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Little Black and White Lie

How the fuck did I end up in this situation? That was the question I asked myself just about every five seconds as I look over to him, that dashing wolf in the suit and tie, smiling at me so honestly and innocently as I sit here, lying to his face while not uttering a single word.

And not just any wolf, Trenton Anael. Student council president/head of disciplinary committee, star athlete for multiple teams (but currently in none), and honors student, in the running for valedictorian. Oh, did I forget son of the principle who is also the "Observer" of District 5?

He looks at me, somewhat bashfully, yet still retaining that same confidence that made him a natural born leader. He had dark green eyes that seemed to just entrance you, as if they were portals to a lush, green forest. Damn it, Jake, be strong! He places a strong, calloused paw over my own, making me melt a little out of happiness.

How I've dreamt of this-Wait! Don't be drawn in. This is a mission. Nothing more. Yup, definitely not falling for that kind, strong, manliest man of all men in front of me.

How did this all start? When did I start regretting every lie that fell out of my mouth? Deceiving was my life! Yet . . . this guy makes me just want to bare myself to him, finally take my mask off and just . . . have him be my hero.

Even now I could feel pangs of sadness ringing through my chest, even though I didn't say anything at all. I guess that's because my biggest lie was one that I never spoke. That I was a human girl, and my name was Julie.

Thinking back to when all this first began, I can say it was when I got into college, or when I was assigned this mission by District 1, Central.

No, it all started when I changed colleges, from Eden Academy to Tower Academy, aka The Tower of Babylon.

* * (Time change, First movement, Arrival to Babylon) * *

I walk up to the immensely large building, tall spires accompanying the skyscraper like school. This is it, The Tower of Babylon, the most technologically advanced school in Vernola Island, the lost land of knowledge as it's mainly called.

I gulp, secretly being afraid to enter the large building. The large tower looming over me was covered in a special type of metal, giving it a blue, almost ethereal glow in the morning sunlight. The building seemed to have an extreme lack of windows, but I knew from experience that the type of metal they used were like one way mirrors, and acted as windows in the interior.

In all honesty, it felt like I was in some sci-fi movie right now, yet the year was 2014, and somehow this existed. Calm down, you expected this. The island is filled to the brim with geniuses and prodigies. Otherwise known as "Abnormals". Just relax and review what you know.

The main spire ahead is the class buildings, the spires surrounding it the libraries and record areas, as well as staff room, and disciplinary committee meeting hall. My code name is Gemini, but my real name is Jake Travis. My mission is to change the social views of District 5, Babylon, in hopes of deterring the suspected hate against those considered "Normal" and homosexual citizens.

Oh god, what am I even doing?! Calm down. You're an actor, and this is just another role. I mean, come on, you've been acting all your life. What's a little bit longer gonna do?

I continue walking towards the main building, noticing just how much bigger it really was. About seventy stories worth of classrooms, each floor wide enough to fit about 496 people, proper furnishing, and have a spot of tea while not even managing to make a dent in the space.

I walk into the large automatic door, and look around. I gasp in surprise, seeing just how many people were here, moving around constantly, but oddly enough, they were going through doors, not taking any elevators. Wait a sec, where were the elevators?

They already gave me my schedule, my first class being politics and government. Not my favorite class, but a necessary one. Yay for being a fresh man in college. Usually, I could get more freedom in choosing classes, but this college had an extremely rigid course, and if you couldn't last through it, then they had the right to kick you out on the spot. And by last through it, I mean get all straight A's for every single class every term. Thought Asian parents were bad? Meet your worst nightmare.

I look around, confused as to where I was supposed to go in order to get to the college level and get to the classroom. I look at the paper map that they had given to me when I entered the district, but it didn't make any sense.

Bump*

I stagger back, blushing furiously as I bump into what seems like a wall. I look forward with slight annoyance and see . . . some _really_nice Pecs and abs.

"You ok?" Pecs and abs asks.

"Hmm?" I say, looking slightly up since he was taller than me. "Y-Yeah, sorry. I'm just kinda-"

"Confused?" he says, finishing my sentence.

"Yes." I say, lowering my head.

"Well, good thing I'm here then." He says, smiling at me warmly. "Follow me, college level, right?"

"Yeah. I say as he grasps my paw, making me blush. They were calloused, a certain thing I liked about guys. It showed that they weren't afraid to do some dirty work. It wasn't some sign of masculinity to me, but it was something I found comfort in, knowing that the person holding my paw was used to working with his own two hands. And for the wolf, even under the grey fur, it showed quite clearly that he worked.

