Six Different Kinds of Love

Cross-dresser

There were two young girls in the bar who looked like they were hiding.
Those two where my next targets. They were trying to blend in with the crowd.
One of them had medium length red hair and the other had short white hair. Wow. I've never seen people really dye their hair those colours but their hair looked so natural.
Again, these girls weren't wearing much. I could fix that easily but I had to gather them all first.
We cautiously made our way through the crowds and eventually, to the back of the bar where the girls were. Ok, just gotta be gentle.
I ordered myself a drink to make sure I didn't seem out-of-the-ordinary.
But once they saw the brown-haired girl sitting with me, they got up and stood beside us.
They must already know each other.

"Um, excuse me Sir but what do you think you're doing with that girl?"

Wow. Do I look that much like a boy..? Oh wait! Shoot I forgot to take of my disguise. No wonder.
I took of my hat and scarf.

"Terribly sorry, you must've mistaken me for a boy."

The white haired girl stared at me. She looked into my eyes.
She was pretty cute too.
So was the red-head. Damn I had a major thing for cute girls-but that's definitely not why I was here.

"That doesn't change anything. For all we know you could just be a cross-dressing pervert."

Ouch-this girl had claws.

"Uh-I can-assure you I'm really...not...but maybe you girls would like to-"

"Not so fast! We're not going to join you in your gross activities! Leave us alone and give back the girl!"

She looked really angry and flustered, but I could tell deep down inside that she was scared.
These girls looked like they've been through hell. And that's exactly why I'm here.

"Hey this has to be a bit of misunderstanding-"

"Leave us alone or I'm telling the Nightwatchers!"

Not good-Need to calm her down...but how?

"She saved me!"

The brown-haired girl yelled.
She..stuck up for me..?
Shocking-Actually. I couldn't help but look at her in awe for a split second.
The red-haired girl looked at her and then at me.
She crossed her arms and looked a little embarrassed.
"Oh-well-why didn't you say that from the start.."

"Sorry, it's my fault, I didn't really make myself very clear did I? ..But I have a request of you two."

I asked, as humbly as I could.

"And why should we listen to sketchy person like you?!"

But no matter how humble I tried to be this chick refused.

"I'll-buy you all a drink?"

C'mon red-head I'm begging you!
Don't give up on me now!
There was a pause of silence before she finally replied.

"Fine. But don't get any ideas."

She and the cute white-haired girl both sat down next to us and I bought them all some apple juice.

"I have two questions-actually. I was wondering if you know any other girls like you."

She looked at me confused.

"Meaning..?"

"Any other girls who work here at the club. Not as staff but as...you know what I mean."

Her expression changed.
She looked depressed. She sighed.
If there were other girls who where being tortured in this place, then I was gonna get them to safety and comfort again. That was my ultimate goal. I guess I just fall for the 'damsel in distress' too easily.

"Yeah there are a few others around here. But some of the others have to do worse things than we do..we just talk and entertain."

Perfect. Confined information revealed-just the thing I was looked for!

"What kinds of things?"
I asked, pushing my luck.

"Look over there, and you'll get your answer."

The brown-haired girl pointed behind us. There was a big crowd and laughter and cheering.

"...Take me to her."

The red-haired girl looked at me even more shocked.

"Excuse me, what?"

"Please. I'm not allowed in there because I don't...actually...have a restriction...card..."

Ok that sounded really bad.

"So you came in here illegally?!"

"Well not exactly-My card just ran out...it ran out...about 3 months ago...maybe 4.."

"4 months ago?!!"

"Heh heh...but that's not the point-I need to see this girl."

She sighed again.

"Fine whatever, weirdo."

The girls managed to push through the crowds and we were able to make it through the restricted area too.

"There are more than one girls here..."

The brown-haired girl whispered to me.

"There are two of them."
Two? But why two?
That didn't make any sense.

"Kay..thanks for the heads up."

I whispered back to her.

"There. That's them."

The redhead said, pointing at probably the most awful thing I'd seen in my entire life.
It was peer pressured.
It was horrible.
And I had to do something about it.