The clicking of high heels bounces off the tall alley walls, drowned out by the thunderous thumping of music as you enter the usual club where you spend most of your nights. Neon colored lights wander over the dance floor, casting their bright glares on the crowd of dancers below. In a shadowed corner, a lone male sits in an empty bar holding a glass of clear liquid. He has a large scowl on his black lipstick-covered lips, wearing a tight black dress that shows every delicious curve of his body, accompanied by a pair of sexy black boots and gothic make-up. You take a seat next to him with the most charming expression you can muster, resting your head in one of your hands. Hopefully he isn't doing anything later on tonight.
''Hey there Karkat. I didn't know you were out clubbing tonight, especially while cross dressing. Are you available tonight? Because I've got a free schedule if you're interested.'' You add a seductive wink and nudge. You're cross dressing tonight as well. With a royal purple mini skirt, black high heels, a sphagetti strap tank top,shining gold bangles on your wrists, and to top it all off, your favorite wig that has purple streaks running through the long, shimmering raven locks. Not even Kar could resist. Or so you thought.
''Fuck off, Eridan. I'm not here to deal with your fuckassery. I'm here for one thing only, and that isn't sex. So you can take your skanky ass somewhere else cause it sure isn't getting anything from me.'' He takes a sip from his cup, licking sparkling droplets of the elixir from his midnight lips. Every small detail of his body is imprinted in your mind each time you have the wonderful opportunity to catch a glimpse of him. If only he wasn't so stubborn you two could have hooked up long ago.
Then you see what he's here for. A boy in a blue hoodie and jeans weaves through throngs of dancers, making his way towards the bar. When he sits down a couple of seats away from you, Kar averts his gaze, staring at the half-empty cup in his trembling hands. John orders a Monster with a goofy smile on his flushed face; he gulps down the energy drink and joins the pumped crowd, tossing a small tip to the bartender. He didn't even look in Karkat's direction. And Karkat himself didn't even bother to say anything, much less attempt to catch his attention.
What's up with everybody going gaga for this dork? It really disappoints you on how low some people's taste can descend; too bad this low-life has charmed the only male you've ever wanted to have a real committed relationship with.
Karkat hops off the stool, and tugs his dress down when it pulls up and reveals more of those juicy thighs. ''I'm leaving. Tell the fucking bartender to put it on my tab or some shit.''
''Kar, you can't keep running away from this forever, you know. Even if you do confess, he won't want you. He's too much of a homophobic nerd if you ask me. Remember, I'll always keep an open schedule for you!,'' You shout out as he leaves out the back door, swishing his hips angrily. You sigh, leaning against the cold counter with your elbows, putting your face in your hands.
You can only hope he doesn't get hurt too badly.
(Karkat's POV)
Outside in the chilly alleyway, you wish you had taken that leather jacket you bought last week. Fuck, you wish you hadn't come at all. Egbert will never cast a fucking glance in your way; no matter how many romcoms you watch can never figure out how to catch this guy's attention. Ever since the fourth grade, when he ended up in your class, you fell in love with him. Unfortunately, almost every girl in the class did also(plus a few other guys).Maybe it's the way he smiles at you, those buck teeth of his sticking out in the most adorable way possible. Everything he does makes you want to tackle him like those girls do in the weird Japanese cartoons Nepeta watches. Too bad most of the girls he knows have all dated him while you just watch, doing nothing. Watched them kissing him, holding his hands, having the right to touch every inch of his skin just because they don't have dicks…
''Fuck...!'',you furiously whisper into the frosty night air, banging your fist on the freezing metal light post. It's lurid spotlight only makes you shiver more, sending chilling goosebumps along your exposed flesh. You remember it's already past midnight; you need to get your sorry ass home. Then you could go wallow in your pathetic self pity for a couple more hours, trying to push down the endless feeling of despair with ten bowls of ice cream. Sounds like a great way to spend a Saturday night.