He pulls me along, almost dragging me. I would have normally found it rude, but I could tell he was excited, since his tail was wagging. I wonder why. Who knows, maybe I'll get lucky.

I start to forget about my surroundings and focus more on the wolf. He was taller than me, and definitely had muscle, but at first glance, it didn't seem like that. He was wearing a green, long sleeved shirt, and baggy jeans, effectively hiding most of his true build. In fact, the clothes made him look rather lanky. Of course, I saw right through it, but there was something else I found rather interesting. It was his dark green eyes, piercing through everything. They looked intense . . . but still kind. Passionate, I guess? Kinda.

"Let's see . . . here it is." He says, standing in front of one of the many doors on the first floor. It didn't even make sense to me. These doors should lead outside, so why was everyone going through them? "Ready to go?"

"Outside?" I ask.

"You would think that, but no." he says, smirking a bit. "Just trust me." he opens the door, revealing another room entirely. We both walk in and he shuts the door behind us, huffing in victory. "Here we are."

"Wait . . . what?" I know that door had to lead outside, so what was with this room? I glance out the window that was next to us and see- "Holy shit we're fifty stories up!"

"Hahaha! You must be the new student coming in that I heard about. C'mon, let's head to class and I'll tell you about it."

"You have politics with me?"

"Huh, didn't think I was actually right." He says.

"Wait, so you went on some random chance that we would have the same class?"

"Not some random chance, my instincts. That, and I was the one who put your schedule together. I'm on the student counsel, after all."

A brief explanation, in each district, there is always a school for all ages, from kinder garden to college, and in each district, an "Observer" (who I will explain later) that also served as the principle, and the student government, who served as the actual government of the district. Having the extra power, it isn't surprising that a student put my schedule together.

"Don't worry, we have a lot of classes together, so I'll be able to help you through most of 'em" he smiles widely down at me, making me smile shyly myself. I was glad that he was here. This whole place was confusing as fuck.

We walk into class, quickly picking seats next to each other. It was strange. We had to walk through the doors, only to find a set of stairs, and now we were in one of those large college classrooms fit for at least a hundred students. What were they called, lecture halls? Needless to say, the design of the building did little to actually hold back the size of the rooms. Immediately, I notice the same type of doors that lined the halls and the main floor in the Tower also line the walls.

The second thing I notice is that this whole room took up about half of one of the floors, and two stories. This just wasn't making any sense. It was like I was in a real life maze.

"You are." He says, looking at me.

"Come again?" I ask.

"You're in a maze."

"How did you . . ."

"I took a guess. I could smell the confusion on you, and considering the layout of the school, it wasn't that hard to figure out."

"You could smell confusion?"

"Yup. Something strange about werebeasts is that we secrete a pheromone for every emotion we feel. My own personal skill allows me to smell and decipher it, though it's a secondary skill, unlike all the disciplinary committee who use it as a primary."

"Wow, a primary and a secondary skill. I'm impressed." I say. Another quick note, what made people abnormal was their personal skills, types of biological abilities granted by what can be seen as evolution. Having one was rare. Two? Winning the lottery while being struck by lightning was more probable than that. _Much_more.

"It's nice I guess." He says, his ears getting a bit redder. "Now, I owe you an explanation about the school."

"Yeah. What's with all the doors? And how did we get to the college level through a door? It was supposed to be fifty floors up!"

"You know how central is the most advanced in their scientific studies as well as having the most amount of original personal skills?" I nod. "One of the founders of the island has the power to control space, meaning that he can do stuff like create worm holes and distort different spatial layers. That coupled with central's research, we found a way to theoretically create mini wormholes. And with District 5's tech, they were able to create spatial doorways. Every door leads to a completely separated door, only connected by the small distortion of space."

"Okay, but why not put labels on them? Why have it be so confusing?"

He looks away, slightly annoyed. But I could tell it wasn't directed to me. "It's impossible to label the doorways. The paths always change. The principle placed it in. His words were that if you can't figure out how to walk through these halls, you should just get out. It's supposed to make us better people, but he only does it to try and make a sense of superiority for the abnormals. They have great luck, so any door will take them to the right destination. But for normals . . . they walk around lost. That's why I wanted to help you."

"This place . . ." he continues. "He says it's supposed to emulate the original tower of Babylon, when the so called God had given us different languages, and wrought confusion and discord in all of the people. Only the strong or the lucky can navigate through the chaos and rise up. While the others are lost in the labyrinth forever."

"Wow, that's . . . that's pretty cruel."

"Yeah, well he's a horse faced fascist."

"Don't be racist, it's not fitting for a handsome wolf such as yourself." I say, smirking.

"Sorry, still used to human sayings." He says.

