Crossdress Ch81

Wen Sinian approached the bed, standing over him with a quiet, appraising gaze. From head to toe, he examined every detail.

The slender, supple waist bent into such an effortless arc, the legs, even curled up, revealed themselves to be long and fine, yet not bony; the soft, plump thighs glowed with a delicate, creamy light. His arms were strong, his fingers fair and clean, the nails a lovely shade of pink. Clutching the blanket tightly, he seemed to sense the unfamiliar gaze. The rabbit tail suddenly twitched twice in the air, and he burrowed deeper into the covers, knees spreading further apart.

But this only made it easier to glimpse the secrets hidden beneath.

Wen Sinian watched silently for a moment, drawing in a slow breath, restraining himself. Then, with a sudden motion, he yanked the blanket aside, covering the exposed body. A small, furry head emerged from beneath, two long ears drooping softly against his cheeks.

The “lop-eared rabbit” clearly wasn’t used to this human form. He remained curled up, knees pressed together, hands clutching the blanket, staring up blankly. His wide, innocent eyes met Wen Sinian’s dark, heavy gaze.

Wen Sinian paused, as if he hadn’t expected the rabbit to look like this… Beautiful.

Thick, curled lashes were damp, misted by his breath. His eyes were round and pure, untouched by even a hint of impurity, the corners tinged with a faint red. His delicate face could be covered by a single hand, cheeks white and flushed with health. His usual three-petaled lips had transformed into two plump, rosy ones, slightly parted in a look of bewildered innocence. Two long ears poked out from his soft hair, snow-white and drooping against his cheeks.

He was so adorable it could melt a heart. Wen Sinian’s lips curled slightly.

The ears and tail hadn’t retreated, clearly, he wanted everyone to know he was a lop-eared rabbit spirit.

Wen Sinian sat on the edge of the bed. Most of his surprise and suspicion had faded. He had raised this rabbit for so long; every inch of him, inside and out, was familiar.

Yet he couldn’t take his eyes off that small face. “Who are you?” he asked.

The little rabbit tilted his head, his ears swaying with the movement. He understood human speech but didn’t know how to respond. Mimicking Wen Sinian’s tone, he tried, “Li… si… who?”

His voice was soft and gentle, just like a human’s.

Wen Sinian countered, “You don’t recognize me?”

The little rabbit replied, “Not… nest?”

Wen Sinian understood: “You understand, but you can’t speak.”

The little rabbit: “Listen… dong, not… gray say.”

Wen Sinian: “You don’t need to answer my questions. If I ask you something, nod or shake your head. Can you do that?”

The little rabbit blinked his big eyes at him. Wen Sinian reached out, gently pinching his chin, nodding up and down, then shaking side to side. “This means yes, this means no. Understand?”

The little rabbit processed the words in his mind, translating them into rabbit-speak, then nodded lightly.

Wen Sinian didn’t let go. Where he once petted soft rabbit fur, now his fingers traced equally smooth skin. He stroked the little rabbit’s cheek, then cupped one ear, his fingers sinking into the silky hair. In the familiar, affectionate tone he used to praise him, he said, “Good boy.”

The little rabbit’s eyes sparkled with joy. He loved human touch, especially when Wen Sinian held and petted him, running his fingers through his fur. Old habits died hard, he nuzzled into the large hand, a soft hum escaping his throat.

Wen Sinian knew this meant he was enjoying it. He continued petting him, asking questions while the little rabbit was relaxed.

“Are you a lop-eared rabbit?”

The little rabbit nodded, eyes wide and innocent.

“How did you turn into a human?”

The little rabbit didn’t know; he shook his head.

“Has anyone else seen you like this before?”

The little rabbit shook his head.

“How did you end up outside the university dorm?”

This question was too complex. The little rabbit struggled to organize his thoughts, nodding and shaking his head erratically.

Wen Sinian steadied his head. “Did you live in a pet shop before?”

The little rabbit nodded.

“Did you run away on your own?”

The little rabbit nodded.

“Is this your first time turning human?”

The little rabbit nodded.

With his questions answered, Wen Sinian pondered how to handle the situation. A pet rabbit turning into a human was absurd. To uncover the truth, he’d need to investigate the pet shop where the rabbit had stayed. He’d also have to take the rabbit for a check-up. On the surface, he looked completely human, except for the ears and tail he couldn’t retract. But who knew what else was different? Wen Sinian couldn’t rest easy until he knew more.

As for tonight…

The little head in his palm was calm, eyes fixed on Wen Sinian’s face, as if he couldn’t look away. He had always been held close but had never seen his “master’s” face clearly. The little rabbit stared, and when Wen Sinian suddenly withdrew his hand, a wave of anxiety washed over him. Wen Sinian walked to the wardrobe, found an unworn set of pajamas, and, after a moment’s thought, grabbed a pair of underwear. When he turned back, he saw the rabbit’s eyes had turned red.

He placed the clothes beside the little rabbit, softening his voice. “Now that you’re human, you can’t stay naked. Put these on. You’ve seen how I dress, right?”

The little rabbit sniffled and nodded.

Wen Sinian arranged the clothes. “Get dressed. I’ll turn around and won’t look. Call me when you’re done.”

He faced the wardrobe and changed into his own pajamas. He heard rustling from the bed but waited a long time without a word. Finally, he asked, “Done?”

The little rabbit mumbled, “Done.”

Wen Sinian turned and couldn’t help but laugh. How could this be “done”? He’d forgotten, even as a human, the rabbit was still a rabbit. How would he know how to dress?

The little rabbit knelt on the bed, the pajama top tangled around his head, ears stuck in the neckline. The pants were draped over his legs, the underwear dangling from one ankle, not pulled up at all.

