Trap Day(P) Mature

[Verse]

Always the anime enthusiast, Haru never failed to visit the local anime shop located in Karakura town square. His partner for life, and lover, Ren in tow. Often would Haru spend the day buying anime paraphernalia and cosplay materials, whilst Ren sat dully eyed, bored with her lover’s extravaganzas. This tradition carried on today, beginning with the two cross-dressers walking home from school, where like always, they fought over one minuscule thing or another, ending with them changing clothes and heading out. Haru, indulged his strange dressing habits that typically came in the form of a gothic Lolita outfit.

Bedecked with rosebuds pasted to the rim of a large hat sitting sideways on the youth’s delicate head, followed by an elaborately detailed dress of similar fashion. All of which was slathered in pink with secondary colors peppered lightly across its design, a stark contrast to Ren’s more “normal attire”. Due to the lad’s already effeminate build, most people mistook him for some strange cosplayer, instead of the boy they’d came to know as Haru.

Haru prattled on mindlessly about whatever new cartoon he’d ingested, or some vulgar joke high school boys exchanged between one another. “It was AWESOME, Rin-chan! Heero was like I am doomed and then he got like really, really powerful! AND BLEW THE EVIL MECHA UP! It was so fucking cool, Rin! ” He’d said with childish enthusiasm and a girly voice befitting his appearance. Clutching her hand tightly, Haru dragged Ren from aisle to aisle as the high schooler happily looked around his favorite little shop. Haru’s allowance disappearing with each purchase of whatever caught his eye. With four bags of goodies to his name, the crossdresser raced to a small clothing store next door. Rin following behind as she carried all four bags.

The interior was what one would expect from a clothing store. Mannequins stood proudly before store windows showing off the latest merchandis. “Ooh, Rin would look sexy in that.” A rack of lingerie sitting shamelessly in the store aisle beckoned the weird little otaku inside. Ironically enough. Haru greatly wanted Rin to dress more feminine, which was few and far between. She’d always argued with him about it, or simply outright ignored the lad, but he’d hoped that she was too tired from their earlier jaunt to resist.

The shop was quiet save for a few customers, all of whom were a mix of middle-aged women and teen girls. Admittedly, it was a bit awkward with all of the females around, but Haru knew most people mistook him for a girl alleviating his concerns. Leading her by the hand again, Haru dragged the weary Rin, over to the shelf heavy with lacy undergarments. “Oh, wow, hello little boy is this your girlfriend?” Asked a woman flanked on either side by a group of young girls. Back turned as he searched the shelves, Haru was completely oblivious to the females behind him. “Aww, are you two on a date? That’s so cute.” Before Rin could answer, the young girl found herself bombarded by a string of girlish giggles and insipid questions. “Ha! Yeah, these would look good on you, Rin, chan.” An wide smile plastered on his face, Haru turned around just in time to notice the queer stares from the previously chatty women. “Uh..Rin, who are they?”

[Ren Chikamatsu]

Of all the things to criticize, today he chose her preference in undergarments. Taking off her shirt, he pointed out that she always wore sports bras, "So?" was her automatic response, what a mistake. The usual argument ensued; why would she never wear pushup bras for him; probably have a much larger bust of she didn't wear such constricting clothes, so on and so forth. Not that she was completely flat chested, it was just that her choice in lingerie was particularly useful for pushing back her natural assets. They fought over many trivial things though, and the argument was usually one sided, Haru being the one with a problem all the time. Ai was always indifferent to his concerns for her dress. His argument was always hypocritical to begin with.

Despite Haru's eccentric tastes, Ai Ren's fashion sense is a lot more tame and modern. As usual, a large sports jacket, white with twin red racing stripes down either sleeve, was layering over her sports bra; baggy jeans, over boxers. Unlike many girls, well, all girls, she couldn't care less about her hair or anything like that, her boyfriend (if you could call him that) was the only one who really brushed her hair at all.

