A Boy And A Wolf [BoyXBoy]

Chapter Two

    I got home at about 6:30 in the evening. Krysta came in with me, as always, and told me about her day. After she fed the new baby lions, she trained a new zookeeper by the name of Sebastian; she claimed he was super nice and really awesome. Yet she said that while digging through my closet for clothes, so I knew exactly what that meant...

   "Krys, I'm not going on a date with this guy..."

   "Oh, it's not a date! Just a hang out! We're going to a nice restaurant and the nicest clothes you have are these damn dresses your sister made!! Like boy, do you not wear anything else?!"

   "I do wear other things!"

   "Yeah, you wear sweaters and booty shorts, that's not exactly fancy restaurant attire,"

   "KRYSTA,"

   She grabbed simple blue dress and walked towards me.

   "This is the simplest and nicest thing you got, so you're gonna have to go in drag. Now get changed!"

   "I'm not wearing that, Krys,"

   "YES YOU ARE!"

   She instantly jerked my pants down and made me cry out. Then she ripped off my shirt right over my head, and I made a sad attempt to cover myself.

   "You said you'd never do this again!!" I cried.

   "I lied to you~! And really, you wear booty boxers too?"

   "SHUT UP KRYS!"

   Then she stuffed me into the dress and stepped back when she was done.

   "Aww! You're so cute!"

   The dress went half way to my knees, yet it still felt revealing. The only reason I had all the dresses was because Adelaide insisted I kept a few of her creations. I looked at myself in the mirror and frowned. I had to admit it to myself; I really liked the dress she picked.

   "Is this good enough for you?" I grumbled.

   "Hmmm... it looks like it could use a little more... oh!"

    Krysta grabbed a chain necklace from my dresser and put it around my neck. Then she picked up some long, fingerless, lace gloves and ushered me to put them on.

   "There! You look perfect~!"

   "I look like a girl,"

   "That's your own fault!"

   I rolled my eyes when she went digging in my closet for a dress of her own. While she got herself ready, I sat on my bed with Félix and scratched behind his ears. When Krysta was dressed, I filled Félix's food and water bowls again, and we headed out. I don't remember the name of the restaurant, but I know it was something in Italian that I couldn't pronounce right. Right before we went inside, Krysta stopped to check her phone.