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Sonic sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose as he was sat in his living room. How the heck had it come to this? A few thoughtless words in an interview and suddenly it was like a target had been painted on his back. The interview that started it all was still playing vividly in his mind... //"So, Sonic, as a hero you've certainly gathered quite a few fans, correct?" "Well, I don't like to toot my own horn, April, but..." "Heh, of course, of course. Obviously you're very popular with young to mid-teen boys, but I'd like to ask your opinion on your other fans?" "Yeah? Like who?" "You know, girls, older men and women, gay and trans, and so on." "Well, I don't really care what age or gender you are. I'm out fighting for everyone! As for the gays and trannies, well... as long as those freaks don't try to force it on me, they can do what they like." "...I-I see..."// ...and just like that he'd made an enemy of practically every member of the LGBT community. Abusive letters, people calling him out on television, death threats over social media, the works. He dismissed it all at first, the whole thing would blow over. His friends gave him a lot of grief too but a joke, a smile and a shrug and they soon got over it. He wasn't worried at all. But that was only the beginning. During the initial deluge of hate mail he received, there was one letter in particular that stood out. Sealed in a pink envelope and typed out on pink paper, it simply read: //Dear Sonic, Your words and actions towards the LGBT community are completely unacceptable. As a representative of the community, we demand a public apology as soon as possible. Tranonymous R// No abusive language, no insults, just a simple and professional demand. The word "Tranonymous" was in the same typeface as the rest, but the "R" was handwritten. What was that supposed to mean? Sonic ignored it. Days passed by and he received less and less angry letters until they stopped. But not this one. This one kept coming. Every day like clockwork, the same pink envelope and paper, same font, same demands. Every single day. After thirty days of the same letter, Sonic was surprised to open the pink envelope and find something different. //Dear Sonic, It appears you don't quite understand who you are dealing with. We regret to inform you a public apology is no longer adequate. You will learn the error of your actions one way or another. Tranonymous R// Once again, Sonic just tossed the letter in the trash. What followed was a week of silence. No unusual pink letters, no word from Tranonymous, no word from "R". But exactly seven days later, just as Sonic was beginning to think they'd given up, he received another pink envelope. This one didn't have a letter inside. Inside were pictures. Dozens and dozens of photographs of Sonic himself going about his day. That in and of itself was nothing special, but the sheer number of them was frightening. You could have used them to give a complete play-by-play of his life. And then there were the ones of when he was certain he was alone. When he was in his house. When he was relaxing in the countryside. When he was asleep. How had they done this? Whoever this "R" person was, they had been completely able to track, follow, and record everything he had done. How did they do that without him noticing? But it was the last photos that really sent a chill down his spine. Passwords. Phone numbers. Bank details. Social security. Even his school records. Every piece of sensitive information regarding Sonic had somehow been accessed, appropriated or otherwise acquired and photographed by this person... no, not person. There was no way one freak did all this. "Tranonymous"... it finally clicked. Tranonymous was a group, and "R" was just one member of it. The next day, another letter arrived. //Dear Sonic, Hopefully we have made ourselves clear. What you have seen is only a taste of what we are capable of. As said, an apology is no longer a suitable restitution. Within three days you will receive a letter. Do as the letter commands. Do not test us, Sonic. You have been warned. Tranonymous R// And that was how Sonic ended up where he was. He had no idea what these Tranon-whatever wierdos could do if he angered them. So he waited. He just had to follow what they said, for now. He heard the rattle of his letterbox. He caught the letters before they even hit the floor and tore them open. Sure enough the tell-tale pink paper and signature was there. His eyes scanned over the letter. Oh no. * * * * * Sonic stared up at the flamboyantly decorated sign above the storefront. He glanced down at the letter before looking back at the sign. //The Pink Pearl.