F*ck, Should I wear a Bra?

The heavy wooden door clicked shut behind him, Alex let out a breath, expecting to see a strict instructor and a line of sweaty recruits ready to swing swords.

Instead, he froze in his tracks.

What appeared in front of him was a spacious training hall lined with wall-to-wall mirrors.

And it was full. Not with loud, grunting men, but with a class full of young women.

They were all wearing skin-tight training outfits, tiny spandex shorts that rode high up their thighs and tight sports bras that pushed their cleavage together.

“Did I enter the wrong room? This looks like a damn yoga class..!!” They were chatting animatedly with each other all the while stretching their bodies on padded mats.

Alex watched helplessly as one girl bent over touching her toes, her shorts stretching dangerously tight across her round bottom, while another arched her back, showing off a flat, sweaty stomach and heavy breasts resting against the fabric of her top.

"Fuck that old bastard," Alex cursed under his breath, his face burning hot. "I told him I was not a girl, yet he put me into an all-girls class on purpose!"

He reached behind his back, fully intending to grab the doorknob and march right back out to demand a transfer.

But his hand froze.

Outside, in the men's section, hundreds of guys were training completely bare-chested under the sun.

In a traditional swordsmanship class, removing your shirt to endure the heat and toughen the skin using body strengthening medicine was completely normal for men.

If he went out there, he would be forced to strip his hoodie and shirt off to fit in.

However, standing bare-chested and exposing his feminine, mutating body publicly to a field of hundreds of high testosterone-filled men was absolutely not an option..

Right now his skin was too pale like a vampire’s, too flawlessly smooth, and the soft curves of his waist would be impossible to hide.

He would be eaten alive by those men, or at the very least, exposed as a mutant freak.

"Hehee... maybe the old man's eyes are just sharper than yours, my sweet vessel," the Empress giggled in his mind, her voice dripping with amusement. "Look around. You fit right in."

"Shut up," Alex snapped back mentally, his face burning hot.

He swallowed hard, his throat dry. He had no choice. He could only try to act the part and proceed with the class.

"Alright, ladies, settle down! Break time is over!"

Suddenly, a sharp voice echoed across the hall. From the back of the room stepped the instructor.

She was a tall, athletic woman in her late twenties, with long blonde hair tied into a ponytail, bright blue eyes, and slightly elongated canine teeth.

Although she didn’t have fluffy ears or a tail, there was no need to guess.

She must be a werewolf gene awakener. She held a heavy wooden training sword, resting it casually on her shoulder.

As she walked to the center of the room, her eyes locked onto others then stopped on Alex who was standing frozen by the door.

"You're late," the instructor said, her strict gaze sweeping over his baggy gray hoodie and black silk pants.

Her sharp nose twitched slightly, unexpectedly catching a faint, diluted wave of Alex's sweet pheromones.

As she took a breath, a brief flash of confusion crossed the instructor's face, her strict expression softening for just a fraction of a second before she shook her head, trying to clear the sudden fog in her mind.

"And you're terribly overdressed. Take off that heavy coat and those tight jeans, grab a wooden sword from the rack, and join the stretching circle."

Alex's heart raced. ‘Take off the coat and the jeans?’

“What should I wear then?" Alex hesitated, his hands tightly gripping the edges of his oversized gray hoodie.

He couldn't help but ask, as he hadn't brought any other set of clothes to change into.

"Whatever, I don't care," the werewolf instructor replied, even if she or any other around him doubted that he was male, waving her hand dismissively, too lazy to bother with a single unprepared student.

"If you can't do it today, come back tomorrow." She turned her back and blew a sharp whistle, loudly directing the other girls to spread out on the mats for their warm-ups.

Alex stood by the door, his heart sinking. Going home meant wasting a whole day, and worse, he desperately needed to unlock a combat profession.

Not to mention, he couldn't afford to be kicked out on day one or expose himself as a man and join the men’s training squad.

Just when he was debating whether to walk away in defeat, a sweet, energetic voice piped up from the side.

"Hey, I have an extra set! Do you need it?"

Alex turned to see a girl with short hair and a bright, friendly smile jogging over to him.

She was wearing a pair of tight black spandex shorts and a form-fitting blue sports bra, her lightly tanned skin glowing with a thin sheen of sweat.

"I'm Lily," she said, looking Alex up and down with a curious glimmer in her eyes.

As she got closer and closer to Alex, the faint, sweet scent of his pheromones hit her, and her cheeks flushed a light pink, though she didn't seem to realize why.

"You look like you're about my size, well smaller… No offense!”

“My locker is right over there. You can borrow my spare clothes if you don’t mind."

Alex's face burned hot.

‘Wear a girl's workout clothes? A sports bra?’ His internal male pride screamed in absolute protest.

He was a guy. A nineteen-year-old man, plus another twenty five plus from the Earth.

The thought of strapping himself into women's undergarments and tight spandex was the biggest humiliation crashing through his mind.

‘But what choice do I have? Wearing a bra was better than walking half naked’ Alex thought frantically. If he walked out to the men's training yard, he would have to strip off his shirt.

Exposing his flawlessly pale, hairless skin, his cinched waist, and his puffy, feminine nipples to a field of hundreds of heavy testosterone-filled men was basically a death sentence.

"Hahaha... look at you, completely trapped," the Empress's amused voice echoed in his mind, vibrating with sadistic delight. "Are you going to run away again, or are you finally going to dress the part?"

"Shut up," Alex gritted his teeth mentally. He forced a polite, strained smile and looked back at Lily. "I... I'll borrow them. Thank you."

"No problem! Follow me," Lily chirped, grabbing a neatly folded bundle from her locker and pointing him toward a small, curtained semi transparent changing stall in the back corner of the hall.

Alex slipped behind the heavy curtain and let out a shaky breath.

He stared at the clothes in his hands.

A pair of high-waisted black athletic shorts and a sleek, white sports bra made of a stretchy, moisture-wicking material.

With trembling fingers, he unzipped his heavy gray hoodie and pulled off his black silk inner shirt.

He caught a glimpse of himself in the small mirror mounted on the wall.

His bare chest was soft and pale, lacking any rugged definition.

The deep pink, swollen areolas stood out starkly, the nipples hard and incredibly sensitive to the cool air of the training hall.

‘Just put it on. It's just clothing, haven’t I seen many crossdressers before?’ he told himself, trying to suppress the deep psychological struggle tearing at his mind. “I should be same, nothing more than that.”

“Not to mention, there was no one that knew my real self.”