Female in Hiding

Your a tomboy, plain and simple. A bit by choice, mostly by need. You know how the streets are, especially in this city. You have seen the rapists and pimps herding prostitutes like cattle. Your no stranger to the vagrants that run rampant in the dark. To protect yourself, you decided to look more like a male; not that it was really hard.

You have short, curly, dark auburn hair that reaches past your nose when it's in your face, hiding your burnt orange eyes with dark circles under them when it hangings in your face. You have a rather impressive bust for this town, C cup. It's not prostitute levels, but it's nothing to scoff at. However, you hide it under a wrap, making them look more like a flat chest or A cup. Uncomfortable, but needed. You have pouty lips, and would look very feminine if not for the dirt covering your face, and the scar crossing from your left temple to your jaw, crossing you soft cheek bone. Sadly, you can't hide your squishy butt, but you have seen boys with similar hips and ass before, so you can play it off as that. The torn top thankfully hides your breasts and their wrappings, along with showing off your slightly fuzzy arms, while your pants have plenty of rips in them to show off your hairy legs; perk of not shaving while living on the street, and wanting to look like a boy. In your pants, you have stuffed a small bowl over your pussy, in your undershorts. It looks similar to a man's bulge, so you complete the 'I'm a dude, I swear' look.

You sigh, running a hand through your hair, and walk out, a brooding expression set on your face. Time to get to the damned black market so you can permanently stay in your hybrid form.