[u]{All characters depicted in this work of fiction are of legal age of consent.}

[/u]“That is bullshit of the highest order!” Vandal accused, making Baddy laugh.

The bar was already noisy as the night crowd rolled in, so nobody paid the rowdy conversation at the duo’s table any mind. The human and his anthro canine friend were already three beers in, with one empty seat between them that had been due to be occupied almost twenty minutes ago. But Baddy had gotten so impatient waiting for their friend, he just had to share his latest story about what happened to him on his last job abroad.

“Martha and Lela Priest, both at the same time,” the Belgian Malinois assured with a big grin. “Believe that.”

“Believe what?” Vandal laughed. “Ever since high school you’ve been spinning tall tales.”

“This is different. It involves neither werewolf janitors or vampire headmistresses.” When the human gave him a sceptical look, Baddy threw up his hands in frustration. “Okay, if you don’t believe my story, who’s to say your story about – uh, whatshername? Luna, that’s it. What’s to say that story you told about Luna was true?”

“Well, okay, first of all, my story is true obviously. Yours can’t possibly be true because Martha and Lela Priest are both way out of your league.”

“Fuck you.” 

Baddy flipped his friend the bird and Vandal laughed into his beer. Truth be told, he did believe Baddy’s story. He just refused to let Baddy have a win without giving him a bit of a hard time.

“Anyway. You’re in the Gulf of Aiden, sandwiched between the baroness and her precious daughter,” Vandal commented after a sip of his drink. “Now what? You gonna move into their mansion next?”

“Oh, hell no. My ass got fired,” Baddy said, almost making Vandal do a spit-take. “That family lawyer was not happy with me. But Martha made sure I got a nice severance package. And she’s been sending letters of recommendation to all her friends. Already got a few new jobs lined up.”

“You need an IT guy?”

“Why? Don’t you have a job already? Fixing computers for that hot MILF who fucks you on the side?”

“Well, that’s kind of the problem.” Vandal shrugged. “Luna got pretty handsy at work a while ago and people are starting to notice.”

Baddy scoffed. “You’re gonna voluntarily break it off with the hot billionaire entrepreneur thirsty for your dick because people at the office found out?”

“Break off what? She only wants sex. Which I’m happy to give, by the way. Just… y’know. Office politics and drama is the shit I could do without. We actually talked about it already and she understands. She offered to pay me for sex until I find a new job.”

Baddy slapped down his beer bottle with enthusiasm. “Good deal! Take it!”

“Yeah, you would say that,” Vandal said with a laugh.

As the two friends were laughing, a slender hand pulled out the seat they had saved at their table. And with the elegance of a pixie; a slender, petite young lady their age slid into the chair. She was almost ghostly silent, and were it not for the scraping of the chair legs followed by the click of her high heels on the wooden floor, Baddy hardly would have noticed her get comfortable. When he did notice, he almost whirled around to yank the seat out from under her, thinking some usurper was about to lay claim to the chair they’d saved for their friend.

What stopped him was the sexy cut of the anthro mouse’s shimmering red dress, and the way she sat facing him with her long, slim legs crossed. She had a bob of voluminous golden hair that matched her lovely golden eyes, with deep red lipstick that matched her dress standing out against pale fur.

The girl was a bit flat, but her cute, petite features with long tapered legs held a sexy femininity that made Baddy do a rapid one-eighty from angry to flirty. The whippy change in his demeanour actually made Vandal rub his neck like he’d been given whiplash.

“Hey there,” Baddy greeted with a half grin, leaning in the cute mouse’s direction. “Not that I mind you pulling up a seat, we actually saved that chair for our friend, Milo. My lap is free if you really wanna sit, though.”

As the mouse girl smiled, some of that lovely feminine confidence seemed to dissipate though. Which at first confused him, because any lady wearing a dress like that should have had the confidence to fight dragons.

The mouse seemed to shrink inward a little as she answered with some effort, “Well, it’s a good thing I’m Milo then.”

Vandal, recognising the voice despite the higher tones, let his jaw drop open.

Baddy was silent for the same beat, then suddenly demanded, “What the fuck happened to you!?”

Milo’s bashful little smile remained and his cheek’s flushed bright red. “You could say I had an awakening.”

“The force turned you into a girl?”

Vandal kicked baddy in the shin under the table. “Baddy, for fuck’s sake. Do you have no tact?”

That clearly being the case, Baddy waved the human off, still addressing Milo.[b] [/b]“So, do I call you Milo or Milla now?”

The mouse considered it for a moment, the shy little grin parting his pink lips as it broadened into a smile. Genuinely, Milo was glad these were the only questions Baddy was asking.[b]

“[/b]Hadn’t given it any thought yet. I like the sound of Milla, actually.”

Baddy slapped the table as if he’d made a super-important point. “Then Milla it is! See? I’m asking the important questions here!” he told Vandal in an ‘I-told-you-so’ tone before he turned back to the mouse. “So are you gonna like pad your bra or try to grow out your chest with hormones? I dunno how it works, really, but I think you’d look pretty good with a bigger rack. That’s not to say you’re not rocking the flat chested look. Also, what the fuck happened? I’m gonna need details. Also, how did you start off? You just walk into the store one day and ask for lipstick, a sexy dress and fuck-me-heels?”

Vandal groaned into his hands with the sheer cringe behind his so-called ‘important’ questions. ‘Milla,’ on the other hand didn’t seem to mind in the slightest. With another sigh of relief that these were the main things on Baddy’s mind, she managed a tinkling little laugh.

“Don’t answer him,” Vandal said. “He doesn’t need the encouragement.”

“Well, I don’t mind the curiosity, Baddy. Honestly I would have thought you guys would be… y’know… horrified?”

That made Baddy pause, and straightening up he looked at Vandal with a shrug.

“Why would you think that?” Vandal asked.

“I dunno. I just thought-… this is a bit of a radical change, I guess. I’m late because I was so worried what you’d say.” Milla’s voice became quiet as she flattened out a few ruffles in her dress nervously. “I… was worried you wouldn’t want to be my friend anymore.”

Vandal looked genuinely confused as he looked her up and down. “Really? Of course we’re still friends. This,” – he gestured Milla up and down – “doesn’t make any difference to me. I mean, it’s a bit weird, yeah, and this is going to take some getting used to. But we’ve been friends since school. I’m not gonna stop hanging out with you just because you want to be a girl instead of a guy.”

Her smile returning to her lips, she looked at Baddy next.

He shrugged like he didn’t fully understand what was going on anyway. “Fuckin’-A. You were a girly-boy before. Now you’re a girl with boy-parts. Makes no difference to me.”

Vandal face-palmed. “Christ.”

Ignoring him again, Baddy hopped his chair closer to Milla’s side, then looked around like he was going share a super serious secret with her. “So, like… do you fuck guys now, or are you still into the ladies?”

“Baddy, c’mon!”

Milla laughed at the question though, another pleasant little tinkle of crystalware escaping her lovely red lips. “I’m not entirely sure to be honest.” Then leaning into Baddy, she flirtatiously ran a slender finger under the bewildered canine’s chin. “Can I still sit in your lap while I think about it~?”