Author's Note: Okay, guys. This is AU because it's G!PBrittany but in this world, it's completely normal for a woman to have a penis. If any of you don't like that kind of thing then please don't read this. I was reading a few G!P fics and I thought I'd try one myself. This is the first time I've tried something like this so please be nice. And Artie can walk in this story. Also, this is purely fiction so if I make any mistakes with venues or places or whatever, then those mistakes aren't mistakes, they're things I made up because I don't know anything.

Okay, enjoy..

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Chapter One

Red. Orange. Yellow. Green. Blue. Indigo. Violet.

The colors of the rainbow. The colors that Brittany got when she was 6 years old in the form of paint, along with an easel and some painting boards. She was ecstatic when she'd opened her present and seen what she'd gotten. Her smile was practically splitting her face as she pulled out the tubs of paint, one right after the other. Her beautiful blonde locks were tied in pigtails on either side of her head. She jumped up and down as she took out her paintbrushes.

"Mommy, can I paint now?" Brittany asked, her adorable smile still present on her face. Her cheeks were as rosy as ever as her blue eyes sparkled in the sun. She had on her favorite orange sneakers and her bright blue socks, along with her knee length, green sun dress and her Dora The Explorer watch.

"Of course, Bug, why don't we go set up your stuff in the tree house, yeah?" said her mother, Jennifer, as she put down the pitcher of lemonade she'd been carrying and walked over to her 6 year old. Brittany nodded frantically as her mother chuckled while picking up the easel and paint boards, letting Brittany carry the paint and paint brushes, her arms full as she sprinted toward the tree house, "Slow down, Bug, you might hurt yourself."

Bug has been Brittany's nickname since she was 1 year old. She'd been practicing her walking as she waddled around the living room with her toy unicorn and saw a bug in the corner of the room, "Bug." she'd said, making her mother and father jump in surprise at their daughters first word. Since that moment, the whole family's called her Bug.

"I not gonna fall, mommy, I got it." said Brittany, stopping at the ladder and putting her paints and brushes in the basket that hung on a rope from the tree. She giggled as she quickly climbed up the ladder, getting to the top and pulling on the rope to retrieve her paints, "Mommy! How's you gonna get the other stuff up? Can you climb and carry at the same time?"

"Don't worry, Bug, I'll be fine." said her mother, smiling at her daughters worry for her new painting gear.

"Is you sure? Do you wants me to ask daddy to help?" asked Brittany, sitting at the top, dangling her legs off the edge as she hung on to a branch with a big smile planted on her face. She was missing two teeth. One at the bottom left and one at the top in the middle.

"Daddy's busy barbecuing, Bug. I'll be okay, don't worry." said Jennifer, beginning to climb up the ladder, easel and paint boards in hand.

"Is not you I worried abouts mommy." said Brittany, giggling with a cheeky look in her eye. Her mother chuckled and shook her head, finally reaching the top, lifting up the easel and paint boards and placing them on the wood of the tree house, "Mommy, you mades it!"

"I sure did, Bug." said Jennifer, climbing up and into the tree house, picking up the easel and paint boards and setting them up next to Brittany's toy oven, "Is over here okay, Bug? You want your painting stuff somewhere else?"

"Um... Lets me thinks." said Brittany, tapping her little chin with her finger as she looked at the placing of her easel, "Cans you please move it over to next to the door?"

"Sure thing, Bug." said Jennifer, lifting the mini-easel and placing it by the dark blue door of the tree house. Brittany had painted that door with her dad, Skip. They'd made it together when she was 4 and she'd had so much fun helping her dad paint the walls and the door that she'd even started on the floor, only to have her dad stop her, telling her that he didn't want her to get paint all over her feet.

"Thanks mommy. It looks good over there." said Brittany, putting out her arms and spreading her fingers, signaling she wanted a hug. Jennifer smiled and picked her up, spinning her around and peppering her tiny little cheeks with kisses, "Mommy! That tickles!"

