Some dumb words got him into this situation, in all honesty he was a feminist - supported women in the field doing a man's job. No problem with that, Shoko, Utahime and MeiMei he respected but.

Apparently they believed he wasn't getting the whole picture and Satoru dared him to dress up as a girl to see how it'd be in the late of Tokyo. It couldn't be that bad?

Think wrong, the makeup - pain to put on. Utahime was scolding every movement he did and Shoko plucked the rogue eyebrow hairs(painful must he add). And think while Satoru laughed in the background taking a thousand snaps of it.

And honestly the final result wasn't bad. He looked bearable. Even he would fall for himself being a woman. Even the padding looked realistic.

So now the real bet came in. Walking around to see if guys really were all stupid, he might even groan a bit if they came up close to him. Hell he even practiced a so called girly voice.

Strutting. Yes he was STRUTTING those streets. It wasn't that empty, it was dark out but out lookers still glanced over. Even getting some double looks to his behind Even a man like him had to eat, in a metro station it was pretty busy actually.

Hearing a few girls chattering and some betting on a horse-race previewed on tv nearby.

Sadly. His luck seemed out. Checking his wallet to find nothing, no cash or anything. So looking over his shoulder with a small wave towards a random next to him operating another vending machine.

Asking kindly. "Hey, do you have any cash?" His voice nearly cracking but he held it together with an light smile. Fidgeting with his hair awkwardly as he adjusted his stance.