"... Why...?"
A confused expression was on the boy's face as he timidly asked the question. Where was he going? Why so suddenly? Why alone? Most of all, why as a girl?
The younger male often cross-dressed. He related to the feminine side of things fairly well and felt comfortable with such an appearance. So this wasn't the problem. What he didn't understand was why he had to be dressed as a girl at this specific moment.
Most of the time, the boy switched his wardrobe when he felt like he wanted to. It didn't have to be a special occasion. Really, even going outside was not mandatory for this. It was all up to his feeling.
So when his mother came into his room and told him to cross dress as she swiftly began packing most of his feminine clothes, along with a few male ones, shock was evidently his most prominent emotion.
Followed by confusion.
Nonetheless, he did as his mother asked. Putting on a casual shirt and skirt, along with his wig. A bracelet on his right wrist was his only accessory, which he always wore.
Asking that question was the closest thing to a fight that he put up - all the way to the station. Once they arrived, he decided to try again.
"Why am I leaving...?"
He was ignored once more. His mother was in front of him, pulling him along to the set platform whilst he somewhat ran to avoid being dragged as well as pulled his mini suitcase behind him.
A few moments past before she stopped. Turning to face him with a neutral expression, his mother handed him his ticket.
"Go on now, hurry up."
The middle-aged woman was shooing him away. The younger male's train would be arriving any moment now but that was all he was sure of. Taking in a deep breath, he attempted to ask once more.
"But Mother, why-?"
His question was interrupted by a small shove toward the other waiting folks. This was his third time asking and she still refused to tell him anything. He had just been curious to know. With a soft sigh, the boy gave up.
"Okay" he lifted his gaze, having been looking at the floor during the previous moments. "Goodbye, Mother." He put a small smile on his lips for the woman in front of him.
She surprisingly returned it.
"Goodbye, Yuki-kun."
With those words, the boy turned around and walked away. At that moment, the screech of metal alerted him that his train had arrived. His ticket scrunched in his hand loosely, the young male began to get ready to board. Then he paused.
Before going any farther, he turned his head to glance back to where she had been only to see that his mother had disappeared.
So fast...
Looking away, another sigh passed through his lips as he straightened up and stepped onto the awaiting train.