"Okay, Bug. We'll call you when the food's ready, okay? You have fun up here. Just try not to make a mess, yeah? Put on your apron so you don't get paint stains on your dress, okay?" said Jennifer, putting her daughter down and kissing her head.

"Okay, mommy. Thanks for your help. You cans go back down now. I be okay." said Brittany, tying her red apron around her waist and picking up a paintbrush, staring at it for a while until looking at her mom.

"You need a cup of water?" asked Jennifer.

"Uh-huh." said Brittany.

"Okey dokey, Bug. I'll be right back." said Jennifer, making her way to the slide, grabbing a pillow and sliding down. While Jennifer got a cup of water for Brittany, her daughter was busying herself opening her tubs of paint and putting them in a neat row. She put them in order too. Brittany Order. So, she put the colors together that she thought belonged next to each other. And her sequence was this:

Red. Orange. Yellow. Green. Blue. Indigo. Violet.

The colors of the rainbow. The colors that Brittany put next to each other on the very first day of her painting career.

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"You have a beautiful smile." said Brittany, sitting in the park with her painting gear, smiling as she carefully painted a portrait of a little girl who was sitting opposite her.

"Thank you." said the little red head. Brittany nodded and finished off the girl's freckles.

"And... Done." said Brittany, "Do you wanna keep it?"

"Yeah! I has 5 cents." said the red head, making Brittany chuckle.

"Don't worry about it, sweetie. You get it for free." said Brittany, picking up the painting and handing it to the girl who's eyeballs widened when she saw the painting.

"Whoa! That looks just like me!" she exclaimed. Brittany nodded, "How'd you do that?"

"I've had a lot of practice. I've been painting since I was 6 years old."

"Whoa! How old is you now?" the girl asked.

"I'm 23 now." said Brittany with a smile. The girl gave Brittany a big grin before giving her a hug.

"Thanks for the painting, lady. Is really good."

"No problem, sweetie. You have a good day, yeah?" said Brittany. The girl nodded and ran away to her mom, painting in hand and a smile on her face.

Brittany chuckled and shook her head, before starting to pack away her stuff. A few seconds after she'd put all the lids back on her tubs of paint, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned and smiled.

"Hey Puck." she said, giving her best friend a high five and a fist bump before continuing to pack away her gear.

"Yo," said Puck, helping Brittany pack away her easel, "So, Pierce, you coming to Chang's club opening tonight?"

"Yeah, of course." said Brittany, putting her stuff in her painting bag and slinging it over her shoulder, "But I have to stop by my parents place first."

"Why?" asked Puck.

"I have to pay my mom back."

"For what?" asked Puck.

"She lent me a couple bucks to buy a new easel. My last one broke and I'd already used most of my painting money on rent." said Brittany before stopping dead in her tracks and putting her arm in front of Puck, to stop him.

"What?" he asked.

"There she is." said Brittany, looking at a blonde and a brunette a few meters away. Puck looked in the direction that Brittany was looking in and smirked.

"Is she that girl that you've been chattering away about for the past couple months?" Puck asked.

"Yeah," Brittany said in a breathy voice, "Isn't she gorgeous?"

"She's hot, that's for sure." said Puck. The both of them watched as the brunette smiled at a little boy that looked about 3, running up to her with a flower. She bent down and picked him up, spinning him around before pecking his cheek, "But she has a kid... Not hot."

"Puck, you have a kid." said Brittany, pulling her attention away from the girl and looking at Puck.

"Yeah... But, my kid gets me girls." he said. Brittany rolled her eyes and began walking again, Puck following as they passed the brunette and the boy.

"Okay, we've gotta go to my parents place now and then we'll go back to my apartment to get ready." said Brittany, putting her painting bag in the trunk of her car. Puck nodded and opened the passenger door, climbing in and buckling up.

Brittany and Puck had met when they were 9. They met when Puck moved into the same neighborhood that Brittany was living in. Puck had kicked his football into Brittany's tree house while she was painting, causing her to become livid. She angrily grabbed Puck's football and slid down the slide, marching over to the mow-hawked boy and throwing his ball at him.