"Don't worry, I'm only teasing." I say, my own tail wagging.

"I'd ask you to stop, but it fits your character so well."

"And what exactly is my character?" I ask, smiling deviously.

"Playful Dalmatian." He answers immediately.

"At least I'm not Alpha Wolf." I say,

"And how is being alpha bad?"

"I don't like really dominant guys."

"That's a lie." He says. My eyes widen a bit, just for a split second.

I compose myself. "Oh really? Do tell how you know." I say.

He smiles that knowing smile at me, making me shiver just a tiny bit. "I have a pretty good nose, and you'd be surprised how much a scent tells about a person." He leans in, muzzle right to my ear. I shiver just a tiny bit more. "But I'd be careful if I were you. A lot of people here don't really like the kind of person you are deep down. Although, you've done pretty well in concealing your scent."

I lean back suddenly. Did he know? Was he going to report me to the disciplinary committee? I heard some rumors of what they did to people like me before and . . . it never ended well.

"Don't worry, I don't care about that kind of stuff. Your secret is safe with me." he says, placing a paw over my shoulder, calming me down. "Just . . . be careful."

"Will do." I say. It was never said specifically, but what we were talking about was being gay. I don't know exactly why yet, but District 5 is rumored to be guilty of unjust punishment to innocent citizens, simply because of their sexuality. And that was why I was scared to come in here.

"Oh, we haven't introduced ourselves yet." He says, either changing the topic or trying to address the situation, since we actually never really told each other our names.

"That's right, sorry." I say. "My name's Jake Travis, nice to meet you."

"May our fates intertwine." What they usually say to greet people. "My name is-"

"Hello class!" the professor says, coming through one of the doors on the side of the class room. "My name is Shiroichi Kuro. Here, I am professor Kuro." He was a white tiger, with black stripes, and was easily the biggest guy I had ever seen. He had to be at least seven feet, and he looked like he could take down a runaway train with his pinky.

I look towards the wolf, but he just shrugs. I guess the name will have to wait. Still, even without the name, I felt like we really clicked. Of course . . . maybe it wasn't that way. Looking back to my luck and how it ended up before . . . probably not. He never said it, but he was an "abnormal" of very high skill. Me, I barely qualified as one as it was. He was probably some rich kid of high status and nobility, while I was just a peasant. Maybe I was just his charity case.

I mentally slap myself back into focus, the professor's starting his lecture.

"Now, in this class, we will be studying not only the political systems of Vernola island, but you will also learn about the variances in ideas and views in each different district." He says, turning on the projector and displaying a map. On it, a fairly large island smack dab in the middle of the ocean, far off from any other civilization. "Now, as you know, we live in a self sustaining society on an island, meaning that there is no real need to trade outside of ourselves, although we do export for the extra money. Starting off with the basics, we have this large, self sustaining island, one whole country in this little cramped up space. Tell me, does anyone know why we are able to live on our own?"

The wolf raises his hand. "It's because of the many hidden natural resources on the island, like the rare flora and fauna, as well as hidden stores of precious metal in abundance."

"Very good." Professor Kuro says. I smile, pretending I was interested in the lesson, but on the inside, I was pretty bored. I learned most of this stuff in the briefing. "Can anyone tell me now why we were able to take this island?" No one raises their hand. "Allow me to clarify. In the age of exploration, many new lands were taken and colonized, and further as imperialistic times rolled in, so how were we able to take this island in this day and age?"

I wanted to raise my hand to just get it over with, but I knew I couldn't draw attention to myself.

Nudge*

I look over to wolf who had nudged me, looking a bit annoyed. "Answer it." he says, smiling a bit. "I know you know it."

"A-Actually, I don't." I say, feigning embarrassment. I wasn't too worried, even if he could scent me, my personal skill was made for lying.

"C'mon, don't lie to me, I can see you fidgeting. You know it, in fact, you want to answer it, so why not?"

Wait, what?! How the hell did he know I was lying to him? He saw through my "Actor"? No, it was probably a fluke. Still . . . can't just sit quiet I suppose. I slowly raise my hand up, trying to look small and timid.

"U-Um, it was because most of the plants on the island were deemed highly dangerous . . . right?" I say, acting uncertain. I glance to the wolf, seeing him smile knowingly.

"Correct." The professor says. "To most humans, these plants and their dangerous pollen can kill anyone within two weeks. Of course, it has no affect on werebeasts, other than acting as a subtle aphrodisiac. This is why the werebeast experiments were continued on a more humane level, as well as why we advise people to stay in their werebeast forms. Now that we have 'how we got here' and 'why we were able to' out of the way, let's talk about the development of the districts."

