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My cat Urus - 9
🕑 Added 2025-07-27 21:11:42 +0000 UTCBrad stared at the mirror again. Pink sports bra. Slim-fit athletic shorts. A loose white t-shirt tied in a knot on the side. His ponytail bounced when he moved.
He sighed. “I look like a fitness influencer…”
“Exactly!” Urus beamed. “It is essential you blend into society as a casual feminine participant. Observe reactions, gather subjective experience, and..”
“Yeah, yeah. I get it. Field research.”
Brad turned toward him with arms crossed. “But this time, I choose the activity. I want to do something normal. No makeup. No dresses. No baking.”
Urus tilted his head, floating upside-down. “Normal... in that body? Fascinating contradiction. Proceed.”
The football pitch was dusty and alive with shouting voices, sunbaked grass, and scuffed sneakers. A group of street kids and a few teens Brad vaguely knew were already kicking around a ball, setting up for a pickup game.
Brad arrived slow, hesitating. He hadn’t really planned past this point. He looked too different.
One of the boys glanced over and whistled. “Whoa, new girl! You playing?”
Brad flinched, then nodded awkwardly. “Uh… yeah. I’m just watching though.”
“C’mon, you’re dressed like you’re joining. We got space.”
He stepped onto the field, pulse racing. These were guys he knew. Played with. Ate with. One of them even owed him money. Now he was just some girl to them.
And worse, they were being nice.
No teasing, no jabs. They offered him the ball, gave him room to warm up, even asked if he was comfortable playing with “the rough boys.”
He blinked. “Seriously? You guys are like… polite?”
“Yeah, duh. You're a girl,” said one, grinning. “We ain’t animals.”
Brad stared. Then muttered under his breath, “That’s new.”
The game started.
Brad couldn’t be too good, that would raise questions.
But he also didn’t want to suck.
So he played careful. Light on his feet. No tackling. Smart passes. He avoided shouting too much, using his voice as little as possible.
It was surreal.
Every time he stumbled, someone offered a hand.
Every time he passed well, someone clapped.
Nobody cursed at him. Nobody shoved him. And when someone slid too close, they apologized.
And then, during water break, a guy from another team offered him a sports drink.
“Hey, you looked tired. Want mine?”
Brad blinked. “...You’re giving me your drink?”
He shrugged. “Yeah. I mean, it’s hot. You’re like... already flushed and stuff.”
Brad stared at the bottle. Then at the guy. Then back at the bottle.
What the hell.
He took it. “Thanks…”
Later, he tried to use the bathroom. There were portable toilets near the field. The line for the men’s side was long, smelly, and chaotic.
The women’s?
Empty. Clean. No mess.
He slipped inside without anyone questioning it and came out stunned.
“This is... unfair.”
“You mean wonderful,” Urus whispered, suddenly hovering above the stall roof like a smug specter. “You’re learning.”
“Where did you even come from?!”
"It doesn't matter.”
By the end of the game, Brad was sweaty, tired, and confused.
He sat on the grass, legs crossed awkwardly, as a few other players waved goodbye or complimented “her” playing style.
One girl even came over and offered to add him on Insta.
Brad fumbled the excuse. “Uh, I don’t really do social media.”
“Oh cool, mysterious girl. I get it.”
Then she winked.
Brad nearly choked.
As they walked home, Urus floated beside him, smug as ever.
“See? You were accepted. Respected. Even admired. Human dynamics are endlessly malleable when gender is altered.”
Brad shook his head. “It’s not just that. It’s like... everything's easier. People give you space, treat you gently. And...”
“And?”
“I kinda liked the free snack.”
Urus grinned wide.
Brad immediately added, “But I hate being stared at. The way some of them looked at me, like...like I was just a thing.”
“Ah. The tradeoff. Power and visibility, versus objectification and expectation.”
“I didn’t ask for any of this, Urus.”
“No. But you agreed to help me. And now, you’re seeing the full picture.”
Brad looked at his reflection in a store window as they passed. His cheeks flushed. His arms slim. His frame unmistakably her now.
He looked away.
“Let’s just get home.”