// No doubt about it. This was the place. The large windows gave a peek inside, where women in pink uniforms tended to their patrons. Some were cutting hair, some were styling hair, some did nails, some did makeup... it was a beauty salon. One of the most feminine and frou-frou salons in Central City by the looks of it. Sonic couldn't help but wince at the idea of going in. He glanced over his shoulders; at least there weren't that many people around. With a groan he tucked the letter away and reached for the handle. Bracing himself for what he'd find on the other side, he turned the handle and entered... ...and immediately the scent of perfumes, cosmetics, hair care products and all other kinds of pungent girly smells assaulted Sonic's nostrils. He instinctively brought his hand up to try and block the feminine fragrances, yet still felt the lingering vapours catch in the back of his throat. He coughed to clear it out as best he could before he approached the front desk. A poodle was sat there, jaws at work on a piece of gum as she idly read a magazine. "Hey there, doll, how can I-" She looked up and realised who she was talking to. "...no. Way. Sonic? THE Sonic the Hedgehog?" Sonic cringed at how loud she was being, a few of the other patrons looking over. He gulped (unwittingly swallowing the taste of hairspray) and motioned quickly to her. "Y-Yeah, can you keep it down please?" "Oh sure thing, sir!" she said in a still-much-too-loud voice. "So what can I do for you? Need directions or something?" "Not quite," he said in a hushed whisper. "I have... I-I have an appointment. Here." The poodle looked at him oddly. "...oh? Okay..." She picked up her schedule and ran her eyes through it. "I, uh, I don't see your name anywhere." "It might..." He groaned inwardly, knowing there was no 'might' about it. "...it's under 'Sonique the Glamhog'." The receptionist stared at him as if he had suddenly turned pink. Which with all the dyes and fumes hanging in the air, he almost feared he very well could. "I see..." she said, her mouth twitching into a tiny smile when she looked back down at her book. "Oh yes, I see it here. Well, I'll let the stylists know you're here so why don't you take a seat over there... ma'am." This time her smile had grown into a full-on grin, even as Sonic shot her a dirty look. "Thanks," he said bitterly. He turned and sat down on the nearby couch that he guessed constituted the 'waiting area', and took a look around at the salon's interior. As he guessed from the outside, it was pink. Pink walls, pink chairs, pink desks, alternating white and pink tiled floors. It was the kind of place even Amy would find a bit gaudy. Of course it matched well with the ultra feminine aesthetic it seemed to be going for. The wallpaper had a floral embossing over it and the fluorescent lights were decorated with false chandeliers. Even the couch he was sat on looked like the sort of thing a supermodel would be reclining against. He supposed he shouldn't have been surprised when he noticed that he was the only male in the entire shop. Not a single worker or customer was of the masculine persuasion, or either they were so convincing that it was impossible to tell. Though Sonic presumed it was the former as he noticed he was being stared at by the three other women waiting their turn. Just as he prepared to ask them what they were looking at, a tall flamingo in the salon's uniform walked over. "So, which one of you lovely ladies is Sonique the Glamhog?" she asked in an affected voice. Immediately Sonic felt his cheeks burning as the women glanced at one another then at him. He slowly raised his hand. "That... that's me," he said, wishing against all odds that he'd just burst into flames right there and then. "Oh, I see. Well, darlin', if you'd just follow me." The flamingo spun on her heel and strode back to her station. A blushing Sonic followed, ignoring the giggles of the waiting patrons as he flopped onto the pink leather chair. The flamingo smiled to herself as she draped a paler pink smock over the blue hedgehog, tying it in a loose knot behind his neck. "There we go. Now you just sit back and relax, honey, and we'll have you feeling like a new person in no time!" "Mrm," Sonic grunted. His stylist smiled and picked up a pair of wireless earbuds in her feather fingers. "We offer some music to help our clients relax while we do our work. Would you like