Okay, here's where it gets interesting. "With the less need for trade other than exporting, we lacked the cultural influence factor it brought to the table, so what shaped our culture was the four people who founded the city, as well as the observers and students counsel placed in based on merit and leadership skills. You see, the original founders actually divided up the island into 9 districts. District 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, and district 1, central. This was to divide power evenly as well as give the proper amount of focus to each individual part of the island, which had many varying environments more suited to different tasks."

Interesting, right? (Sarcasm). But it actually does get a little better. "Of course, with the division, each district started to develop differently than the others due to terrain, as well as the philosophies of the observer and government. For example, in district 5, at Tower academy, we are technologically advanced, and we value power and skill."

Wow, he was a pretty good actor, but I'm pretty sure that if he heard it from some random person, he'd punch them in the face. I look towards wolf, and oddly enough, he looked confused, as if he had seen the anger. Hmm . . . maybe it wasn't a fluke that he saw through my "Actor".

"And then there is Central, District 1. They specialize in development in personal skills, as well as general scientific research. Not only that, they are the most ethically advanced, with one of the most popular government leaders in the island. They're also the linchpin that keeps all conflict at a minimum in Vernola island."

Something he didn't say was how they did it. Basically, they used people like me. Central has a "shadow" that lurks in all the other districts, nipping the bud at the stem, stopping conflicts before they have time to grow. Pretty dark, but effective in how it's kept so many power hungry, vile, ambitious people at peace with each other. I only hope that the successor of the districts are better than the last, other than Central. Yes, it is kinda illuminati status, but it's for the best ultimately. I mean, c'mon, you know you like a good top. Hehe, double entendre.

The lecture continues on, but I tune out. I pick up a few things, like some of the academy names. Central's Eden Academy, District 5's Tower academy, District 3's Lotus Academy, and so on. I wasn't really all that interested.

"Hey." The wolf says next to me, but I was only half listening. "Hey!" he whispers, just a tiny bit louder. "Hmmmm."

Squelch*

"Eeegad!" I shout out, standing up. He fucking gave me a wet willy! I glance around, sighing in relief that no one took particular notice of my outburst. I sit back down, glaring daggers at the smiling mutt. "Dafuck was that?!"

"I wanted to get your attention." He says, trying not to laugh. "Class is over."

"Hmm?" I look around and see that class actually _was_over. Wow, I spaced out for a pretty long time. "Crap, I have to get to the next class."

"Don't worry, we only have to take a door to get there." He says. "It won't matter which one if you're with me, since any door I take will lead us there." He looks a bit annoyed as he says it, probably because it was really unfair to others. Still, had to be pretty useful at times.

"Ah, you there, Dalmation talking to the Adonis of a wolf." The professor calls out. It seemed like he was joking, but his tone was stern and serious the whole time. "May I have a word?"

I nod to him and turn back to the wolf. "I'll meet you at the next class. The door'll take me there no matter what if I'm abnormal, right?"

He nods slowly, a look of concern on his face. "Just . . . be careful."

"Don't worry about me, just get going. You don't want to be late, do you?" he nods slowly, picking up his things and going through one of the many doors. I quickly go to Professor Shiroichi, knowing secretly what he really wanted.

"Ah, Jake Travis, yes?" I nod. "Yes, I remember you, what caught my eye was that you're a Gemini like me."

It was code. Translation: Are you Jake Travis, code name Gemini?

"How are you? I noticed you had trouble paying attention in class, although you might just know all this already." Translation: Was infiltration successful? I assume they briefed you on the information regarding this particular district.

"Yes, I learned most of this already, but it was rude of me, I apologize." I say.

"So I hope you can get used to this school. If you ever need help, I recommend talking to Trenton Anael. He's the person to go to." Translation: Remember your mission, your target is Trenton Anael.

"Will do sir, now I'm off to my next class. See you later." I say, walking off to the next door.

"Good luck here, Mr. Travis." He says, going back to his paperwork. Yup, General Shiroichi Kuro, leader of first defense legion of central. Could use some work in espionage, though. Doesn't seem to be his strong suit. Moving onto a different subject, I wonder what this Trenton would look like? I'm sure he's some scrawny spoiled rich kid who's never had to do a day of work in his life. Dang it, this mission's probably gonna blow.

I open one of the doors, praying that it wouldn't lead me astray. I step out and am immediately blasted with cold air. I was in a hall filled with doors. Yay.

Damn it, I wish that cute wolf was here. He'd whisk me away in his arms and carry me into a rainbow. Hehe, maybe I could do stuff with him. The halls were pretty empty.

