothing to change yourself.'

“...I know.”

The Prince's face was a mess. His usually sharp eyes puffed up as a few more shiny tears found their path down his cheeks. They lingered near his chin for a few seconds before letting go and crashing to the ground.

'Don't you want to be accepted? To be loved? Because right now, there's nobody who does. No one. Not your father. Not your servants. Not your subjects.

'In fact, your mother probably didn't even love you. Why would she love the child who made her terribly ill? It's your fault she died. You killed her. Murderer!

Furo broke the gaze. He couldn't bear to look into the eyes ridiculing him, especially since those eyes were his own. It was far too painful to keep.

“...” There was no response from the Prince. But that didn't stop his duplicate from continuing.

'Disgusting: that's what you are. And don't ever dare to forget it! You'll never rule over the Kingdom you love so much properly. How could you? You're not a proper Prince and will never be one, no matter how hard you wish for it.' With that last statement, the voice faded away and left Furo as a sobbing, shaking mess on the floor.

“...I'm right... There has to be a way to fix myself, even if it's only by a little bit...”

The red orbs frantically darted from place to place in the mirror and eventually settled on his upper exposed skin. His breasts were large; significantly larger than many of the servant girls living in the castle.

[insert more stuff here ;u]

Furo took his silver crown off it's usual spot on his head, and flung it at the mirror with as much force he could muster. The fragile glass immediately shattered, along with the image of himself. A small, twisted smile was found on the Prince's face as he watched himself break into dozens of pieces. On an impulse, Furo grabbed a particularly sharp piece of himself.

“I'll start by doing this...”

With the long piece of broken glass, the Prince made one long slash on his chest. The soft, supple skin of his breast tore easily from the point and soon blossomed into an explosion of deep crimson. Warm blood oozed out of the gash slowly as another cut was made.

Then another. And another. And another.

The cuts where long and deep, reaching [insert more stuff here ;u]

Furo's hands were slick with the slippery liquid. He let the shard of his broken self slide to the floor. As soon as it made an impact with the cool, tiled floor, it shattered into hundreds of smaller pieces; forever shattered beyond the hopes of repair.

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So yeah! It still needs a lot of tweaking, but I'm really happy and proud of this. ^u^
The main idea of this was actually based off the username 'Prince Furo' which I've been known as for a few years. ;o Once it's completed I may change his name, but for now my mind won't let me call him anything else. ;u;

I'm not too happy with the whole conversation thingy with himself, but I'd rather finish other stuff and then come back to fix it. :B

Once the story is completed, my girlfriend and I hope to turn it into a webcomic. C:

Opinions from you guys would be very awesome!