"I was trying to paint. Can't you go to the park to play with your stupid tennis ball?" asked Brittany with an annoyed tone in her voice.

"Jeez, calm down. And it's a football, by the way, not a tennis ball." said Puck, rolling his eyes and putting the ball under his arm.

"Whatever, idiot. Just don't kick your ball into my tree house. It's annoying." Brittany said, folding her arms over her chest and glaring at Puck.

"I'm Noah. But my friends call me Puck... You can call me Puck." said the boy, making Brittany unfold her arms and sigh.

"I'm Brittany. But my friends call me Brittany... So, you can call me Brittany." she said, sticking out her hand to shake his.

"It's nice to meet you, Brittany." he said, shaking her hand with a smile on his face.

Brittany nodded and smiled.

"You too. Now, I'm gonna go finish painting. But, you can come over to my house tomorrow for cookies." said Brittany, her anger fading away as she realized that she'd just made a new friend.

"Cool! I'll see you tomorrow then, Brittany. Have fun painting." said Puck before turning around and running into his house. Brittany smiled and turned, walking over to her tree house and climbing up the ladder to continue painting with a smile on her face.

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As soon as Brittany had turned on the shower in her bathroom, she began to take her clothes off. She stood naked in front of her full body mirror and looked at herself while the water of the shower fell out of the shower head. Brittany looked at her crotch and smiled slightly. She was proud of what she had down south.

Brittany had always had a penis, from the day she was born. She's always wondered what it'd feel like to have a vagina like some girls do but she likes her penis. It makes her feel confident.

She ran her fingers over it and stopped at the tip. Thoughts of the fact that she was a virgin started to swarm in her head. She was okay with being a virgin. She'd always wanted to wait to have sex until she was married. She wanted to be in love first. It's called making love, isn't it? Maybe she's old fashioned but she says that, that means that you do it with someone you love. Like, when she's married and she's ready to take that love and turn it into a baby. That's the way she sees it. But, she's never even been in love with anyone. She's been in relationships before but... She was never in love.

She sighed and climbed into the shower, washing herself and washing her hair before getting out and drying herself off. She got out a pair of black skinny jeans, her favorite sneakers, a black spaghetti strap top and a blue jacket. After getting dressed, she straightened her hair and put on some light make-up before making her way into the living room.

"Puckerman, let's go." she said, walking past the couch and out the front door. Puck jumped up and followed Brittany, closing the door behind him and running after her.

"So, did you bring condoms?" he asked as Brittany unlocked her car. She rolled her eyes as the two of them got in.

"No, Puck." she said, starting the car.

"So... You're still set on that whole 'not gonna fuck a girl until I'm married' thing?" asked Puck, buckling up as Brittany pulled out of her driveway.

"Jesus, Puck. Why do you have to say it like that?" asked Brittany, putting her car in gear and driving toward Mike Chang's new club, "I'm not going to go around fucking girls when I'm married. I'm only going to be sleeping with one girl and that girl will be my wife."

"Pierce, you have to get out there. You have to know what it's like to sleep with a bunch of girls before you find the person you're supposed to be with. Sleeping with one girl your entire life is lame." said Puck. Brittany sighed.

"Look, Puck, sex is a big deal to me and I don't want to lose my virginity to a girl that I don't care about. I want my first time to be with somebody I'm in love with." Brittany said, making a left.

"Why do you have to be so emotional and crap?"

"Shut up. Just, shut up."

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"Puckerman! Pierce! Yo, I'll get you a few drinks. On the house." said Mike from behind the bar. Brittany smiled and hopped up on a bar stool.

"Mike, this place looks great." said Puck, sitting next to Brittany.

"Thanks Puck. We worked really hard on it. I'm surprised that so many people showed up." said Mike.

"You shouldn't be. It looks amazing. I love this music." said Brittany as Mike gave her and Puck a beer.

"I know, huh? Artie's the DJ." said Mike, nodding toward the DJ table. Brittany chuckled at how Artie was bobbing his head along with the beat.