Wen Sinian first lifted the ears free from the neckline, then helped him into the shirt, his fingers brushing the tips of the ears. The little rabbit let out a soft whimper, cheeks flushed, head lowered. His fingers clutched the black duvet, knuckles white with tension.

Wen Sinian tilted his chin up, peering into his eyes. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt your ears?”

The rabbit’s eyes grew even more moist as he shook his head. It wasn’t pain, he was still in heat.

Wen Sinian straightened up in front of him, hooking the underwear dangling from his ankle and pulling it up in one swift motion. He grabbed the rabbit’s other leg and guided it in, then quickly pulled the sleep pants on as well. Once everything was in place, Wen Sinian’s palms were slick with a thin layer of sweat. He braced his hands on either side of the rabbit’s body, taking a deep breath. The faint, sweet scent of the rabbit wafted up again.

The agitation he had barely suppressed surged back, threatening to overwhelm him. Wen Sinian stood up abruptly, his Adam’s apple bobbing. He had been adjusting to his medication in phases, and it had been going well, until this unexpected complication.

What was even more infuriating was that this lop-eared rabbit, now human, seemed to fit his tastes perfectly, especially those long, pale, straight legs, soft yet plump. When he had just helped him into the pants, his fingers had gripped the warm, tender flesh of his thighs, feeling a slippery softness seep through his fingertips.

He couldn’t dwell on it. If he did, he might lose control.

The little rabbit was tugging at his own clothes, filled with curiosity. Now that he no longer had his snowy-white fur, he had to wear human clothes like everyone else. But human clothes weren’t comfortable, nothing like the softness of his own fur.

Suddenly, someone tapped his ear lightly. The little rabbit looked up to see the “human” ask, “Can you retract your ears?”

The little rabbit gritted his teeth and tried, then shook his head.

“And your tail?”

The little rabbit tried again, patting his own bottom before shaking his head. If he couldn’t even control turning into a human, how could he control his ears and tail?

Wen Sinian didn’t press him. He simply said, “Get down and try walking. I’ll take you to sleep.”

The little rabbit was confused. Wasn’t he supposed to sleep with the “human” like before?

But Wen Sinian had already reached out a hand, so the little rabbit placed his own on top.

Unfortunately, the moment his feet touched the ground, he lost his balance and stumbled forward. A pair of hands swiftly caught him around the waist, pulling him back into a warm embrace.

Wen Sinian lifted him slightly, surprised by how light he was. Realizing the little rabbit might not be used to walking on two legs, he carried him out of the room and into the guest room next door.

After placing him on the bed, Wen Sinian tucked him in. “Sleep here tonight. I’ll take you to the hospital for a check-up first thing in the morning.”

As he turned to leave, two small hands suddenly reached out from under the blanket, lightly grasping his fingers.

The little rabbit frowned in dissatisfaction and scooted over, clearly making room for him. They had always slept together before, why was it different now that he was human?

Wen Sinian couldn’t explain it to him. He gently placed the little rabbit’s hands back under the blanket, patting him lightly, just as he used to when soothing his tantrums.

“Close your eyes.”

The little rabbit obediently closed his eyes.

Wen Sinian sat by the bed, patting him for a while longer. Once the little rabbit’s breathing evened out, he carefully left the room.

Back in his own bedroom, the bed was still in disarray. Wen Sinian lifted the blanket and spotted a white lace ribbon on the bed. It used to be tied around the lop-eared rabbit’s neck. He didn’t know if he’d ever have the chance to use it again. He carefully placed it in the drawer.

As he lay down, he felt a damp spot on the blanket beside him. It suddenly occurred to him, just moments ago, the little lop-eared rabbit had been sitting right there.

***

The little rabbit hadn’t actually fallen asleep. The moment Wen Sinian left, he opened his eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling.

His habits hadn’t changed. He had slept too much during the day and wasn’t tired now. Without the “human’s” warmth, embrace, or comfort, he felt a creeping restlessness, unable to calm down.

An idea struck him, he would wait until the “human” fell asleep, then sneak back and curl up on top of him to sleep.

After lying in bed for a while, bored, the little rabbit decided it was about time. He quietly slipped out from under the blanket. Drawing on his earlier experience, he first steadied himself against the bed, getting used to his two legs before slowly making his way out of the room.

The door had been left slightly ajar. The little rabbit pushed it open and, holding onto the wall, shuffled toward the bedroom door.

Unfortunately, the bedroom door was closed. He didn’t know how to open it and spent a long time pressing his head against it to no avail. Finally, he squatted down by the door in defeat.

Using his brand-new human brain, he wondered why the “human” didn’t want to sleep with him anymore. Was it because he no longer had his beautiful fur and wasn’t as cute as before?

He lifted his shirt, running his hands over his body. It was smooth, not fluffy at all.

He pouted, feeling a little sad. Now, only his ears and tail had fur left. Maybe he should endure it and let the “human” pet him.

Just as he was thinking, a metallic click suddenly echoed through the quiet, dark hallway.

The little rabbit’s ears twitched, and he looked warily into the darkness ahead.

Before he could react, the door behind him opened, and he tumbled backward, sprawling across the “human’s” legs. His shirt rode up, exposing his slender waist and abdomen, stark against the night.

Dazed from the fall, he lay there, blinking up stupidly. All he could see was a towering, ghostly silhouette looming over him, trapping him completely within its shadow.

Just as he was about to struggle up from the floor, he was suddenly lifted effortlessly into the air.

His legs were spread apart, pressed against the “human’s” strong waist.

The “human” carried him like a child, slowly closing the bedroom door behind them.