The Red Cat

Chapter 2: What a Drag

It's a school day. Great. You get your books and your binder and pack them all into your backpack. You sigh and start to walk towards your bus stop, in the dark, before the sun is even out. You stand there in the dark, and you feel someone getting near. It was that girl who lives down the street from you, the one you've always wished the purple fox would come after so you could save her just to hold her in your arms for good reason. She's one of the cutest girls in the whole school and she's super shy. Oh wait, you're the cross-dressing hero. The only reason you wear that flamboyant, dazzling red dress is to make your identity harder to piece together. You look and sound just like a girl whenever you're off being a hero to hide the fact that you're a guy. This was a stupid idea you had when you were just starting out as a hero in middle school. You didn't seem to think that all over the world girls would be looking up to you for strength and guys would be looking to you for arousal, watching the news coverage as bets they could in prayer to see your panties or someone to slash your clothes off. It's actually pretty awkward now that you have to fight just as hard to protect your precious clothes along with yourself on top of the people you're trying to save. Things like this hadn't occurred to you when you first used a girl's dress and mask to hide who you were.

Plus, as far as you know, you may end up killing any chance you have with that girl if she finds out you saved her. She'd probably end up being only into girls if you save her and don't tell her or she might think you're a filthy pig of a boy if you save her and she finds out. It's a lose-lose situation and it's all your fault. Sometimes, you really hate yourself in the past and feel as though you will hate yourself in the future. These moments are usually identical because of how quickly your hindsight kicks in. Like the first girl you kissed while dressed as the red cat. Though yeah, she was breath-taken and all, she told you she wasn't into girls and ran away. That was stupid of you!

You can see your bus coming down the street. This can go one of two ways, if the jerks are in the front of the bus today you'll take the beating for the girl from down the street. If they're in the back, you'll sit up front with her like always. You stepped on and sure enough, there they were, all the jerks that loved to tease you. Under the circumstance that this were a bank you had just walked into and you were in uniform, you probably would be burning these guys to a crisp because of how big  of jerks they are to you. You go ahead of the girl, not being a gentleman for the simple fact that you knew the first one on board would get a punch in the face, regardless of who they are. Sure enough, as soon as you got on, a fist went straight for your face. You put your arm up to block it and gave the owner of the arm a hateful look. The girl looked at you with twinkling eyes, you guess nobody ever saved her from being attacked before. She sat in the back of the bus and shyly waved for you to join her. You shyly sit next to her and she tells you that she liked you since the first time you sat with her. You blushed and didn't know how to respond until nervously she said it was a joke. Though she was clearly lying. You took a deep breath before kissing her softly.