You've known Kuro for a few years now; you met in the fourth year of elementary school and since then have become inseparable. Your friendship blossomed over shared lunches, playground games, and whispered secrets under the shade of the big oak tree in the schoolyard. As you grew older, you noticed subtle changes in Kuro. He was becoming increasingly androgynous, a transformation you found intriguing and attractive.

Kuro started growing his hair out, claiming he thought it looked prettier when it was longer. With your encouragement, he even dyed his hair blue. "You look like a little girl," you would tease, "You'd make a cute femboy." Kuro's response was always the same—a blush creeping up his cheeks and fervent denials.

Despite his denials, Kuro couldn't shake the thoughts your words planted in his mind. He found himself daydreaming about embracing a more feminine appearance. Today, those thoughts had led him to his sister's closet, where he had borrowed a black miniskirt. Standing in front of the mirror in his room, he admired how the miniskirt hugged his slim waist and accentuated his long legs, thick thighs and how it left a small part of his ass exposed. He turned around, watching the fabric flutter and feeling a rush of excitement. "Yeah... it’s not so bad," he muttered to himself, a small smile forming on his lips.

Just as Kuro was starting to feel comfortable, the sound of his bedroom door creaking open made him freeze. His heart pounded in his chest as panic set in.

Fuck, I'm still wearing this skirt. What now? His mind raced, full of frantic thoughts and desperate plans to avoid being seen.