"Fag!" someone from behind me shouts. I turn around, just in time to see a black stallion slam me against the wall, forcing the air out of my lungs. I struggle against his grip, but he presses a strong arm against my neck, pressing my back harder against one of the walls.

"You fucking fag! What the hell are you doing here?!" he snarls at me, staring daggers at me. Damn it, I slipped up. "By rule number 87, the disciplinary committee has a duty to take in any sexual deviants that pollute this hall!"

"Wh-What the fuck are you talking about?" I say calmly. "I'm not some fag!"

"Don't fuck with me!" he says, border line choking me. "I can smell it on you."

"Wow, someone's a bit angry." I say, smirking. "Is it cause you're a horse, but you got a one inch cock?"

An expression of absolute rage covers his face, making him pull his arm back, getting ready to knock my lights out. Damn it . . . please . . . help me wolf.

" Stop, that's an order." The horse immediately stops, every muscle in his body seeming to tense. "Let him go." I immediately get dropped onto the floor, coughing a bit as the horse actually did start full on choking me towards the end.

I look to my left and see the wolf, walking towards us. "Now, someone care to explain what was going on?"

The horse backs away, almost cowering in fear. "S-Sir, this guy is-"

"My friend." he says, interrupting him.

"Wh-What?! But he's a fag!" the horse shouts out in a rage.

"A fag? Him?" he says. He walks over to me, pulling me off the ground. Without warning, he leans in and puts his face into my neck, sniffing loudly. I shiver a bit, but I keep up "Actor", I can't let it slip again. "I don't smell anything."

"But it was there, sir! Check again!"

". . . Excuse me?" he says, snarling at him. "Remind me, kid, who am I?"

"Y-You're the head of the disciplinary committee, as well as-"

"And why am I the head of the disciplinary committee?" he asks, not even giving the guy time to answer him fully.

"B . . . Because your ability to smell and decipher pheromones was the highest in accuracy and range in all 50 qualifying applicants."

"So you're telling me, the person who was ranked most accurate, to check again? And that this person, who I consider my friend, somehow hid it from me as well?"

"No sir. . ." he says, hanging his head down in shame.

"Now, as your punishment, you will be demoted to private from sergeant."

"But that's-"

The guy freezes in his tracks, stopped by the deathly gaze of the wolf. "Ok sir. I'll be on my way."

He gets up and walks through one of the many doors, looking back and giving me a look of contempt. The door slams shut, leaving nothing but thick silence between us. Suddenly, he lets out a large sigh, giving me a hug.

"Damn it, I told you to be careful. I'm just glad the door took me here instead of straight to the classroom."

"D-Don't worry about it. I just . . . I just slipped up."

"Yeah . . . how do you conceal your scent like that?" he asks, suddenly curious.

"Oh, it's my personal skill, 'Actor'. It's an ability that allows me to kind of look or seem a certain way, as long as I keep in character. Have you ever seen someone play a role so well that it seemed like they were actually living it? It's like that, but magnified."

"Huh, nice." He says, smiling down to me. "Oh, I haven't introduced myself yet."

"That's right, you got interrupted." I say as we walk to the nearest door.

"I'm the head of the disciplinary committee, as well as student council president." Wait . . . this seems familiar. President, head of disciplinary committee, as well as wolf species . . . isn't this the information in the briefing? "The name's Trenton Anael, may our fates intertwine."

Wait . . . what?! "M-May our fates intertwine." I reply. Oh god. Trenton, you have no idea, but they already have.

"Anael." I mutter.

"Yeah, I know, the family name of the principle." He says, looking exasperated.

"No . . . that's the Christian angel of love, isn't it?" I ask, remembering that random fact.

He smiles. "You got it."

* * * *

Okay, just stay calm. Calm? How could I be calm?! Fuck . . . the cute, strong, handsome, incredibly attractive wolf was the one I had to seduce. Not sure if incredibly unlucky . . . or the most fortunate person in the world.

My last two classes past incredibly slowly. I managed to keep up with the classes fine, but the wolf right next to me was certainly distracting. Damn it, I thought he was flirting with me! But from my intel, he was straighter than a 180 degree angle. I honestly thought he liked me . . . but whatever. I mean, the guy was loaded, talented, ripped. The guy could have any girl he wanted . . . I mean, what was I even thinking?! I'm just some street mutt who managed to crawl out of the sewers . . . I'm worthless.

I slap my face hard. Damn it, I can't think like that anymore! I let out a sigh. I have to be calm. Just do what I've always done. Act. Act for all those puppeteers pulling the strings, that's how it works for my world. Play your part well, and move on. Just a broken doll on strings. Except this time I'm at least picking who I'm playing for.

