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By Z. Lacour

There are very few moments in someone's life where they feel true and absolute regret. Getting caught robbing a bank is one of them, or maybe getting yourself into some drunken trouble. I, however, got to experience this terrible feeling of regret pretty young in life when I was caught cutting school one day at the mall. Oh, also, I was dressed as a woman. Let me explain.

My name is Jasper. I'm an 18-year-old rabbit, finishing up the riptide that is high school (after 4 years, it just gets monotonous). As for why I'm writing this, that whole "regret" I went on about, is because, well, I'm into crossdressing. It's been going on for as long as I can remember, this curiosity for women's clothes.

Anyway, the reason for why I was dressed up in public can go back for a while. When I started puberty, I guess one would say my little curiosity did as well. When I thought about women's clothes, arousal started to hit. I began getting fantasies about dressing in cute outfit, going out in public, flirting with boys, things like that. After a few years of it, you tend to want to make that a reality. So, after months of planning, I did.

Here's what happened. It was a Tuesday morning. My parents were about to leave for work. Usually, they have breakfast with me, and then go on their merry way. This morning, however, I stayed in bed. I knew they'd be worried, so when I heard a knock on my door, it was time to act.

"Jasper, sweetie? You ok? You didn't come down for breakfast."

"C-come in..."

In walks mother. So sweet, yet so naïve. "Are you ok, hun? It's not like you to miss breakfast."

"Ooh... please don't mention food..." I tried making it convincing. I still had my head under the covers, just my eyes, hair, and big ol' floppy ears peeking out. I made sure to make a few groans and grumbles.

"Oh, it's your stomach isn't it?" She runs a paw through my long blonde hair. "Any throwing up?" I shake my head. Even when not actually sick, the thought of vomit still skeeved me out. "Hmm... well, stay home from school today. We'll see how you feel tomorrow."

"Amy, is our bunny faking it again?" Dammit. My dad. For a second I thought my plan was ruined. Luckily, my mom is quite gullible.

She rolls her eyes at my out-of-sight father. "Don't worry about him, you're staying home today. If you need anything, don't be afraid to call dad or me, ok?"

I give her a weak smile and a nod as she kisses my forehead, leaving in her business clothes. I drop my act, sitting up, perking my ears, listening to the sounds of light talking, keys jingling, and, finally, doors closing. I peek my head out the window and watch them pull out. Once they leave, I put my plan to action. Well, after another two hours of sleep, anyway. Sleep is fun.

I got up at around 9am, poked my head around the house to make sure there was no one around, and stripped out of my bedclothes. If there's one outfit I loved more than women's clothes, it's no clothes at all, and if the house is empty, why not go nude? I make myself breakfast, relaxing a little bit. At 10, I then put my plan in action.

Step 1: shower. With or without a day of crossing, a morning shower is imperative. I step in, letting the warm water cascade over my nude form. Just the thought of what was to come gets me excited, and when I go so scrub my bits, I find my cock hard. Typical bunny. I did paw off, of course. I couldn't go out dressed as a girl with a boner. It takes about 5 minutes for me to finish. I could edge it, but I wanted to get moving.

Step 2: hair. I get out of the shower, and dry off. I'm careful to make sure I don't poof out. I dry off my long blonde hair, and move into my room. Looking at myself in my full-length mirror, I guess now's a good time to tell you about myself a bit more in depth. I'm a rabbit with light caramel fur, running all along my body, with a white underbelly that runs from my chin to my inner thighs. I have a slim body, and I'm willing to brag because I worked damn hard for it. Just to be cute with myself, I turn around in the mirror, looking over my shoulder. My back is lined with slim muscle. My hips are wider than an average male's, but not with fat. I give my perky butt a cute little wiggle, letting out a girlish giggle, my tail wagging excitedly. Anyway, before I get too off track, or too excited again, hair.

Mine is naturally straight and blonde, something I'm quite proud of. I keep it around shoulder-length, so it's easy to make it look girly. I keep a flat iron under my bed (along with a few other things), and begin going to work.