that?" "Uh." Before Sonic could say yes or no, he felt the pink buds being slipped into his ears. He groaned as peppy pop music dominated his hearing, but didn't feel like protesting. He just wanted to get this over and done with. With a heavy sigh, he just closed his eyes and let the flamingo do her work. He felt the chair tip back and warm water run through his quills, as the flamingo's feathers massaged it into his scalp. He couldn't deny, it felt kind of nice... kind of relaxing... and heck, the music wasn't so bad either. Yeah, it was nice... and relaxing... and he could use some R&R after all... so nice... and relaxing... Within moments, Sonic dozed off. The flamingo smirked. "Perfect..." * * * * * //Sonic ran through the Green Hill Zone, dashing over pits and cliffs and zooming past spikes and badniks. He ran through the loop-de-loops and leaped across the springboards, grabbing every ring he could along the way. He wasn't worried. He knew this area like the back of his hand. As he shot through the S-shaped tunnels, he spotted an item monitor ahead. He grinned and tucked into a ball, rolling into it and shattering it with a loud POP. Pink smoke puffed out and enshrouded him. Uncurling, he resumed his super sonic pace. And immediately tripped and fell to the ground. "Argh! What the...?" He looked down and gasped. His sneakers had been replaced by a pair of purple high heels. "The heck?" He clambered to his feet, wobbling as he tried to find his balance in the girly shoes. "Where did these come from?" He looked back at the monitor he just destroyed and something occurred to him. It wasn't grey. It was pink. Before he could think further, his legs suddenly sprang to life. He began running, but not in his usual heroic speed. Instead, he felt himself wobble and stumble as he ran, but always just shy of falling flat on his face. "Whoa! Hey! Wait, stop!" he yelled, but his feet refused to obey. Ahead, he saw another pink monitor, and this time he could see the front. Instead of a ring or sparkles or his own face, this monitor showed a pair of red lips blowing a kiss. Without warning his legs suddenly lunged for it, slamming Sonic's body against the monitor. It burst open with a POP and released more of that pink smoke. When it cleared, Sonic looked down and yelped. He was in a purple evening dress. "G-Get this off me!" he said. He grabbed and tugged at the garment, but it stayed fast. Almost like it was a part of his body. Once again, his legs began to move, this time with more of a flouncy motion to them. His new skirt swished around his legs with every motion. Another pink monitor with the lips was ahead, and with a POP it was burst open. Sonic looked down. The front of the dress was filled out nicely by his new large breasts. "AH!" he yelled, tugging once again at the dress as once again his body began to move. "Wait! Hang on!" Too late, another monitor. POP. His gloves reached past his shoulders. Another monitor. POP. His legs were covered in pantyhose. POP. He tasted lipstick. POP. Earrings. POP. Eyeshadow. POP. Necklace. POP. Perfume. POP. POP. POP. POP. POP. POP. POP. POP. POPPOPPOPPOPPOPPOPPOPPOPPOPPOP. "STOP!" Everything stopped. Sonic panted. He looked around. He wasn't in the Green Hill Zone. He was in Studiopolis Zone. Cameras were looking at him. "N-No!" He tried to run, but as soon as he turned there were reporters. "Sonic! Are the rumours true?" one yelled as they shoved a microphone in his face. "No!" He turned away, but there were more. "Is it true you're gay?" "Of course not!" He turned away again. "Is it true that you're a tranny?" "Never!" He backed against the wall. "I'm not gay! I'm not a tranny! I'm... I'm..." "I'm Sonique the Glamhog!" His eyes went wide and he looked around. The wall behind him was glass, and behind it he saw himself. "Who are you?" "I just told you. I'm Sonique the Glamhog!" his reflection said with his hands on his hips. Sonic frowned and put his hands on his hips. "No way. I'm Sonic the Hedgehog!" "Oh yeah?" Sonique smirked and flipped his quills. "Yeah!" Sonic flipped his quills. "The one and only!" "Hate to break it to you, darling," Sonique smirked and leaned over, folding his arms under his breasts. "But you're not in charge anymore." "What the heck are you talking about?" Sonic frowned and leaned over, folding his arms under his breasts. Sonique just laughed, turned and began to walk away. "H-Hey, wait!" Sonic stepped forward, but was blocked by the glass. "Where are you going? Get back here!" Through the glass he saw Sonique smiling and talking to his friends. "Don't listen!" He said. "That's not me! I'm Sonic! Not Sonique!" He banged his fists on the glass. "Please!" "You have to listen!" "I'm the real Sonic!" "It's me!" "Help!" His fist struck the glass one last time. It shattered. And so did Sonic.