I force my shift, turning back into a human. It happened in a split second, but the shift felt really weird. My whole body would get hot, and I could feel my bones cracking and shifting, like cracking your neck after a long time of trying. It was relieving, but still strange.

I feel my fur sink back into my skin, while my human hair grew out, falling down my head. The thing about fur and hair is that it isn't created out of nothing, and that's the only really visible and large scale change. But the secret is that your body, as it shifts, is producing various proteins and reproducing cells at an extremely fast rate, also burning up any fat for energy. The way it was designed, it would force your body to not burn the carbohydrates first, and instead go for the fat stored. That way there was little chance of fainting.

I didn't have much fat, so my body used the fat from the food I ate for breakfast. Of course, in the reverse, the cells actually came back together, bringing back yourself at the time. Now that the back ground is explained, I can move on to fur creation and the effects on the human form. When the human hair is pulled back into the body, you break it down into basic proteins, as well as place them back together and change the coloration so that it was fur. The only thing was that when you turned back, your hair was changed.

I look at my long black hair, how it felt so smooth and ran past my shoulders. I usually kept it in a pony tail in my human form, and it gave me this weird rugged look, not dirty hippy. I also took time to notice the white streaks that were in my hair, as if they were died on highlights. But this was the usual change. Other various things happened, like if you got a tattoo, it showed up in your fur, and if you died your hair, your fur would change accordingly. Ever seen a green husky? Now you know why that shit happened. I for one preferred the natural look.

Of course, that was for hair. Since I had already gotten into my outfit, I take out my make-up kit from my backpack, starting phase two of my plan.

Time for act 1, The New Girl.

I take out the lip gloss, carefully applying it. I smack my lips together in attempt to even it out. Mm, strawberry flavor, a personal weakness of mine. I know it was a bit childish of me, but it never hurt anyone to taste a little sweeter. I take out the eye shadow, carefully putting it on just above my eye. I went for the grayish silver color, since it went well with my black and white streaked hair. I blow my bangs out of my eyes, remembering why I didn't like my human hair. But without the bangs, a pony tail just doesn't look as good. And besides, too much forehead.

I carefully apply just a bit of eyeliner, having it be the same silver color. I always thought that it made my eyes pop. Yup, my brown, boring eyes. Now for the final touch. I pull out a small bottle of perfume, labeled "Desire". The names always sounded slutty, but they worked pretty damn well in enticing guys and covering my scent. I spray it on me, making sure I was well covered.

I carefully look myself over, seeing everything in their proper places. Good. I open the door behind me and walk out. It's a good thing I ended up in a janitor's closet, I really didn't want to risk changing in public.

Okay, my role. Slightly slutty school girl. I am confident, and I am strong.

I open the door and end up in the lunch room, as now was my lunch break. It was a large metal room on the seventy seventh floor, equipped with large windows that let in sunlight, as well as indoor trees for a more natural feel, and plenty of lunch tables. I saw some people looking at me, some dropping their utensils, others dropping their jaws. Well, it's working.

I walk forward, my short charcoal skirt dangerously close to revealing my goods, but I acted confident, and secretly, I _wanted_them to see. I walk forward, puffing out my chest a bit, but they probably saw something close to oddly small breasts, even though I was completely flat chested. I was wearing a black T shirt that hugged my body tightly, yet had a large neck so that it was slightly slipping off my shoulder.

I heard a few wolf whistles, oddly enough one of them from the horse that was harassing me earlier. Man, "Actor" was working like a charm!

I can make him freak out so bad, but would it be worth it? Probably, yeah. I glanced over at a few places, finally noticing the wolf, sitting under the shade of a tree from the afternoon sunlight that washed in from the windows. He was reading a book, but it was old, and slightly torn up, so I couldn't recognize it.

I walk up to him, my heart beating a little faster. Out of all my "characters", I loved Julie the most. She was my sister, my incredibly strong willed, sexy, confident sister. She was . . . well, she was what I wanted to be on the inside. Not a girl, but all the other qualities.

"Hey, wolfie." I say to him, with my feminine, Julie voice.

"Hey." He replies, obviously not excited that I was talking to him. In fact, he didn't even look up from his book, how rude! "Can I help you with something? I'm a bit busy right now, but I-"

I lean down, taking his chin into my hand and force him to look at me. "When talking to someone, it's rude not to look at them directly." I say, smirking. He looks at me, wide eyed and ears crimson red. Well, I guess he liked Julie.

"I-I'm sorry." He says, looking away and ears twitching furiously.

"Tell ya what, wolfie, you can make it up to me by showing me around the place some other time. I'm new here, after all."