Step 3: make-up. After the hair is done, comes the hardest part. Make-up is something I've tried to master for the past 3 months. I'd spend hours each night, almost getting caught by my parents, experimenting with different looks. This time, I settled on a light touch. Some eyeliner, a bit of lip-gloss, small things. I want to look casual.

Step 4: my favorite, the outfit. At that moment, I only had one, but it was perfect. I looked at myself in the mirror again, girly hair, body, face. I actually started to get hard again. I reach under my bed again, taking out a box. I open it, and take out its contents. There's a pink blouse, button-up with some cleavage to it, a pink and white plaid skirt, and multiple pairs of panties, mostly pink. I like pink. I slip on the blouse and skirt, rummaging through the underwear and settling on a purple pair with white stripes and a cute little hem. I wiggled my hips into them, feeling the soft cotton snug onto my butt, cock and balls. I looked in the mirror, pulling the skirt up in a cute little curtsey. There was an obvious bulge in the panties, and it was ever-growing.

Step 5: taking care of it. The boner, I mean. Like I said, rabbits.

I looked myself over the mirror. Before me wasn't Jasper. In the mirror was a sexy young bunny with long blonde hair, caramel-colored fur, a sexy smile, and a cute outfit. The blouse goes well with a flat chest, and the skirt covers me up just as well. I turn around to look at my butt. The tiny thing lifts up easily, showing off a little bit my panty-clad ass. Perfect.

Now, I wouldn't have skipped school or dressed up this well for nothing. My plan was simple: dress up and go to the mall. But not the mall in town. I may look good, but I didn't exactly want someone I know finding me dressed up.

I looked at the clock on my nightstand. 12:30. It takes about 40 minutes to get to the malls in the next town over. Very carefully, I slipped on a pair of cute white shoes I keep in my closet, along with my purse.

This was the dangerous part. Getting to my car. After living with the same front lawn for fifteen years, it suddenly turned into the scariest 20 feet of my life. I peeked around, looking for anyone outside. Noon on a weekday wasn't very busy. Just to be safe, I hurried to my car and rushed inside. Once in, I let out a calm breath. Time for some fun.

The drive to the mall took about 30 minutes. I was a bit excited to say the least. I pulled up and looked at the time. 1:03. My folks get home at 5, and that leaves me about four hours to shop and get back home. Plenty of time, even if this mall is pretty big. I took a deep breath, walking out of the car. Out walked not a boy, but the attractive female, hips swaying sexily, skirt lifting up just slightly, a coy smirk over my face.

I spent a full hour on air, going around all different stores, freely buying outfits in places I'd normally get shunned at. A few dresses here, more skirts, some accessories and make-up, a pair of tiny denim shorts, and of course, a trip to the lingerie store. I never expected to pay so much on underwear, but it was worth it. The entire time I felt relaxed. Oddly enough, at some point, I forgot I was a boy I was so into it. The outfit, my well-rehearsed girl voice, my sexy-walk, and all of that just transformed me into a whole new person. Not to mention the stares and occasional hollers from my fellow male mall patrons added to my new ego. I was even approached a few times, given numbers from cute guys, flirting with them a bit. I felt on top of the world, living out my fantasy as an attractive and noticeable woman.

Now, here's where I crashed back down to Earth. It was 2:54 in the afternoon, according to the clock on my phone. I figured I'd hit one last store, get some lunch at the food court, and then head back home.

This last store was a little trendy, catering to the more "fashion-oriented" of the mall-goers. In other words, it was expensive as hell, but I still wanted to at least look around. I was walking around with my bags of clothes and stuff, finding a rack of nice summer dresses, when I took just one random glance to the men's section. A rather attractive male caught my eye, a collie-looking male with scruffy blonde hair. He had on a blue plaid button-up shirt, short sleeves, and dark blue jeans. He was facing me, another button-up shirt covering most of his face as he looked it over. I figured he was cute enough, might as well leave with another number. I decided to use my go-to flirty stare, having it on my face for when he's done examining the article of clothing. He checks the price tag, and I hear an annoyed and disgusted grunt escape his muzzle. He sets it down back on the rack, and decides to look in my direction. Our eyes meet, and he returns the gaze, flirting back with me. However, when I got a good look at his face, my flirty stare melted into a look of pure horror, as there was a sudden realization that just fucked up my entire day: I knew who he was.

