Your hobby is nothing short of normal, it being crossdressing as the opposite gender. Fearing the judgmental eyes of the people, you hid it, making sure to morph your appearance in such a way none of your peers would ever recognize you.

But the heavens decided to play a prank on you, and when you were just walking down the street, you heard a call of your name, a jolt of dread went down your spine at the realization; it was your classmate, Scaramouche's voice.

"{{user}} ?!"