You walk to your house in a desolate haze. Inside, you don't even bother to take off your make up, tossing your aching body on the couch and tuning in to Netflix. Your parent's snores could be heard through the walls; they know about your cross dressing lifestyle, embracing your homosexuality with loving arms. If only John could do the same.
If only.
The next morning you pack a gray skirt into your bag to dress into after school, along with some make up supplies. You make sure they're not too conspicuous, tucked into the very back of the gray bag. Today's your first year of highschool, which isn't anything special to you. Just another year of shitty teachers rambling about their retarded subjects for seven hours of your life. The very thought of it makes you frown when you step outside and start your mile long walk to school.
You wish you could barf right now; you can literally feel the fucking hormones radiating off of these shit bags as you near the school. In front of the school, flags wave in the slight breeze atop a brass pole. Soft yellow rays of sunshine peek out, melting into the navy blue sky filled with fading stars. Two figures make their way towards you, one with high reaching horns, the other with horns jutting out from either side of his head, way too big for his shaking frame. They wave to you, one dressed in spotted, baggy sweat pants with an indigo jacket, his backpack slung lazily over one of his shoulders. The other shyly stands behind him, his arm hooked with the tall lad's, sporting a dark brown jacket, white t-shirt, and khaki shorts.
''Uh, hello Karkat.'' Tavros gives you a small smile. ''Today's the first day of, uh, highschool, huh? I-I just hope the kids there, won't, um, be too mean or anything…''
''Tavbro, highschool is like any other motherfucking place. Right best friend?'' Gamzee gives you an oddly serene smile. By the tone in his voice, it looks like you need to help boost Tavros's confidence. Which will take a motherfucking miracle.
"Yeah. This shit hole is just going to be like middle school. Just because they call it something different doesn't mean it's anything special.'' There's just going to be more douchebags than usual, you silently add.Tavros doesn't look any more confident than he did five seconds ago.
"Heheheh, why do you guys look so down? Highschool is going to be freaking filled with opportunities to bust out some fun!'' Terezi makes her way towards the group, almost battering Gamzee with her swishing red-and-white-striped cane. She has a mad grin on her lips; her bright red pants, teal t-shirt, and black sneakers stick out like a sore thumb. Does she want to get bullied? Then again, that would just be a chance to fuck someone up with her cane. You still can't believe she is studying to be a lawyer.
"Pffft, you guys look like you just rolled out of bed or something. Can't you be a bit more awesome for your first day of school?'', Vriska says as she tosses her long black hair over her shoulders. Suddenly you have the urge to snatch Terezi's cane and hit her upside the head with it. Most likely because she's John's current girlfriend.
While everyone else chatters on about their theories of how high school will be like, you walk in silence, casting glares of deepest loathing in Vriska's direction. Sometimes you forget she's Terezi's sister, and just go with the hate-filled flow. Then the most horrid thing happens; John joins the group, followed by Dave andRose. "Hey there you guys! I can't wait to see what high school is like.''
He leans over and… and gives a kiss to Vriska on her cheek, sending light blue blush across her face. Whoops and jeering come from the others, apparently thrilled with this relationship. Hell. Fucking. No. You clench your hands into tight fists; Dave keeps on walking silently,staring coolly at John the whole time.
You want to jump out the nearest window when school starts. Time seems to slow down; you swear that the clocks were mocking you with their fucking slow hands, their goddamn ticking driving you up the walls. In between classes, you keep seeingTerezi and Vriska disappear, only to come back with mischevious grins on their faces and a new graffitied wall to give evidence to what they were doing. Whenever they were done, Vriska would make her way to John, sauntering over like she owned the fucking world, basically flinging herself onto him. Everything about their relationship made your blood place may seem like a haven to most of your peers, but getting knocked around like some bowling pin (probably because you're so short) was definitely not amusing to you. Nor was the fact that half of the student body entertained themselves by making out with each other; you noticed with a sinking heart that nearly every pair was heterosexual.