As to why he complained about anything at all was beyond Ren, and with her ears happily plugged and blaring with some strange techno remix of the Mario theme song, Haru went on talking and rambling. Every time his lips moved, in the corner of her eye she determined if she should nod or just grumbled out a 'oh' or 'ahm'. Whatever to keep him from complaining as she was dragged from here to there. Sadly, one thing she did hate about her partner here was that he could go on talking forever, whether she listened or not, it didn't matter either way. Between her loud music, his voice crept in, that adorable high pitched tone that only seemed to fit him while on other girls it was repulsive. The way he clung to her arm was just down right adorable, it was too bad that she void of almost all emotion, if not, a soft blush would be on her cheeks. Ren didn't care much (surprisingly) for his taste in shopping either, usually a strange looking cosplayer would never catch her eye, but maybe it was love that made her admire his flashy and showy ways.

With every bag that way thrown on her arm, it became harder to change the songs on her mp3, eventually Haru winning the battle with the music player being tucked into the girl's coat pocket before taking up the merchandise. He shopped, a lot, but he could afford to, unlike herself, better yet, as mentioned before, she didn't care much for it. Content without all the flashy, feminine accessories and what not, she looked at a completely different array of items in every store. Heavy gold and silver watches, italian chains, and bulky rings adorned with diamonds and other jewels. It could be her estrogen peeking through her boxers but she had a strange lover for jewelry, something she'd never admit aloud, Haru would gladly try and buy her the diamond earrings if it meant she'd be more feminine. Haru was cute though, no denying that in his frilly, abnormally pink dress and hat, looking over him with her eternally unamused expression. Leaning towards the boy in disguise while his back was turned, a random moment of affection overtook the usually emotionally void tomboy when she leaned in to hug her beloved, but he left the store leaving her to step forward into the now empty space as the bags in her hands swung back and forth.

A sigh escaped her as if she had been holding her breath, and it took some time for her to react again as she shuffled her feet to the exit and followed Haru's trail of confused passerby's and intrigued stares to yet another store. A frilly one at that, with nothing but women's clothing. With a foot in the door, she spun around on that same heel and walked back out. Not her kind of place to be; taking sudden interest in a pebble under her sneaker, she rolled it about quietly for a good few minutes. Should she, or should she not? Kicking it away, with a deep breath she bravely ventured into the store, maybe if she actually listened to him ramble on about the joy of pink and lace, she'd get something nice tonight.

There, in her face, she was at the worst place imaginable as she crept up behind Haru, he was standing at the lingerie rack. Hopefully, he was moving on to wearing panties himself, maybe an adhesive bra even. That was the hope of course. Twisting the corner of her mouth into an expression of uncertainty, she decided maybe it'd be best to go back outside, a foot already behind her to turn about quickly and escape the argument she knew would be coming up when she refused what ever he would offer. Sadly though, a barricade of women trapped her there, next to this rack of horrors as they bombarded her with things that were of no concern to them at all. With no intention to answer them, her heart sank at her lover's words, Ha! Yeah, these would look good on you, Rin-chan.” This drew the once adoring, and happy expressions of the women surrounding them into looks of question and doubt. Her face could only fall blank once more, opening her mouth for the first time since the argument hours before, "Yeah...they're adorable...but not so much for a guy..." her tone of voice matched her appearance, much deeper than most girls her age, but not exactly masculine, there were definitely undertones of a soft feminine note in her speech. With her last words, she turned to give Haru a glance, giving her back to the women as she mouthed out the words 'Shut.... up...'. She refused completely to dress like a girl, having to wear a girl's uniform was enough during the day, even under her skirt were always a pair of boxers. Quickly, she snatched a handful of assorted bras, panties, and other lingerie from the rack in both hands, and ushered Haru towards the dressing rooms in the back of the store without another word, "Please excuse us..."

[Verse]

Perplexed by what was happening around him, Haru stood dumbstruck by Rin’s behavior and the sudden intrusion and subsequent bombardment of questions by the women, thereafter. Haru’s anime drunk brain would have mere minutes to process these events, however; before the little trap was whisked away by his lover. Bras and panties aplenty stuffed under the teenage girl’s arm, while she dragged him with the other4 much to the bewilderment of Haru. While being yanked by his collar typically demanded some form of protest, Haru was so puzzled he hadn’t even fully registered her actions. He wasn’t the only one confused, however; as a few customer’s who’d overheard Haru now looked queerly at the cross dressers. “Rin, rin, what is wrong with you?” Asked Haru, his usually cheerfully effeminate tone replaced with a distinctly manlier one.

