After student council affairs were put into order, Ino was invited out for drinks with some fellow seniors. These girls were infamously promiscuous, but were also some friends he’s had since their first year, so he trusts them enough to say yes. They had a bit of another plan for him though…

 

They head to a friend’s house first to change out of their uniforms (for obvious reasons. No one will let high schoolers into a bar). That’s when they reveal what they really had planned for Ino tonight: a slim-fitting black dress, with a slit that went just past mid-thigh, and a matching pair of heels that were at least 3 inches high. Ino wasn’t all too surprised, though.

 

For one, he has had over a decade of experience with crossdressing thanks to his older sisters who loved fitting him in the cutest lolita outfits they could find. On the other hand, he just thinks looking pretty is fun. He acknowledges that he doesn’t look manly in the slightest, and actually found advantages to his smaller frame. People who’ve known him long enough would know he’d be down to dress as a girl and go bar hopping. That’s why they planned to surprise him in the first place.  

 

So now they’re at the bar in cocktail dresses and sultry make-up. One of the girls earlier suggested giving Ino chin-length extensions and he just shrugged. Tugging lightly on his new hairstyle, he was leaning on the counter’s edge thinking about today’s club financial reports when a guy in glasses and gaudy accessories makes his way over. He’s obviously drunk, but he still has a refined air to him, and the really intense smell of his expensive perfume still lingers. He looks Ino over with a smile as he leans in a barely respectable distance.

 

“Do you come here often?”

 

Ino only gets to play dress-up in public ever so often. Should he use a girl's voice? Wouldn’t hurt to try.

 

“Not really, and you?” If he sounds like a dude right now, this guy doesn’t seem to even notice.

 

“I do, actually. Do you want a recommendation?”

 

“Oh yea, sure.”

 

“How about a serving of Dante?”

 

Ino snorts a little. But he’s starting to feel a little frisky, and this guy isn’t so bad looking, so he’ll try to see how far he can take this.

 

“I’m assuming you’re Dante then?”

 

“Just Dan would be alright if it’s you,” the guy–Dan–cozies himself on the stool next to Ino. He orders them drinks and then downs his shot in one go. Ino would be lying if he didn’t find free drinks and a heavy drinker sexy. Especially the free drinks.

 

They’ve been chatting away for a few minutes now. He discovers Dan’s a really classy guy! Really knows his painters and pianists. The gold watch he wears is legit too, judging by the way he never lets it knock on the countertop. They’ve already exchanged numbers by now. Ino thinks it’s hilarious how this guy has been glancing at his chest all evening but has yet to notice the lack of boobs. Maybe he’s into flatties?

 

“Okay, Dan. Do you have plans later?” I have my report due tomorrow night, but you’re entertaining, so please give me an excuse to not do it.

 

“Yea, I’m looking right at her,” He doesn’t even stutter after saying that awful line. Ino hopes someone was near enough to hear it. As a witness.

 

“I haven’t said yes yet.”

 

“Oh, but you will?”

 

Ino’s laughing. He’s thumbing at the hem of the dress’ slit and he’s laughing. This Dan guy is hilarious. He hopes he won’t scream too loud when he reveals his dick. 

 

Wait. Should he tell him yet? Lying to him would be mean, but he never really said he was a girl either. A moral dilemma. Ino orders another shot.

 

“I’m afraid I haven’t gotten your name yet, darling.”

 

Should he be honest? Ino isn’t a very girly name, but it isn’t manly either. But this guy might be a violent serial killer who’ll hunt him down after he sees his dick. He decides on a fake name.

 

“Anna.” He stutters just a little, hoping it wasn’t obvious. He’ll have to borrow his sister’s name, just once.

 

“Okay, Anna. Meet me in the car park in 10?”

 

He nods. This is it, Ino thinks. He’s either going to have car sex for the first time in over a year or going to get murdered and stuffed into some gaudy guy’s trunk. He’s a risk-taker though, so he goes anyway.

 

This guy–Dan, sorry, NPC name. Dan owns a classic BMW. His glasses’ rims are gold and he smells like Givenchy. His dress shirt sleeves are rolled up to mid-forearm and his hair is just the perfect balance of gel and messy flyaways. He can quote classical romantic literature and make corny pick-up lines in the same breath. Ino hopes to God he’s into dicks. (Not that he’s desperate for money, but it does feel good to dream about being spoiled).

 

They’re making out before they even get into the backseat. Ino can taste the tequila on his lips. He wishes he grabbed a slice of lemon on the way out. 

 

Dan’s grabbing at his waist while the other hand opens the door. Something hard presses into his thigh. Here it comes, Ino thinks. Is this a dub or an L? He hopes the girls he came to the bar with didn’t see them walk out. He can handle gossip, but it’s still embarrassing. 

 

He’s being pushed onto his back now. He’s starting to feel bad. Did I lie to him? I’m just following what my dick tells me to do. Besides, guys at school see me pee standing at the urinals and still ask me out. Maybe this’ll work out.

 

Dan’s hands are now roaming into the slit of his dress, slowly going upwards, until–

 

Ino breaks the kiss. They’re panting a little, Ino pushing Dan back gently with his hand. The other pushes himself up a little higher so he can look into his eyes. 

 

“I’m a guy by the way.”

 

It takes a while to register through his heavy breathing, but Ino swears he saw something die in his eyes. 

 

He backs up slowly, expression still unchanging. Ino feels very embarrassed now. Maybe he should’ve worn a tag that says “I have a Penis.”

 

“Cool,” Dan patiently waits for Ino to fix his clothing and exit his car without saying a word. He gets into the front and starts the engine, opening the window to look back at Ino, very, very awkwardly, one last time. “Stay safe… bro.” His eyes are still empty.

 

He drives away, leaving Ino at the parking lot alone and with a flagging boner. He sighs. 

 

Sua’s going to laugh her ass off.