As sector E-9 became a danger zone at 3 PM, halfway across the map, Calesu Hitachi stirred from his sleep amidst one of the women's clothing stores in the market district. He yawned and scratched his ass, barely covered by the pair of panties he'd stolen from one of the mannequins in the window. He'd found a nice pink skirt that now hung fastened around his waist, with a stuffed bra and tight blouse covering his chest. Given his distinct lack of body hair, he could now easily be mistaken for one of his remaining female classmates, right down to the feminine length of his hair. Wouldn't they be in for a surprise?

Calesu felt comfortable like this, dressing in drag, as though he was getting in touch with the inner woman nature had truly wanted him to be. He stared at himself in one of the few full length mirrors that had not been cracked or broken, the fourth time he'd done so since he'd dressed up, and yet each time, he still felt something was missing. He'd put on stud earrings, hoop earrings, rings, necklaces, bracelets, and although they helped the feeling, they just weren't enough. Pouting, he headed out of the store, heedlessly crossing the street to a stylish boutique where more mannequins stood in wait with bottles of perfume and trays of make-up lining counters. Calesu nearly squealed with delight.

After numerous applications of dark blue eyeliner and ruby red lipstick, Calesu was nearly complete in his gender transformation. As he gently applied blush to each cheek with one hand, the other examined bottles of nail polish, finally deciding on a bubble gum color that matched his skirt. Applying the polish liberally, he smiling, giggling in his masculine voice, which did nothing more than make his whole charade seem freakish and weird. But Calesu didn't care, he'd never cared, not for a single second. He was openly gay in class, and he was attacked and hurt on a weekly basis, but with each beating he took, he only enjoyed the touch more and more.

As he sprayed perfume under his chin and over his body, Calesu thought with sadness about how both Yan Karahaka and Tanju Kusai, his two biggest crushes, were now dead. Some inconsiderate person hadn't even given him the chance to have his way with them, but there were still other boys alive in the city, he just needed to find them, which wouldn't be hard, since they definitely weren't going anywhere. He actually found it funny, how after more than eighteen hours since he'd left the school, he hadn't seen a single person. It didn't matter to him, he wasn't the type who had many friends anyway, loneliness just meant that he would last longer.

Heading down the road and looking like a common street-walker, Calesu thought for a moment he saw someone waiting for him in a nearby sports store, but he shrugged it off and turned down the road towards the very housing sector where already there were two dead bodies and only one head. He looked through the windows of the four houses he'd seen going up the short, dead-end street and saw no on, crossing through a side yard and first seeing the corpse of Fujisama, relatively unharmed, aside from the massive wound through her chest. He looked around for signs of the killer, and found not that, but instead the headless body he'd studied all too well.

He approached slowly, his high heels making impressions in the dirt, squashing grass beneath his feet as he looked down at the bloody remnants of Tanju Kusai, having found him far more quickly than expected. Although headless, Calesu could easily make out the muscular curves of Tanju's body though his uniform. He knelt down beside the corpse and slide his hands over the body, deeply inhaling what little masculine scent he could that wasn't masked by the disgusting stench of death, and his fingers delved into the small gunshot wound in Tanju's side, still feeling the lukewarm blood and fluids within.

Calesu giggled and turned the body over, reaching for the buckle of Tanju's belt and removing the hard leather. He rubbed the belt against his cheek, nearly purring at the touch while his trembling fingers slid over the now-exposed zipper and opened the sacred temple of Kusai he'd wanted to explore for so long. He slowly pulled the pants down and touched the slightly fuzzy legs of Tanju's body, only one obstacle standing between him and the thing he desired. He went for it , tugging on the boxer shorts.

"What the fuck are you doing?!"

Calesu stopped, hearing a voice behind him, and he turned, his face still somewhat unrecognizable given the amount of makeup he now wore. He saw Shiro Amasaki, holding some kind of bloody knife, and Yuseki Tarana behind him with a knife of her own. Neither one could recognize him, and both stared at the disturbing act of necrophilia that had unfolded before them. Calesu was not in the mood to chat about his actions, and for the moment, he decided it was better not to speak, and not to incur Shiro's wrath while he held a blade, rather than expose himself for the cross-dresser he was.

"What the fuck?!"

"Shiro…don't yell…people will hear you."

"What the hell do you think you're doing you crazy bitch?!"

"Shiro…"

"No Seki…I wanna know what this bitch is thinking. Who the fuck are you?! Are you even part of our class?!"

"Duh Shiro…that's why I've got this horribly tacky collar."

"Dude…that…you're a guy?!"

"Brilliant deduction Shiro. You gonna beat me up now? You know I like it."

"Ugh…Calesu…ju…ugh…you sick mother fucker! Get the fuck away from that…that corpse! My fucking God what the hell is wrong with you?! Get the fuck away you sick freak!"

"Why would I do that when I've got a pair of sexy guys like you and Tanju right here? You know you want me Shiro."

Calesu lifted his skirt and showed over the tight pair of panties that were straining to contain him now. Shiro didn't want to look, but as his eyes moved down, he almost threw up right then and there, after the discussion he'd had with Yuseki only three or so hours before. He brandished his knife and moved towards Calesu, not wanting to touch him in any way with the way he was dressed. Calesu ignored the knife entirely and darted in close, avoiding the blade and pressing his ruby lips right against Shiro's, giving him a little tongue in the process. As Shiro pushed him away, wiping his mouth and spitting to remove the awful taste, Calesu swung his weapon, a cattle prod, and impacted Shiro's shin.

Shiro felt the pain and dropped, staring the disturbing boy as Calesu turned and ran, his skirt flapping in the breeze and exposing the tight hold his ass was confined within. As Yuseki helped him up, no real damage done, just a bruised sense of pride, Shiro watched and stared, his mouth feeling violated. His first time kissing a girl, or coming close to doing so, had been giving mouth-to-mouth to a girl with vomit plugging her throat, and now his first tongue kiss was with a cross-dressing sicko who'd caught him off guard.

"You'd better run you freak!"

Calesu was already long gone on his way as he ran to the only apartment in the southwest sector of the city, calmly opening the door and moving in, choosing a nice and not too damaged room to take up residence. As he tugged on his panties, adjusting himself beneath the fabric of his skirt, he thought about just how nice Shiro's mouth tasted, the boy having been the third choice on Calesu's list of guys to screw. He'd have to find Shiro again after he was dead.