Monstro City

Chapter 4 - "Hooker Prostitute From Hell"

   I've spent the last few hours finding the perfect outfit for when I switch on the go. While I'm male and masculine, I do have muscles and a much bigger body overall, so wearing something tight will only cause me to break through it, or if it's tight enough, die? Maybe I'm just being dramatic, I'm not even huge as a man, but the muscles can be a problem.

   Bae Lyon is incredible. That woman and her third eye have to be some kind of magic, because I explained my situation, and she took me under her wing and we ran around the hotel bulldozing through everyone's doors trying to steal clothes, and in the end we managed to fit together an outfit that makes sense.

   It's not spectacular, but it works. I need something that can stretch, but also make me look good. I can't walk around with my tits out forever, although I'm starting to really want to.

   The outfit in question starts with a cardigan, and yes, that may sound boring, but we're in hell and there's no such thing as grandma's sweater laying around. The cardigan is made from a thicker material than you'd expect, but it's semi-long, has a witchy hood and it's big enough to fit both of me, whenever.

   What I'll wear underneath depends on my mood that day. I can either go shirtless, or I'll wear another stretchy shirt underneath. It doesn't really matter to me all that much, as long as it's black and it expands with my body, we're good.

   Finding a good pair of pants for a male and female was definitely the hardest part, but when we found it . . . I almost cried tears of joy.

   It's the perfect fabric, not like the cardigan, but softer and stretchier. The best part is that it's only "tight" around the bottom, and it gets baggier at the top. It's stylish with cute little ropes to tighten it if I want to, and the waistband is thick and comfortably tight so no matter what sex I am, the pants will never fall or suffocate me.

   No pockets, but the cardigan has pockets!

   And lastly my boots. I don't want to talk about feet in case some weirdo who can read thoughts is spying on my brain right now, but it was a little difficult finding something to fit both of me. We found some nice leather boots. They aren't perfect, and they won't feel the best at certain times, but I'll be able to run for my life in them and that's what matters.

   I'm very happy with my one outfit that I'll wear for the rest of my life like the main characters in an anime. But it isn't complete, it just needs one small touch.

   "Krom?" I call his name from the bathroom.

   "Yes?" I hear his voice, but he's somewhere else in the apartment.

   "Can you come here?"

   I hear him run to me, but when he sees me naked in all of my womanly glory, he makes this weird noise in the back of his throat and turns around to not look at me.

   "Yes?"

   "I need you to rip my cardigan with your claws."

   "W-What?"

   "Just the ends, like my other coat."

   "Oh, okay."

   "It's by the bed, thank you."

   I close the bathroom door and finish drying myself. Having long hair is the most annoying part of being a woman after a shower, and I know that seems miniscule to the many things other women feel annoyed by, but my hair is supernaturally long—it's inconvenient. It's wet and heavy and I feel like my neck is going to snap.

   Taking a deep breath, I stare at myself in the mirror, remembering my conversation with Madame Hissandra. I should be able to change whenever I want, so why can't I do it? I've tried, of course, but nothing happens.