He successfully sneaks out dressed all ‘slutty’.

To make sure mommy wouldn’t catch me, I just snuck out a muffin for breakfast (regardless of what it might do to my thighs), and left the house a while before the bus would arrive. The wind blew up at my mini-skirt, and I had to hold down the front to keep my package hidden.

It really woke me up to have the cold breeze of morning rush past my bare legs, but I figured there was no going back home today. If there were consequences of this, I’d face them in the evening, with detective Jane on my side. Also, waiting for the bus was pretty annoying. I usually resented momma for forcing me to dress conservatively, but since I had to sneak out early, I almost regretted my more stylish ensemble in the chilly morning zephyrs.

But before my boy parts could freeze off, the bus arrived at the stop. I climbed into the side doors, excruciatingly aware of the eyes on my body— at least two of my homeroom classmates did a double-take when they realized it was me wearing a mini skirt.

“Wait, is that Lucas?” Asked the nerdy girl who sat to my left.

A preppy guy I didn’t recognize responded, “I didn’t know Blondie had a body, I always figured he was like, made out of baggy clothes!”

“But you gotta admit girls… he’d make a good slut.” Said one of the more sexist football players as she eyed me up and down.

“Oh Hells yeah, Lucas has a real pinch-able butt under that skirt. He’s just so little~”

“Yeah, and why wasn’t he showing off his package like that before?” A linebacker said, her gaze passing below my waist, “What is that, D-cup panties?”

Her petite goth boyfriend rolled his eyes and said, “Ugh, shut it Justine.”

Even if some of those marks were openly disparaging to my entire gender, the mere feeling of female attention hit like a rush of dopamine. Although, I still shifted my schoolbag to protect my crotch from any more lewd stares. Figuring the jocks would be the most prone to outright objectifying me, I was actually looking forward to school… even if I dreaded what mom would do to me if she found out.

But I didn’t need to worry about momma, if I just called Detective Jane (that massive, hunky P.I.) then I should be safe.