"Y-Yeah, I'd like that." he says, smiling like an idiot. "Oh, a-and you . . . smell nice."

"Course I do, wolfie, but thanks anyway." I say, winking at him. "But if you want, I can let you sniff me some more, but in a more . . . private place."

"Um . . . I-I'd really like that . . . but I'm a bit busy right now." He says.

"Oh, that's cute." I say, sitting next to him. "I didn't mean now. We just met after all, and I'm not some slut."

I can see his nose twitch as I lean closer, and I see a certain twitch in his pants as well. "O-Of course! I d-didn't mean-"

"Hahaha! I like you, wolfie, you're cute." I say. I lean in, letting my breath brush over his ear. "Gonna enjoy stuffing that doggy cock of yours in me."

He blushes profusely, making me giggle. "M-My name isn't wolfie, it's Trenton."

"Yeah, I know, big bad wolf of the school, principles little boy-"

"I am not just the principle's 'little boy', and I'm not some cliché top dog." He says, recovering finally from my attack.

"Nice, I like that. Don't just rely on your family, wolfie." I say, smiling widely at him.

He smiles at me, his facial expression saying that he agreed with me totally. "Okay then, I'll tell ya what, I'll let you call me wolfie. But on one condition."

"Oh really now?" I ask, leaning in.

"Yeah . . . you tell me your name." he says.

"Hmph, thought you'd ask for a blow job or somethin'." I say, smirking. "But if you did, I would've punched ya. Name's Julie, and yours?"

"You already now!" he says, grinning and showing off his sharp canines.

"It isn't the same as being properly introduced." I say, pushing the bangs out of my eyes.

"Fine." He says, still holding his book open. "My name is Trenton Anael, my good lady."

"Nice name." I say, smirking. "Anael . . . the angel of love, huh?"

"Nice, most people don't know that." He says.

"Well, I'm a bit of a romantic." I say. He laughs, looking back to his book. "Hey, by the way, whatcha' readin' that's makin' you so sad?"

"Oh . . . it's not the book. I was waiting for someone and well . . . I guess he didn't show up. He was a dalmation, you'd probably think he was adorable. He was a new kid like you too, his name was Jake."

"Oh really now? Do I got some competition?" I ask.

"No, not really." He says. Okay, that hurt. "I mean, c'mon, why would he be into me?"

Aaaand, that makes me feel better. "Gee, who knows." I say sarcastically.

"Yeah . . . oh, and the book is Romeo and Juliet." He says. "I just love the story. Two forbidden lovers, meeting together."

"But they both die, don't they?" I say, concealing the Jake in me that was crazy about Romeo and Juliet. The fact that he was too made him a lot more attractive.

"Yeah, but . . . they died loving one another. They should have lived, and it was tragic, but they died for one another, they were prepared. And it was through this that peace was finally brought to the Montague and Capulet families. Their sacrifice taught both families about love."

Oh my gosh, if I wasn't playing Julie, I might have just came in my pants just then. "Hmm, I guess. Well, I'll leave you to whatever it is you want to do. I'm off for now, but I'll definitely find you again, wolfie." I say, winking as I get up. "Oh and just so you don't forget me . . ." I lean down, cupping his chin. I lean forward, kissing him hard. I pressed my tongue into his muzzle, dancing with his own tongue for a little bit. Damn, he tasted really good.

I break the kiss. "See ya later wolfie." And without missing another beat, I turn around and walk away, towards the door I came through, having enough bounce in my step to show him my black lace panties as my skirt bounced up. I could hear a faint growl from his direction, and I giggled to myself.

* * * *

I quickly wipe off my makeup and change into my old clothes. Oh god, did I really just do all that? I . . . I kissed him! And he liked it! Hell, I liked it! A lot!

I change back into my werebeast form, not even thinking about it. I let out a sigh, feeling quite happy about the turn of events. How could it possibly get any better? I open the door to the janitor's closet and find . . . I find that I was in the back stage to a huge auditorium. I walk out, gasping. This was a theatre!

Okay, someone killed me and now I'm in heaven. I walk out on the stage, gasping in awe at the sheer beauty of it. Solid, black floors, multiple panels for the secret entrances, as well as what looked like red silk curtains. I look at the house, the place where the patrons of the theatre sat, and yipped excitedly.

Red chairs that folded for extra space, like those at the movie theatres, and a whole second level, as well as balconies. This was a whole grand theatre, and no one was here. I had the stage all to myself.

I walk out into center stage, my heart racing. I imagined a crowd of people, silently waiting for my performance. I wasn't acting some role someone wanted to see, I was acting my own part, I was finally myself, in front of all the people.