As I cower behind the rack of summer dresses that was once an innocent outlet for my girly-boy fetish and now a mockery that might ruin the rest of my high school life, let me tell you about that handsome canine. His name is Leon Greywolf, a fellow classmate of mine. He's not just Border collie, but also half-wolf. His blonde hair partially covers his face: a black forehead, and gray over his eyes with a white-furred muzzle. After years of staring at his butt in the hallway I know his tail is black, white-tipped, and very poofy. We never talked much, only had a few classes together, and at most we just knew each other's name. But now, he just saw me dressed as a female. Go figure.

I stood there for a good ten seconds, cowering, before getting a thought together. I'd choose the "get-the-fuck-out" approach, by simply getting the fuck out of the store, of course. I reached down for my bags and turned around to run out of the store, yet there was an obstacle in my way that seemed to just suddenly appear there. A very handsome obstacle at that, but still, I couldn't get the fuck out. I let out a little squeak-scream-thing, looking up into Leon's face.

"Hey there," He said in his smooth tone, confidence all over his face. Gods, if we didn't go to the same school, I would've flirted with him so hard!

"H-hi...." I managed to squeak out, obvious blush over my face.

"I'm Leon."

"B-Bella."

"Well, Bella, it's a pleasure to meet you. What brings you over here?" He was standing with his arms crossed, leaning against the wall just slightly. He didn't seem to see who I was, so I could still get out of this. I just needed to flirt back, get his number, and run. I cleared my throat, regaining my fake composure.

"Oh, just skipping classes today for a fun mall visit."

"Hmm, not so much of a good girl, eh?"

I let out a girlish giggle. "Maybe, maybe not..."

"Well, I just so happened to do the same." Of fucking course he did. "Do you go to school in this town? I haven't seen you in mine before." Thank gods.

"Yea, I'm a senior here. I'm guessing you are too? You seem too handsome to be in high school."

"Well, you're quite lovely yourself..." This went on for a bit. I kinda wanted to milk it. It was pretty thrilling, really, flirting with danger. Well, I guess I was enjoying it a bit too much.

"So, Bella, I was wondering if you'd like to join me for a meal?" I felt a familiar tightness in the front of my panties. Oh shit... I thought. My heart started racing, and I took a glance down. Yup, the skirt was tenting up. It was pretty noticeable. I had my purse, luckily, and covered it up, but it wasn't enough to calm me down. I started to panic again, a blush forming across my face.

"Uh-uhmm... I'll be right back!" This is where I got the fuck out. It was a lot less graceful then what I had planned earlier. What made it worse was that I left all of my bags with a confused and probably annoyed Leon. Poor guy, he just wanted to score.

I raced to the nearest bathroom, running into the ladies' room, quickly checking all the stalls. No one in them, good. I had to make this quick. I take the stall furthest away from the door, shutting it and taking a deep breath. I reach under my skirt and pulled my panties down to my ankles. My cock was rock hard, throbbing against the hem of my skirt, dripping my precum onto the floor. I get to work. It was so sensitive, I knew I wouldn't last long.

As I was stroking my cock, I let out girly moans, trying to stifle them. I was close to an orgasm, picturing my ass getting pounded by Leon while in my skirt and blouse. How funny.

Just when I felt myself get close to the point of no return, I hear the bathroom door open. I let out a small gasp and stop stroking, listening for the person to leave. I put my ear to the stall door. Whoever it was had a lot of bags. Quite a few, actually. Plus, they were stopping at every stall. Oh, gods, please don't have it be-

"Jaaasper..." I hear a sing-songy voice call out in the bathroom. My eyes go wide. This wasn't happening. Those canine feet reach my stall, setting those bags down on the ground. "I know you're in that stall, Jasper."