“Fuck, my dress.” In Rin’s haste to escape she stepped on Haru’s dress, tearing it. The fact that pulling him along only made things worse as he’d stepped on it as well. The onlookers expressions one of befuddlement until the duo disappeared into the dressing room. The inside of the boutique’s changing area offered no sanctuary either, as it was filled with teen girls and older women. Immediately they caught sight of the curious little boy holding women’s lingerie and the cosplayer, who seemed to have a bulge in her panties. Frozen in place, the oddly dressed duo was again, bombarded with questions. “Young man, what are you doing two doing?” Asked one woman followed by the voice of the other ladies.

“Oh shit, is that..a?” “Oh wow..those boys are cute.” “Hey, its Rin.” Pinned in between two hordes of pestering females that trapped them. Haru, freed himself from Rin’s surprisingly strong grasp, taking hold of the poor girl. “My boyfriend was just holding some stuff for me and I seem to have ripped my dress. Teehee We are really much older than we look.” Using Rin as a shield to now cover his exposed manbits, he ignored his little secret and politely brushed off their questions. Rin wasn’t of much help, being the type to run away from an issue, although in this case he couldn’t blame here. He knew most of them wouldn’t buy what he was selling, but desperate times called for desperate measures, and they were desperate all right.

Oddly enough, Haru quite enjoyed the fear such situations induced in he and Rin. He’d often wondered to himself what it would be like to further explore this little fetish. The arousal he got from it demanded such actions at least. Gripping Rin’s shoulder’s with his soft fingers the odd boy would play hero this time. Quickly the young boys eyes shifted from left to right as he looked for some means of escape. The shadows couldn’t help him this time it appeared. Perhaps he could just walk into one of the changing rooms, but they were all in use. Well, that was until a woman walked out of the changing room directly next to the odd couple. Ignorant of what transpired just outside she politely excused herself before leaving the changing room, prompting Haru to whisk his tomboy lover into the unoccupied room. Safely hidden in their little hideaway, Haru steamed and fumed, while Rin, as always stood apathetically by, possibly just glad to be away from what would have been a humiliating ordeal.

She always just sat around listening while Haru complained, bitched, and nagged. Of course, he secretly enjoyed it. Rin was so wonderfully impassive and obedient it made him rather hot. Just like back then Rin stood by awaiting Haru’s usual verbal beatings, but today things changed. Haru loved that fear and shame Rin experienced whenever people discovered her little secret. Telling Rin to stand up straight, the little cosplayer maneuvered around her. “Rin-chan, I am sorry I got you into this mess. I apologize. ” He whispered in her ear, sweetly yet Rin was doubtlessly able to see through his games. Haru knew this too, but Rin was fairly obedient and more than willing to oblige her strange lover’s wishes. He also knew just how to get to her. Wrapping his arms around her waist, Haru sent his fingers up her stomach, sliding betwixt her pushed down her well hidden breast. “Btw, Rin chan, did you like it when we were almost caught?” Eyeing the bras and panties scattered on the floor before them, the cosplayer enacted his little plan. “Rin, you like it when I dress like a man and do things like this too you, no?”

Haru’s voice became deep, like a boy should sound yet still retaining that air of youth, like all normal boys do. Removing his right arm from her waist, the little trap removed his hat, tossing it casually onto the floor, after which he tore the dress from his body. Whatever Rin was thinking it was too late now, although; the blush on her face told Haru everything he wanted to know. “Rin, I will make love to you like a man should love a woman."

Returning his fingers to the cranny betwixt her breast, the crossdresser slid his fingers into her pants, electing a moan from the poor girl. She protested, but he pressed on and when she tried to stop him. He mere tightened his other arm around her midsection. Her cries of embarrassment and desire for freedom was a maddening aphrodisiac. The Hollow that bit him was truly a blessing as he had never before felt such intense pleasure. Delving further into her unmentionables, Haru found something most excellent. Rin’s face grew even redder at the sensation Haru’s fingers caused as they slid around the surface around her vagina. “I knew there were was a girl somewhere in there.” He could feel the bulge in his pants grow with every moan he inspired from Rin. “Oops” He said as his index fingers stabbed the girls barren vagina.