A saviour arrives

The shorter girl, Sarah, was pulling off her underwear. I struggled but Cherry was simply too strong.

"Come on, look at how hard you are. It's just sex. You're a guy, I bet you're loving this."

Sarah took a step forward, and then was suddenly shoved to the ground. There was a black platform boot in the space where she stood. Its owner was a girl dressed in a goth lolita dress, her face covered by a mask, leaving her sharp and mysterious eyes as the only clue to her identity.

Sarah was now sprawled on the floor, her legs spread and her naked bottom bared to all.

"What the fuck?" Cherry let me go and took a swing at the girl, landing her punch. She grinned, thinking she was victorious, until the girl returned with a savage strike to her gut that sent her to the ground.

I quickly hid my exposed genitals and stepped away from the rapists.

"Thank you so much!" To be nearly assaulted by girls, then saved by another girl- my pride as a man was completely dashed.

"Wait... you're a boy?" She asked, her eyes scrutinizing me. "That voice. Terry? Is that you?"

"Yeah, that's my name. Do I know you?" I asked. I could not recall a person that matched her silhouette.

"It's me, Zack! Oh, right, I have a mask on." She pulled off her mask, and revealed an uncommonly beautiful face that made your heart skip a beat. She had large eyes and thick red lips that begged to be kissed.

"Sorry, still a blank. Zack? I don't even know that many girls."

"No, it's understandable. I lost a lot of weight. And... just like you, I'm crossplaying. We were classmates in middle school!"

"Wait. Zack Jacobs? Zeejay?"

"Yup!"

"Whoa." I looked him up and down again, disbelief plain on my face. Zack was, well, a guy, chubby and friendly. I got along with him well enough for the two years we attended the same school until his family moved away. He certainly wasn't a badass goth babe.

"I'll take that as a compliment," he said and giggled. Even his voice and mannerisms was feminine. The only hint was the slightly deeper pitch of his voice.

"You shouldn't act so surprised. I mean, look at yourself."

"What?"

"That cosplay! You look so cute!"

"Thanks."

"Are you okay? That must have been a little traumatizing."

Now that the adrenaline had subsided, I did feel a little exhausted. I nodded.

"How about I send you home? I was about to leave anyway."