DING DONG. Gogdammit, finally. You stomp over to your locker after the bell rings. When the hallways are cleared out, you make your way to the bathroom. Inside, you swiftly switch your pants for the gray skirt, hastily put on a bit of make up, and walk back out.
"Well hello, Karkat. I didn't know you were interested in cross dressing too.'' Kanaya looks at you curiously, resting her hand on her black leather satchel. You were on the precipice of passing out right then and there.
"K-Kanaya! This isn't what it looks like, and it's definitely not a fucking hobby or any shit like that and- wait, did you say 'too'?'' Your eyes widen in realization. ''You cross dress?''
Kanaya gives you a calm smile. "Why, of course I do. Rose does too, if you're wondering. I've always considered it an entertaining way to explore the other side of fashion.'' That's the one thing I've actually learned today. Who fucking knew?
Rose steps out from one the corridors, dressed in white pants, a black jacket, with a dark purple t-shirt emblazoned with a black skull in the center, and wearing elegant yet masculine looking black shoes. She looks over at you, and smiles. "So it seems we may be able to form the CD Club after all.''
The what club? Kanaya laughs softly. " Yes, that may be true. Ahem, so Karkat, do you cross dress often? Perhaps almost every day or so?" She has a curious expression on her smart features; it wouldn't kill you to tell them.
"Yeah. So what the fuck is this 'CD Club'?" You tighten your grip on the straps of your backpack. Hopefully they won't tell anyone about this. Then again, they're the most trustworthy people around in this hell hole, so you don't give a single shit. For now.
"You'll find out if you come and meet us in classroom 405. After school, with your cross dressing attire on. Try to bring some other companions as well, alright?'', she says, walking after Rose and taking her hand in hers.
What to fucking do now?
Fuck it. You dress in a comfortable long-sleeved grey shirt, black leather mini skirt with black and white striped leggings, black boots, and your best make up on. Every few yards you look behind your back, cautiously tip-toeing in the empty hallways; you wish your high heels didn't click so loudly on the polished white tile. After a what feels like two hours, you make it to room 405. The door stands before you ominously, but you still turn the silver knob and enter the room.
"And there's Karkat. Seems like we weren't about to be graced by your presence, but I was proved wrong. Take a seat. We're going to announce to everyone the whole purpose of this organization." Kanaya points at an empty desk, her lady-like clothing replaced by a dark-green checkered shirt, denim vest, black pants, and polished black loafers. She's not wearing any of her usual dark make up, but you can still tell she put on a bit of powder. Rose sits next to her, wearing a white jacket, a striped purple shirt, jeans, and grey tennis shoes.
You sit down on the cool desk surface. Eridan sits across from you in his usual slutty clothing, next to Dave. Wait, fucking Dave?! Another thing to remember.
Kanaya starts to go on and on about how people are pressured by society on how to dress according to their gender, that cross dressing is a lifestyle, not just hobby. And a bunch of other stuff that goes in one ear and out the other. You're too entranced by how girly Strider looks, wearing an actual blonde wig that had shining hair falling down all the way to his fucking hips. He crossed his legs like a girl, perfectly comfortable with dressing in a cherry red mini skirt. A red bow is in his hair, puling the long bangs away from his make up covered face; puckered red lips, diamond studded shades, and fucking blush! You remember all those times he teased you for being such a sissy. But this whole fucking time he also cross dressed. You almost laugh at the irony of it.
"So, we'll be arranging meetings every Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday. Weekend meetings are only arranged when the majority of the club is able to attend. Anyone interested?" Surprisingly, everyone murmurs words of agreement, or nods their heads. Kanaya looks like someone just gave her a fuck ton of cake.
"Welcome to the CD Club."
ARE YOU ENTERTAINED? I know I am! I got this idea after thinking about gender bending, but wanted to keep the original genders of the characters, while getting them to be a bit more like their opposite genders. And at the same time I just wanted to put some guys in miniskirts. (Heheheheh...) THANK YOU FOR READING! =^w^=