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Schuyler near dies when she realises who her celebrity DJ is...
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Just before the end of the night, I got up on stage and grabbed a microphone.
“Guys, um, hey. I know most of you are thinking of coming to my party afterwards. And to those of you who didn’t RSVP, you can come see me as soon as I finish my speech. Now, I have the names of all of my guests, and if you’re not on it, my bouncer will deny you access. If you attempt to get in again. The police will be called. Everyone who’s coming, you can go home and change if you’d like, or you can stay as you are. I’m getting changed, if that helps. There’s heaps of space for you guys to sleep the night as well, if need be. Any questions?” I said, really excited for my party.
“Yeah! Is there any booze?” yelled a guy from the back, who I’d never seen before and who was not invited.
“Of course not! We’re not yet 21!” There was going to be booze. Everyone knew that. I couldn’t say that in front of the thirty or so teachers in the room, though.
No one else asked any questions, so I stepped down and was swamped by fifty or so people, asking to come. If I knew their name, they could come. If I didn’t know them, I put them on the other list, so that Sveinn, my bouncer, knew that if he was asked to let them in, he knew to keep an eye on them.
Half an hour later, there were about five hundred teenagers in my back yard, and almost double that out the front, waiting to be let through. I still hadn’t gone downstairs yet. I was ready though. I stood in front of my full length mirror, admiring every aspect of my outfit.
My hair was down, still curled, although I had to get Julie to re-curl it. Instead of going down to my hips, since it was curled, my hair was at my shoulder blades. I was kind of going for a Regina George look to be honest.
I had this amazing pink corset, with a white outlining. My ears were fluffy white, with pink on the outside. You couldn’t the head band though; it was a really strong plastic. I was black boy leg panties, with a massive fluffy white tail on the back. And then there was the black fishnets and the same shoes I wore to Homecoming. No-one saw the shoes, so I can be a shoe-repeater.
“I think I’m ready now, Julie. How do I look?” I asked, looking at my butt-cheeks, which were hanging out of the boy leg panties. Oh well, it’s the same as the denim shorts that girls wear around in public. I’m only wearing this to a party.
“You look wonderful. Go get them girl!” she said, as I bounced out of the room.
My parents got the DJ to play ‘I’m Still Hot’ by Luciana as I walked down the hot pink carpet to the deck. It was massive, as big as the school gym that the Homecoming dance was in, and that was spacious. I looked over at the DJ. I knew him from somewhere. I went over to him, to say thank you.
“Hey, thanks for being an awesome DJ for me. Really.”
He lifted his head. It was the DJ from Homecoming, the ranga one.
“It’s okay, but I’m not the DJ. I’m his brother, he’s just running late. I’m Adam Anderson.” He said, holding his hand out for me to shake. I just stood there, confused. Anderson?
“Hey, Adam! Thanks for doing this for me. Sorry I’m late.” Called a guy, running over to the booth.
“Schuyler! Um, surprise!”
Oh. My. God!
My mystery DJ wasn’t the ranga. It was Mr Anderson!
“Hey Mr Anderson. I didn’t know you DJ’d!”
“Please Skye, tonight, call me Declan. Or DJ Dex. Happy birthday, your Majesty!” he said, as he gave me a quick hug.
I walked away, still shocked.
“How about a dance for our Queen, the birthday girl?”
I danced the night away.
“Guys, um, hey. I know most of you are thinking of coming to my party afterwards. And to those of you who didn’t RSVP, you can come see me as soon as I finish my speech. Now, I have the names of all of my guests, and if you’re not on it, my bouncer will deny you access. If you attempt to get in again. The police will be called. Everyone who’s coming, you can go home and change if you’d like, or you can stay as you are. I’m getting changed, if that helps. There’s heaps of space for you guys to sleep the night as well, if need be. Any questions?” I said, really excited for my party.
“Yeah! Is there any booze?” yelled a guy from the back, who I’d never seen before and who was not invited.
“Of course not! We’re not yet 21!” There was going to be booze. Everyone knew that. I couldn’t say that in front of the thirty or so teachers in the room, though.
No one else asked any questions, so I stepped down and was swamped by fifty or so people, asking to come. If I knew their name, they could come. If I didn’t know them, I put them on the other list, so that Sveinn, my bouncer, knew that if he was asked to let them in, he knew to keep an eye on them.
Half an hour later, there were about five hundred teenagers in my back yard, and almost double that out the front, waiting to be let through. I still hadn’t gone downstairs yet. I was ready though. I stood in front of my full length mirror, admiring every aspect of my outfit.
My hair was down, still curled, although I had to get Julie to re-curl it. Instead of going down to my hips, since it was curled, my hair was at my shoulder blades. I was kind of going for a Regina George look to be honest.
I had this amazing pink corset, with a white outlining. My ears were fluffy white, with pink on the outside. You couldn’t the head band though; it was a really strong plastic. I was black boy leg panties, with a massive fluffy white tail on the back. And then there was the black fishnets and the same shoes I wore to Homecoming. No-one saw the shoes, so I can be a shoe-repeater.
“I think I’m ready now, Julie. How do I look?” I asked, looking at my butt-cheeks, which were hanging out of the boy leg panties. Oh well, it’s the same as the denim shorts that girls wear around in public. I’m only wearing this to a party.
“You look wonderful. Go get them girl!” she said, as I bounced out of the room.
My parents got the DJ to play ‘I’m Still Hot’ by Luciana as I walked down the hot pink carpet to the deck. It was massive, as big as the school gym that the Homecoming dance was in, and that was spacious. I looked over at the DJ. I knew him from somewhere. I went over to him, to say thank you.
“Hey, thanks for being an awesome DJ for me. Really.”
He lifted his head. It was the DJ from Homecoming, the ranga one.
“It’s okay, but I’m not the DJ. I’m his brother, he’s just running late. I’m Adam Anderson.” He said, holding his hand out for me to shake. I just stood there, confused. Anderson?
“Hey, Adam! Thanks for doing this for me. Sorry I’m late.” Called a guy, running over to the booth.
“Schuyler! Um, surprise!”
Oh. My. God!
My mystery DJ wasn’t the ranga. It was Mr Anderson!
“Hey Mr Anderson. I didn’t know you DJ’d!”
“Please Skye, tonight, call me Declan. Or DJ Dex. Happy birthday, your Majesty!” he said, as he gave me a quick hug.
I walked away, still shocked.
“How about a dance for our Queen, the birthday girl?”
I danced the night away.
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