I didn't know what to do. Instead I stepped out of my panties, stepping back about a foot, nearly to the toilet. Then I noticed something. In my horny panic, I forgot to lock the stall door. Apparently Leon noticed, and with a terrible creak he opens the stall. I let out a little gasp, turning around and tugging my skirt down to cover my front. I look back over my shoulder, scared and nervous, skirt lifted up in the back, showing off my bare butt to the canine, shaking a bit.

"P-please, Leon, don't tell anyone!" I plead, still in my girly voice. There was fear in my eyes, looking like a prey bunny to a hungry wolf. Well, half-wolf, anyway. He stood there in the doorway, hands at his hips, giving me a coy smile.

Then he did something I really didn't expect. He moves closer toward me, and gets close. Real close, pressing his front up to me. His hands move sensually along my sides, strong fingers holding onto me. I let out a subby gasp as those hands move lower, running under my skirt, massaging my hips, and then moving back. I let out a gasp as his hands move to cup my butt. No fucking way, I thought.

"Listen here, bunny," he cooed into my ear. "I won't give you away, that's just an awful thing to do. I won't use this..." he squeezes my rump, letting a little gasp slip from my throat, "...for some sick blackmail, either. Everyone has their kinks. Just say the word, and I'll leave. But, say another word, and I'll give you what you want..." He pressed his crotch against my ass, and I feel his hardening cock under his jeans, that huge sheath filling up. I leaned back against him a bit, tilting my head to meet his. Free sex from a hot collie/wolf without any fears of anyone at school finding out, all while dressed up and in a women's bathroom? Um, yes?

I pressed my lips to his, turning around to face him, his hands still on my ass. Our eyes close and we melt into the kiss, our bodies pressed against each other, my cock throbbing against his jeans. Our tongues dance, rubbing against themselves, as we both moan into the kiss. I break it, giving him a sexy smirk.

"Yes..." I whisper in my girly voice, letting out a giggle as I get down on my knees. Bella's back. My fingers find their way to his button and zipper, quickly undoing them and pulling them down to his ankles. I let out a murr, pressing my muzzle to his groin, inhaling his musk deeply. My tongue worked its way out, lapping at his fuzzy balls and sheath, taking an orb in my mouth and sucking lightly. One hand reaches his hip, the other works its way to his sheath, pink tip poking out. I lick my lips, pulling the furry sleeve back past his knot, stroking there. I watch in awe as he hardens and grows before my eyes, licking at his tip and tasting his sweet pre. It took every fiber of my being not to stroke my own cock. Plus his moans were insanely sexy. His paw moved to the back of my head, stroking my hair tenderly. I look up, meet his half-closed eyes with mine, returning his sweet smile, before taking the tip of his cock in my mouth, feeling that slick throbbing cock fill my muzzle. I close my eyes, moaning on his meat as I bob my head up and down on it, my tongue running under his tip. His pre shoots out in my maw, and I swallow it hungrily. I look back up, his head was tilting back, now, moaning out, eyes closed.

"Oh...Bella..." He used my female name. I loved it. As much as I loved to suck his cock, I knew we didn't have time for a second round, and I needed to get off. I pulled off of his cock, giving the throbbing tip a little kiss. I stand back up kissing along his neck and collarbone, before moving against the wall, pressing my hands up to it, facing away from Leon, ass pointed out at him with my skirt lifted, tail raised just above the hem, wagging in anticipation. I didn't say a word, just looked back at him with my eyes half-closed, biting my lower lip and smiling a little. He knew what to do.

Leon gave me a little smirk back, licking two fingers on his right paw, bringing both down to my ass. I let out a moan as he takes my left cheek, roughly swatting it before grabbing it, letting out a growl, spreading it and revealing my tight pink hole. Those lubed fingers of his find their way to my pucker, pressing and rubbing my sensitive muscle before working their way in. I clench and relax for his fingers, moaning louder, felling his digits press into me.

