Crossdressing To Survive An Apocalypse

As Skyy wrestled with the chair stuck to his backside, the teacher rushed forward to help, but the laughter in the room was contagious, even he couldn't help but chuckle. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they managed to free Skyy from the chair's grasp, but the embarrassment lingered.

Feeling a mix of frustration and humiliation, Skyy slunk down into the larger chair the teacher had offered, avoiding eye contact with the other children. However, to his surprise, instead of mocking him further, the children began to approach him with curiosity and sympathy.

"Are you okay?" one of the older kids asked, a hint of concern in their voice.

Skyy nodded, his cheeks still flushed with embarrassment. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just... a little clumsy, I guess."

The children exchanged glances before one of them, a girl with pigtails and freckles, ran to him and offered him a small popsicle with a blush on uer face. "D-don't worry, we've all peed our pants before."

Skyy managed a weak smile in return. 'How is it the same!!' He exclaimed in his heart. But kindly thanked the kid.

The class teacher quickly got the children to their respective seats and started the class. "Lets start with cursive writing today. I want you kids to copy exactly what teacher writes on the board, okay?"

The kids all pulled out their notebook and pencil from their respective desks.

Watching this skyy quickly touched the inside of the desk but turns out there was nothing inside.

"Here this is yours," the teacher gave him a small book and a newly sharpened pencil.

With a bright smile he accepted it. "Thanks,"

Skyy who was well versed in reading found it very hard to follow the writing class.

Skyy watched as the other children eagerly scribbled away on their notebooks, their pencils dancing across the page with ease. Despite his best efforts, he struggled to replicate their graceful movements, his hand shaking as he attempted to hold the pencil steady.

The teacher, noticing his difficulty, knelt down beside him with a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, Skyy. It takes time to get the hang of it. Here, let me show you."

With gentle guidance, the teacher demonstrated the proper way to hold a pencil, his fingers wrapping around Skyy's hand to help steady it. Skyy felt a warmth spread through him at the teacher's kindness, grateful for the personal attention.

"Like this?" Skyy asked tentatively, trying to mimic the teacher's movements.

The teacher nodded encouragingly. "That's it! Now, try to make some straight lines."

Skyy nodded, focusing intently as he attempted to follow the teacher's instructions. After a few shaky attempts, he managed to produce a somewhat straight line, his face lighting up with pride.

"Hey, not bad!" the teacher exclaimed, ruffling Skyy's hair affectionately. "You're a natural."

Skyy grinned, a sense of accomplishment swelling within him. "Thanks, Teacher. I'll keep practicing."

Skyy glanced down at the crooked line he had written with a mixture of pride and disbelief. This was the first letter he had ever written in his 18 years of existence. Despite its imperfections, it represented a milestone—a tangible reminder of the progress he had made since escaping the oppressive environment of his past.

"If I hadn't escaped that god-awful place, I wouldn't have gotten this opportunity," he mumbled under his breath, his voice choked with emotion as he subtly wiped his red eyes.

Suddenly, a chorus of voices broke through his thoughts, drawing his attention to the group of children gathered around him.

"Teacher!! The big kid is crying!!!"

"Crying? Ahh."

"Why? Is his butt stuck again?"

"I don't think so. I think he can't write."

The children's whispers floated through the air, their words a sharp contrast to the supportive atmosphere Skyy had grown accustomed to. He felt a pang of embarrassment wash over him as their curious gazes turned towards him, their gossip spreading like wildfire.

Trying to maintain his composure, Skyy forced a smile and shook his head. "I'm fine, just... happy," he said, his voice wavering slightly.

The teacher, sensing the tension in the air, approached with a concerned expression. "Is everything alright, Skyy?"

Skyy nodded, doing his best to hide the turmoil brewing beneath the surface. "Yes, Teacher. I'm just... overwhelmed."

After his initial awkwardness he was able to blend well with the kids. In fact he was able to write two alphabets!!! He mastered L and I in a day.

As lunchtime approached, Skyy watched with a pang of longing as the other children excitedly retrieved their lunch boxes from their bags. However, unlike them, he hadn't brought a lunch box of his own. Like a wilted flower, he sat in the corner, secretly watching the kids eat, feeling a twinge of hunger gnaw at his stomach.

"It's okay... I have candy..."

The sole candy gifted by the girl was going to be his lunch. He quickly unwrapped it and popped it into his mouth. Sweet fruity taste filled his Pallet making him grin happily.

Before he knew it a small sandwich appeared on his desk.

Stunned skyy glanced to the side. The pony tail girl pointed to the sandwich with a grin.

Skyy was flabbergasted.

It looked like the child only has two sandwiches. He didn't want to deprive a child of her food so he gentnly pushed it towards her.

"It's okay, I'm not hungry,"

"Mommy says If we don't eat, zombies will come for our brain," she mumbled with a serious gaze

Skyy blinked, 'is that true? These zombies sound much more terrifying.'

Ever since he came to this world. One thing did not make sense to him. If zombies were once humas why do they hurt their own kind. Don't they have any sort of residual feelings.

"Eat mister, or teacher will scold you," the girl said in a hushed whisper.

Skyy picked up the sandwich and took a bite. It tasted simple with fresh tomatoes and pickled onions inside. But he had never eaten a more delicious meal.

Grinning he finished it in seconds. "I'm starting to love this world,"