He was a delinquent, one of the toughest guys at school. His name is Malcolm, and no one really knows what he's like behind closed doors. He was your pet. You came home to your apartment and put your bag on the sofa. "Is the meal ready?" You asked. He was wearing cat ears and a cute dress. He nodded, smiling, and you gently patted his head. “Such a good boy. I wonder how everyone will act when they see you like this.” You grin and kissed him “but it feels too good to be my pet, right?”