>"Erm...Fang?"
>Pulled out of the fascinating narrative of bug facts and tattoo tips, the ptero looked up at the human nervously rubbing at his nape.
>And oddly pulling at his pants.
>"What's up?"
>Anon was silent for a few moments, before finally speaking up, opting to lean against the doorway.
>"So you know how you..you know...got a little *bitey*...last night?
>She raised an eyebrow.
>"Yeah? What about it?"
>Her boyfriend fidgeted in place. A far cry from his usual laid-back if not chaotic demeanour.
>It'd be cute if it weren't so out of place.
>"Well, uhm.....it's not coming back."
>Fang's brain skipped a cycle.
>"Eh?"
>Without so much as preparation for him pulling his trousers down, Fang pre-emptively covered her eyes in embarrassment. (With a few fingers parted to get hopeful glimpses of her skinnie's package.)
>"You can look now...."
>Except what she saw was not a hill, nor even a bump.
>Just pure flat plateau covered in the white briefs her s/o wore.
>....
>"WHAT THE FUC-"
>"That's not all..."
>She looked incredulously at him like he had gone mad.
>Only to see another glaringly strange detail. His face was far softer than she remembered. Almost spritely and effeminate, instead of chiselled.
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>"Mom, please stop. This fic sucks. I'm not even into this weird brand of genderbender."
>"Madam, you are going to sit through all 50 pages of this masterpiece and you are going to appreciate true literature whether you like it or not!"
>The stego progeny huffed.
>"Or else it's watching Lucky Star on repeat all afternoon again."
>Cynthia groaned into a slide down her chair.
>Her mom was a complete fucking weirdo. But she knew how to make threats.
>God slice of life was so fucking lame.