This is my first attempt at a fan fiction. It's rated M for mature content. Sexual situations and language. I do not own Beetlejuice.

I'm trying to be as original as possible and by doing so I have gotten rid of the magical and supernatural aspects. Please don't hate me for that. I promise this story will be finished someday, but I do live a busy life outside of here.

If you are homophobic, against transgender, or cross-dressing this might not be story for you.

thank you and I hope you all find it refreshing and imaginative.

Chapter 1

Muddy jeans

The post-it read: "

N, hope your finals went well.

Your dad and I need you to help out

in the shop this weekend. We need

the extra hands. See you after close.

Love, Babs and Adam

'God sometimes you guys can be so dense.' Nathan stormed out of the door of his parent's house. His father wanted him to help out with the hardware store.

"Christ! They believe I can be caged up in that boring ass store. Tell me how to live my life, god go fuck yourselves!"He cursed to all but his own ears. Nathan was carrying out a large duffle bag full of the clothes for weekend. It was bulky and slightly oblong, with a wig sticking out of the opening at one end. He laughed to himself. To him he looked like he was shoving a dead body in the trunk of the Doomster. Nathan turned the bag on its side, and a blond wig fell out into the mud.

"Fuck! My best wig" Nathan quickly rubbed the mud out and onto his old favorite pair of striped pants. He was in a hurry. He didn't want Adam, and Babs to catch him skipping out on work this weekend. He skipped out on helping at his parent's hardware store every weekend for the last semester. They just wanted to control his life. People change. He wasn't a kid anymore. Nathan finally got the trunk to accommodate his duffle bag. It was pretty amazing that the old Doomster could fit a full-sized dress form and a whole weekend wardrobe for the show. When Nathan was a kid he used to love helping his dad arrange nuts and bolts in the shop. They once even built a replica of the town together. They displayed it in the hardware shop window. During the holidays they would decorate the town with handmade decorations that him and Adam built together. The town would visit the shop to just look at the latest additions to the town model. However, The town started to find it creepy when they replicated the towns big events. Maybe it was because they were a small town, with close minded ideals. He thought it would attract more visitors if he added new buildings, for sale signs, just small events in the town. Every morning he'd read through the towns paper to see if he could add something new. Eventually he found the obituaries fascinating and added the graveyard just on the outskirts of the town. He thought he was just paying his respect to the town by mentioning the recently deceased, but the small town didn't see it that way. Jane Butterfield a her possy of concerned moms came to talk to Adam about the creepy town display. After that Nathan had to move the model up into the attic. That's when he stopped enjoying showing up sat the shop.

Nathan and the Doomster entered the freeway. He was so lost in thought he hardly noticed the graveyard passing by.

Hell, he thought, he even used to enjoyed helping that old twat, Jane Butterfield. She would come by the shop and hire Nathan to be her handy man. Got the nickname Beetleman from her gigs. It wasn't a bad gig; sure helped him get some money to buy the Doomster. The worst part was the exterminations. He hated the chemicals. If he was honest to himself he felt bad for the bugs most of all, but he had a reputation to keep so he fumigated the place...after he pocketed as many beetles, roaches, and ants he could find. He would release them out by the cemetery just on the outskirts of town.

Nathan's thoughts wondered. That's the first time she ever spoke to him. Her eyes were pools of amber brown. She smelled like honey and earth, and and developing ink. She started the nicknames, now that he thought about it.

He brushed the thought away.

Where was he before, oh right, Hell because of that job he got himself a lot of tail back in high school. He would go over and fix homes for Jane's clients': Plumbing, landscaping, cleaning the gutters, chimney sweep (eyebrow wiggle)… Yeah he was a pervert, but while their husbands were working out of town, who else was going to fix the leaky plumbing? (Ba Dum Tsss,) yeah! He was slaying it. He could totally use that one in his act tonight. Nathan was almost in Peaceful Pines now. They had the best bars there. Doomy was getting a mind of his own. Nathan almost swerve into the lane next to him, doomy really needed an alignment. Nathan pulled up to a stoplight. Nathan Decided it was about time to ditch Nathan and become BJ.

She came up with it. She used to call him that. She was so naive, innocent, and god she fucked up his life. He laughed to himself, "Just like fucking developing fluid. Should have smelled it the moment I met her. Fucking clueless sometimes... naive." He pulled out a cigarette. "Fuck her."

He really needed to get Doomy an alignment maybe check the electrical too. BJ's window rolled down without warning. Doomy had a tendency to do that at stoplights. He laughed, as he pet the dashboard. "That a girl Juno give ol' Doomy a break now."

He really needed to get his mind off that girl.

Now where in the world were his sand bags.