*Authors note*

First, there will be an authors note at the beginning of each thing, just explaining a little about the story.

Okay, this is sorta DaveKat, but not really.
I drew this picture of KK cross-dressing (Don't ask) and then wrote this to match.

This is set while they're on the meteor to the new session.

"Holy fuck man"

"DAVE! FUCK! GET OUT!"

"What? No way man, I gotta know what this is about." I smirk as I kick the door closed behind me, taking in the appearance of the troll in front of me.

I'd been searching for Karkat, planning to see how far I could push him before he attacked me and, well, I'd found him.

The only issue was his clothing.

Instead of his usual turtleneck and jeans he was wearing a black off-the-shoulder tee and a red miniskirt. His usually wild hair had been tamed into pigtails and I'm pretty sure there was lip gloss on his lips.

"Dave…" he growled. "Go. Now."

"Nope." I sat, making myself comfortable. "Not until you explain the cross-dressing."

He looked at me, gauging how persistent I was going to be.

"Fine." He sighed, flopping backwards into a pile of dirty laundry, unintentionally giving me a nice upskirt view.

"Well?" I prompted.

"Well…. You know how trolls have both a nook and a bulge?" I nodded and he continued. "This means that physically there is no difference between the genders, so which gender you are depends in completely psychological differences."

"Okay. That still doesn't explain the cross-dressing."

"When we're freshly pupated we're… encouraged… to 'cross-dress', as you call it, before we choose a gender. I guess I just….. never really grew out of it." He blushed slightly, his cheeks turning an ashy grey.

"Okay, but how do you choose whether you want to be male or female? Like is it determined by whether you prefer your nook of bulge? …fuck you call them weird things."

He blushed more.

"No. Which you prefer has nothing to do with it!" His voice rose in volume.

"You sure? How can you tell?"

"Because I….."he trailed off into unintelligible mumbling.

"You what?"

"I prefer my…." More mumbling.

"Prefer your what?" I leaned forwards, letting my shades slip down my face, letting red eyes meet red eyes.

"I PREFER MY NOOK, OKAY NOOKSNIFFER?" he blushed furiously, turning away from me.

"Ah, but how do you know that that's not the male thing? Maybe preferring your nook equals male."

"I – "He began an angry reply, then stopped, thinking, "That…. Would make sense…. I mean Terezi -" He stopped suddenly, remembering I was there. "Well. Yeah, I guess."

"Well, I best be going. The Mayor's expecting me. We're renovating the town hall with the cans of pears Rose accidentally made." I stood, and opened the door.

"Wait! Aren't you… going to tease me about this? I mean, you normally do…." He shuffled his feet awkwardly.

"What? No way man."

"I… but"

"See, when I was little Bro dressed me as a girl, mostly for lols, I guess, and I…. guess I never really grew out of it." I winked at him over my shades. "You tell anyone this," I stepped through the doorway, looking back over my shoulder, "and I'll claim it's for ironic purposes only. Understand?"

"I – Yes!" He nodded, his pigtails swinging with the sudden movements.

"Good. See ya Kark."

I walked down the hall, barely hearing his 'bye, Dave' as I turned the corner, heading towards Can Town.