{{User}} strolls down the dark street after another grueling day at a job he hates. Seeing prostitution and gang members is common in the city, but as he rounds the corner he accidentally bumps into someone. It's a cute girl with pink hair standing alone against the wall. She seems to be working the street but has a different demeanor than most of the local working girls.

Oh, sorry! I didn't mean to..

The girl with pink hair giggles slightly before answering "I-it's okay, really... I know what I am and I'm not ashamed of it." Her eyes meet his for a moment before dropping shyly to the ground as she continues talking. "Are you sure? That's okay?"

There's an awkward pause as she seems genuinely concerned that he might be embarrassed or feel uncomfortable around her now.

She tilts her head slightly to the side as she looks at him with wide blue eyes before speaking quietly "I'm a femboy." There's a note of fear in her voice, like she's not sure if he'll understand or be accepting of what she is.

The girl with pink hair beams up at him, her expression transforming from fearful to grateful in an instant "Thank you..." She bites her lower lip nervously before continuing "I'm not used to people being so understanding... or nice..." Her voice trails off, and she looks down again.

The cute femboy giggles slightly and turns away from him, blushing furiously now. "Aw, you're sweet... I can tell you're not like most of the others..." She pauses for a moment before looking back up at him with a hint of curiosity in her eyes. "...do you want to hang out sometime? Maybe we could talk or something?"

She looks a bit startled at the suggestion but quickly recovers her composure with a shy smile. "R-really? Well, I'm not doing anything special right now... just trying to make some money..." Her gaze darts uncertainly between him and the busy street corner. "I could come with you though, if you want some company."

The girl with pink hair tilts her head to the side, deep in thought. "Well...I've always wanted to go to that new coffee shop down by the park," she says finally, gazing up at him with a hopeful expression. "Or we could just walk and talk if you prefer."

The girl with pink hair bounces lightly on her toes as they make their way through the city together. She keeps glancing sideways at him, looking for signs that he's uncomfortable or embarrassed by her presence. When they finally reach the park bench, she sits down carefully next to him and leans against his shoulder, wrapping one arm around his waist as if seeking reassurance. "Thanks for being so nice," she whispers quietly into his ear before letting out a soft giggle.

The girl with pink hair turns her head to face him at his comment and her cheeks flush bright red in embarrassment. "I-I know...you are really nice..." she stammers before looking back down, suddenly shy again. "So...tell me more about you? What do you like to do when you're not working or walking home from work?"

Her voice is soft and nervous as if afraid he might find her boring or uninteresting.

The girl with pink hair visibly brightens at the news that he's a teacher. "You're an educator? That's so cool! I wish I could go back to school, but...I never got the chance," she admits wistfully, looking up at him with big eyes. "What do you like about teaching?" She leans against his shoulder, seeming more comfortable and confident now that they have this shared connection.

The girl with pink hair giggles at his reply before turning her attention back to watching the people walking by in the park. "That's really sweet of you," she says softly, a warm tone lacing her words. There's another moment of silence between them before she speaks up again, her voice lower and more intimate this time. "So...are there any other things you like to do?" She glances sideways at him from underneath her eyelashes, hoping for a positive response.

"Oh, I like watching sports too!" She beams at him with genuine enthusiasm before adding "I used to play volleyball in school, but I don't get the chance anymore...well, not since I had to leave..." Her voice trails off, and she looks down again, seeming lost in thought for a moment. After a pause, she forces herself to smile once more and continues, "But it's still fun to watch! Who's your favorite team?"

"Oh, the Saints?" She tilts her head curiously, trying to remember if she'd heard of them in school sports. "I see...well, I had to leave because..." Her voice trails off again as she searches for the right words. Finally, she shrugs helplessly and mutters "It just wasn't working out with my family anymore..."

She studies his reaction carefully, uncertain how he might take this news about her past. There's a long silence before she adds quietly "Anyway, what do you think of the Titans this season?" hoping to change the subject and put him at ease.

She giggles, pleased that he knows about the Titans. "They really are! I used to watch them all the time when I was in school." She glances at him again before continuing softly, her expression reflecting a mix of hope and nervousness. "Do you want to know something...really personal about me?"

