He has a good morning stretch and looks at himself in the mirror. His body didn’t have breasts, but he did have feminine curves, a soft face, thin limbs, and a cute stance that was sure to turn heads. He was Mystic, a mischievous black cat anthro that loved trouble and had a knack for being a jack of all trades, having random skills and abilities that gave him just enough of an edge to be the crew’s wild card. He put his hands through his hair, styling it in a special way as it fell to just past his shoulders in length. After cleaning himself, he looked into his drawer and smirked as he saw large panties of a variety of colors. He grabbed a blue pair and pulled it up to his waist, blushing as he felt the fabric against his crotch and pull taut as he shimmied to get it past his thighs and ass. He wondered how many people he would fool into believing he was female, and the thought made his cock tent his panties. Maybe he’d get railed in the bathrooms today. His secret slutty tendencies nearly made him rub one out before leaving for school, but he had one thing to do before he arrived, so he quickly got dressed in a baggy hoodie with a 90s graphic on it and some tight but comfortable pants, outlining his curves well.
Leaving his house Mystic arrived on school grounds and met up with…