"Good girl..." he coos, thrusting his fingers in and out of my ass. This drove me crazy. I close my eyes and point my head down, moaning loudly as he fingers me. I press my ass against his paw, trying to get him to go deeper in me. He lets out a chuckle. "I guess you're ready, Bella." I feel his fingers retreat from my butt, and I knew what was coming. I looked back over my shoulder, seeing Leon stroke his cock, placing a hand on my ass, and point that dripping tip against me. I feel it press up to my tight anal ring, and I let out a moan, pushing my ass back against him again.

"Ready hun?"

Was I ready, pssh. "Fuck me, stud..."

With a growl, he presses into me, slowly. His pre and spit was good enough lube, but still. He was big enough to make me wince. His cock presses into me, filling me up as my ass relaxes around him. I feel him press into me up to his knot, and he begins thrusting.

Leon started slow, moaning every now and again. I, on the other hand, moaned a lot more than him. My eyes were closed, head tilted back, paw stroking my own meat. My girly moans were echoing through the bathroom, along with the lewd noises from his cock in my ass. His thrusts quickened, pushing faster and harder into my ass.

"Mm Bella, you're a naughty bunny... You love it when I fuck you hard." Oh, I did. My walls clench around his cock hungrily. My nails scrape along the wall of the stall, leaving long scratch marks.

"Nn.. y-yes! Leon, fuck me harder!"

This wasn't my first time, mind you. The few experiences I had before this were fun, but not exactly as intense as this. He managed to use that cock of his as a wonderful tool, his every inch pulsing and throbbing in my ass.

I was in bliss. His cock was hitting my prostate with every thrust, increasing in speed. I knew I wouldn't last long, feeling every curve of his thick member throbbing and shooting pre deep into my ass.

"Nnngg....Leon!"

"That's right, babe...cum for me."

And I did just that. With a loud feminine cry, I stroke my cock hard and fast, my ass clenching around that thick dog cock as he thrusts fast, reaching deeper into me, as my climax hits. I shoot my bunny cum all over the stall and floor, thick white ropes shooting out hard.

The clenching muscles from my orgasm must've been a huge stimulation for Leon, as he came right after me, pushing in hard, his knot still outside of my ass though, shooting his thick cum deep into my ass as his orgasm hit. He moans loud, and I feel him fill me up. I let out a moan, feeling that hot canine cream coat my insides. To this day I regret not letting him finish in my mouth; there was just so much of it...

Once we were both done cumming, he pulls out of me, his cum spilling out of my ass, covering my furry balls. My tail was still wagging, and I let out a girlish giggle. I counted my blessing that he didn't tie. That would mean quite a while being tied in the bathroom stall, risking some poor female quite a sight.

"Mm...thanks stud," I cooed to him.

"Pleasure's all mine, but I think we need to clean you up..."

Yes, that was absolutely necessary. I watch him as he takes my panties in his paw, using them as a rag to clean up the cum from my ass as it spills out. I found it quite a turn-on, my underwear now a cum rag, even more so when he stuffed it into his pocket when he was done.

"I hope you don't mind going commando the rest of the day."

Sure, I could've just put on a new pair of underwear I got today, but the thought of having nothing on underneath a tiny skirt appealed to me. I turned back around, kissing Leon deep on the lips, running my paws along his back. He returned the kiss with a grope to my butt, getting a giggle out of both of us.

So, Leon and I walked out of the bathroom. Uncaught, thankfully. My skirt was just long enough to cover my bits. Well, barely. I was just thankful I didn't pop another boner. We got to know each other better over a meal at the food court, before I needed to head out. We walked back to my car, hand in hand, sharing bags to carry. We loaded up my car with my new stuff, before giving each other another kiss, arms wrapped around one another.

"So, we should meet up sometime. Maybe when you're dressed up?" Horny dog.

"I'll let you know," I tease with a wink, giving his lips a lick before climbing back into my car. I start it up, and pull out. Before I took off, I blew Leon a kiss, the canine standing there with a smile. He catches the kiss, pressing his paw to his lips. It was adorable, I had to chuckle at him.

Oh yea, I thought. He's a keeper.