"It's awesome." said Puck, "I'm gonna go talk to some pretty ladies." Brittany rolled her eyes and nodded, watching as Puck made his way to the dance floor.

"How's the painting been going?" asked Mike, wiping the counter before leaning against it. Brittany smiled.

"It's good. I'm having a lot of fun with it but I kinda need to get a temporary job until I can figure out how to make actual money out of my paintings. I mean, I love painting but I need to pay rent." said Brittany.

"Well, you can draw, right?" asked Mike.

"Yeah, why?" asked Brittany after taking a sip of her beer.

"Well, there's a job opening at Tina's tattoo parlor. She needs another artist. It's really good pay too. I don't know, you might enjoy it." said Mike, pushing a drink across the bar to a customer while still talking to Brittany.

"Really?" asked Brittany becoming interested.

"Yeah. I can tell Tina you'd like the job. She's one of your best friends, I'm sure she'd give it to you." said Mike.

"Yeah, that'd be great, Mike. Thanks." said Brittany.

"Sure. Done." said Mike. Brittany smiled and took a sip of her beer before a very drunk Rachel Berry practically fell on top of her.

"Um... Hey, Rach." said Brittany.

"Hey, Britt!" Rachel exclaimed, taking a sip of her drink, "God, you are so sexy!" she said, licking Brittany's neck.

"Uh... Thanks." said Brittany, awkwardly.

"Does you wanna get outta here?" asked Rachel, with a slur in her tone.

"How much did Puck pay you to say that?" asked Brittany causing Rachel to roll her eyes and sit next to her.

"100 bucks." said Rachel.

"You're not even drunk, are you?" asked Brittany.

"Nope. This is a virgin margarita." said Rachel. Brittany chuckled and shook her head.

"God, I don't understand why he can't just drop it." said Brittany, finishing her beer, "Mike, can I get another one?"

"Coming right up." said Mike, grabbing another beer out of the fridge for Brittany.

"Thanks." said Brittany, taking it from him, "I mean, I wanna have sex when I'm married, why can't he just accept that?"

"Because he's Puck. And you're his best friend." said Rachel, "He just wants you to experience everything, I guess. He wants you to know what it's like to have sex before you settle down and spend the rest of your life with one girl. He wants you to be able to experience sex with a variety of women. Not just one. And, this is just what I think, it'd probably be good for you."

"...Maybe." said Brittany, a thoughtful look taking over her face, "I guess I could have sex before I get married but... I'd want to be in a relationship with the person I have sex with. I'm not gonna have any one night stands. That's not me."

"Really? You'd actually be opening to having sex before marriage?" asked Rachel, Brittany nodded, "That's great. I can actually set you up with someone."

"Yeah?" asked Brittany.

"Yeah." said Rachel.

"Great. Who?" asked Brittany.

"Well, I work with her at the theater. She's a director and a writer. She's brilliant. I think you'd really like her too. She's gorgeous. Dark hair, dark eyes. Her name's Santana. Should I set it up?" asked Rachel.

"Sure." said Brittany, taking a sip of her beer.

"Great!" Rachel squealed, "How's Saturday? Lunch?"

"Okay. I'm not busy." said Brittany.

"Yay, okay, it's a date then." said Rachel excitedly, clapping as she texted someone frantically.

"Are you sure that's a virgin margarita?" asked Brittany, earning a glare from Rachel.

"Yes. Are you sure you're a virgin margarita?" asked Rachel. Brittany frowned.

"What?" she asked.

"I don't know." said Rachel, rolling her eyes as Brittany laughed.

"Mike, can I get another beer? I plan on getting hammered tonight." said Brittany, downing the rest of her beer.

"Sure thing."

"99 bottles of beer on the wall, 99 bottles of beer, if one gets knocked over and happens to fall there's 98 bottles of beer on the wall. 98 bottles of beer on the wall, 98 bottles of beer.."

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Author's Note: My first fic, so please review. Stuff will start happening in the next few chapters. I just have to get the story started. :)