A request from maihyuga on the Johnkat Skype group involving Karkat trying crossdressing .3. (Slightly somewhat perhaps yes NSFW)
After he heard the last of the jocks’ obnoxious voices echo out of the spacious locker room, Karkat slipped out from behind a tall row of lockers and sat down on a wooden bench. He hit his ankles together, looked behind him, around him, above and below him to make sure that there wasn’t a guy (or girl, although why would girls want to head into the disgusting-smelling boy’s locker room, anyways?) to be found. He picked up his red backpack and quietly zipped open the biggest pocket; he didn’t know exactly why he was being so quiet, no one was around, right? Out from the bag came a short burgundy skirt, a white blouse with the same color trim, and a pair of burgundy socks with black loafers. Karkat frowned at himself. Why was he doing this? he asked himself. A girl’s uniform, courtesy of Kanaya who may or may not have actually lent the clothing to him after their last sleepover (what, she was a lesbian and he was gayer than a rainbow cookie dunked in an apple martini, anyone who had the thought that they were fucking obviously was too insipid to understand the concept of fucking in the first place). Dammit, Kanaya, why was she always so supportive of everything Karkat did? He’s going to look stupid. Why couldn’t he have just done this at home?
Still, as Karkat rubbed the starch fabric between his thumbs and forefingers, the urge to put the outfit on, just to see how it felt, looked, beckoned him. With another quick look around, Karkat stood and began to shuffle off his own school uniform.



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Because he was a client, that was all he was. And Karkat was just his little rented whore, that was all he was.
Scene from my kismeisis’ fic, which you should go read if you like Johnkat and smut because wow damn that’s hot and touching at the same time.[Sorry for messy coloring u-u]](http://25.media.tumblr.com/fb7c7ecf734022bfefa6f80e9b0b931f/tumblr_mmthgo7mfT1s7p1auo1_1280.png)