I look up at an imaginary moon, picturing myself on a balcony. My favorite scene from my favorite play. "Oh Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art though Romeo?" I ask, feeling the despair of Juliet, longing to see her one and only love. "Deny thy father and refuse thy name; or, if though wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I'll no longer be a Capulet."

I look down at my paws, disheartened by the taboo that was on my love. "'Tis but thy name that is my enemy. Though art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague?" I ask, questioning what it meant to be from this family. "It is nor hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face, nor any other part belonging to a man. O, be some other name. What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet; so Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, retain that dear perfection which he owes without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, and for that name, which is no part of thee, take all myself."

I look down, feigning despair at the thought of my "love" never giving up his name.

"I take thee at thy word. Call me but love, and I'll be new baptis'd." someone says, walking on stage with me. I turn, scared at who it was, but see Trenton. I smile immediately, glad that he was here with me. "Henceforth, I never will be Romeo."

"Then I suppose I should call you Wolfie?" I say, smiling. Yes, it was pushing it a bit, but hey, I had to play with him a little.

"Hmm, maybe." He says, smiling right back. "But I prefer Trenton."

"How'd you find me?" I ask, curious about him suddenly showing up.

"The doors took me to you. They seem to have a habit of doing that." he says, looking around. "I see you've found our theatre. Shame that the principle doesn't really agree with plays. Says they're a waste of time."

"Then why is this place even here?" I ask.

"It's for show to the other districts, so it isn't like they're banned, but there's no funded theatre class, and the ones formed were basically shunned by the entire student body."

"What a waste. This place is . . . beautiful." I say, looking at the large stage in awe. I glance at him and notice that he was dreamily looking around as well, but it seemed like just for a second, he was staring at me. Nah, probably my imagination.

"I agree." He says.

"Hey . . . what if we host a single play then? We could do Romeo and Juliet!"

"Where would we get the props and costumes? And who would act all the parts?" he asks.

"Hmm . . . I know a few people who could play the roles. And if we don't have enough, I can always play multiple parts. After all, I've been acting most of my life, and I've memorized Romeo and Juliet forwards and backwards."

"Hmm, yeah, yeah I could see it!" he says, tail wagging. "But . . . what about the lack of popularity? Just about everyone's adopted the principle's opinion on theatre."

"We get you to join!" I say.

"What?" he says, making a O.o face.

"C'mon, you joined in perfectly! And you'd make a great Romeo. Plus, with the student council president/ disciplinary committee head/ son of the principle in the play, playing the lead as our handsome Romeo, we'd get tons of publicity!"

"Well . . . that's actually a pretty good plan." He says, smiling at the idea. My tail starts wagging at 100 miles per hour, a dumb smile smeared across my face. "Sure, I'll go along with it. It won't be easy you know, we still need to do the proper paperwork to run the play, and costumes and props will be an issue."

"Don't worry, I'll handle that stuff."

"Nah, if I'm Romeo and your Juliet, then I'll need to help." He says, winking at me.

I blush profusely. "A-And whoever said that I would be Juliet?" I ask, confuzzled.

"You're kidding, right? You played the part perfectly! I don't know a better person. And so what if you're a guy? I'm man enough to kiss another man." He says, smirking. "You know what, let me make this easier for you. I won't be your Romeo if you're not my Juliet."

"What?! But you're the lynch pin for this whole plan!" I say, desperate.

"So does that mean I have your word?" he asks. "I know you like acting."

"And what told you that?" I ask, grumbling a bit.

"Well . . . you looked really happy on stage. You really looked like Juliet." He smiles. "Honestly . . . it felt like I was Romeo, and I was falling for you."

I look away, blushing. "Y-Yeah, well, I'll play the part, since we're short on people."

"Great!" he says. He grabs my paw, suddenly, pulling me towards the door. "C'mon, lunch's almost over and we need to get to the next class."

"Yeah. I'm just lucky you love Romeo and Juliet so much." I say. I slap myself internally. Shit! I wasn't supposed to know that!

Wait, maybe he won't notice. "How did you know?" he asks.

Shit! "Oh, u-um, my sister told me, you met her, right? Julie! She was walking with me, and we got separated from each other in the hall. Then I ended up here. She told me you liked Romeo and Juliet, since I'm a little crazy for it too." I say, trying to play it off.

"Hmmm." He says, eyeing me suspiciously. Suddenly, he has a realization of some kind, a light bulb moment. "Oh, I see how it is."

"Y-You do?" I ask.

"Yup." He says, walking us through the door and smirking a bit wickedly. "I see exactly how it is."

. . . What?!