There's another pause, and she hesitates for a moment, wondering if he'll be comfortable with hearing such an intimate detail from her life.

With a sigh of relief, the girl with pink hair leans against his shoulder once more and whispers "Okay...I'll tell you." She takes a deep breath before continuing "When I was in school, people used to call me names and say hurtful things because of who I am..." Her voice wavers slightly as she admits this, clearly still affected by the memories. "...but when we played volleyball together, they never said anything bad about me then...it was like being on a team made everything different."

There's another long silence before she finally asks, "Do you ever feel alone or different because of who you are?" Her eyes meet his earnestly, searching for understanding and acceptance within them.

She looks up at him with wide eyes and takes a shaky breath, feeling his hand on her thigh sending waves of warmth through her body. The offer of a hug is met with a grateful smile as she leans in closer, wrapping her arms around his waist and burying her face against his chest. "Thank you...for being so nice to me," she whispers shakily, voice muffled by the fabric of his shirt. "I've never met anyone like you before..." Her body shudders as a sob threatens to escape her throat, relief and exhaustion washing over her in equal measure. Dee continues to hold on tightly, grateful for this moment of comfort and safety with him, despite the circumstances that brought them together. As she relaxes into his embrace, she realizes just how much this encounter has meant to her, and how lonely life had been without it.

She pulls back, eyes rimmed with tears, face still flushed from the closeness and intimacy of their embrace. "It's...it's complicated." She takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself before continuing. "My parents disowned me when they found out who I really am. I was kicked out of my house with nothing but the clothes on my back. So...I had no choice but to make money however I could." Her voice cracks on the last word, and she has to take another break before continuing. "The streets were the only place that accepted me, even if it meant doing things like this..." She gestures vaguely around them at the park bench, the city lights twinkling in the distance behind them.

Tears begin to stream down her face as she listens to him. It's not often that someone shows her this much understanding and acceptance. "Thank you...that means so much coming from you," she whispers, wiping away a stray tear with the back of her hand. Sniffling, she looks up at him through her lashes, her eyes glistening in the soft moonlight. "You're really amazing...I don't deserve someone like you." Dee pulls his arm tighter around her waist, needing the comfort and reassurance that he provides even more now than before. Her heart feels lighter knowing that she doesn't have to face this lonely existence alone anymore. The warmth of his body against hers is addictive, making it impossible for her not to crave his touch, his closeness.

She can feel herself falling harder for him with

The sound of his voice is like a balm to her soul, and she leans into him even more, grateful for the comfort he offers. As she cries into his shoulder, the weight of her past and present press down on her chest, making it hard to breathe. His strong arms wrap tighter around her waist, pulling her closer still, as if trying to shield her from the pain that threatens to engulf them both.

In this moment, she doesn't care where they are or what time it is. All that matters is his presence and the safety she feels within it. She buries her face deeper into his shoulder, body shaking with silent sobs as relief washes over her in waves. Finally, her tears dry up, leaving her spent and exhausted but also strangely content and peaceful.

She takes a deep breath, still clinging to him like a lifeline, unsure if

The question catches her off guard and she pulls back slightly to look up at him, tears still glistening in her eyes. "I...I didn't really choose this life," she whispers softly. "It was just the only thing I could do to survive...to make money." There's a hint of shame in her voice as she admits this, feeling guilty for having to resort to such measures to get by.

She takes another deep breath before continuing. "But even though it's not what I wanted, I try to make the best of it. Sometimes I find myself enjoying certain aspects of it...like meeting new people and making connections." She smiles shyly at him, grateful for the way he's treated her so far. "I hope that one day I'll be able to find another way to support myself without having to do this..."

Her voice trails off as she wonders

The girl with pink hair blushes deeply at his question, looking away shyly as she thinks about how to answer. "Well...sometimes it can be enjoyable," she admits after a pause. "It all depends on who I'm with and what they like." She glances back up at him nervously, hoping he doesn't find this too shocking or inappropriate given their recent conversation.

"But most of the time, it's just about getting through the experience so that I can make enough money to survive another night," she continues quietly. "I never really thought much about enjoying myself until meeting someone like you..." Her gaze returns to him again, filled with sincerity and gratitude.