// * * * * * ...Sonic jerked awake. His eyes darted around the salon, the eye- searing pinks quickly reminding him of where he was. "Oh... right..." Phew. Just a dream. That's all it was. "Ah, you're awake!" the flamingo said with a smile. She capped the small silver tube she had in her hands and set it down on the table. "And perfect timing, I was just finishing your makeup! Wanna see the new you?" Sonic felt a knot forming in the pit of his stomach. He did NOT want to see the "new him", not whatever "new him" a place like this would create. But the flamingo didn't give him a chance to protest as she spun his chair around to face the mirror, whipping off the pink smock with a flourish. Sonic saw his reflection and screamed. His face was the first thing that caught his attention, though he wished it hadn't. Bright, shiny, waxy red lipstick coated his lips, the same vibrant and eye-catching red from his sneakers. The colour had been expertly applied, forming an ideal "cupid's bow" shape that left his mouth almost begging to be kissed. His eyelids were coated in the same colour, thick and shiny, clashing strongly with the masculine blue of his fur. Long false eyelashes, not unlike those of a certain bat, had been attached and coated with mascara and eyeliner, giving them a natural allure once again like a certain bat. Heavy foundation, rouge, and blusher had been applied to his furless muzzle juuuuust right to emphasise his facial structure in all the worst ways. He had so much makeup caked on, he almost unrecognisable. "Almost" being the key phrase, as even with everything they'd done, it had been done in just the right way that anyone who looked at his face for more than a few seconds could easily see Sonic the Hedgehog behind the pouty lips and bedroom eyes. As bad as his face was, his quills didn't seem to have had much changed. They had clearly been rinsed, shampooed, conditioned, blow- dried and hair-sprayed, leaving them soft and silky-looking, but otherwise the style and shape remained the same. If anything it just looked like what a female hedgehog with his quillstyle would look like... which in many ways was worse. It made him a lot easier to recognise, and while it wasn't as bad as his face it still gave the "I spend way too long on my hair!" message at a glance. The second thing he noticed was his body. Specifically, his breasts. They were so big, so heavy, and above all so realistic that Sonic immediately had to grab them to make sure that they weren't real. Thankfully one touch proved otherwise, but it brought little comfort. They matched his skin tone perfectly, and the stylist had used her expert makeup skills to hide the seam where they met his flesh. Even though they were too large and round to actually look natural, to all the world it looked like Sonic was now the proud owner of a pair of breast implants. From there, his hands moved down to his hips, which were significantly wider than they were when he walked in. Again, a touch confirmed they were simple padding, clearly designed to give him a much curvier silhouette. As he moved in the chair to look at his new hips, a tightness around his waist made itself known. A corset. The end result was that Sonic now had a figure on par with Rouge's, though bust-wise he was at least a cup-size or three bigger than her. Finally there was his outfit. Covering his new shapely form was an ankle-length evening gown, same shade of red as his lips with every inch of fabric covered in sequins. The garment was strapless and held up presumably by sheer force of will while baring his cleavage for all to see. A white belt with a golden buckle was nestled around his forcibly slimmed waist, designed to call to mind the design of his shoes. A thigh-high slit on one side exposed his legs, which were now garbed in cobalt blue pantyhose to both give them a sexy feminine sheen and hide his hip pads. His feet had been squeezed into a pair of red sequinned pumps with a white stripe on the side and a decorative golden buckle, matching his dress and by extension looking like hyper- feminized versions of his sneakers. But unlike his sneakers these shoes were NOT suitable for running; heck, with the towering stilettos, he'd be lucky if he could even walk. Along with the dress and heels, his gloves had been replaced by a pair of white satin opera gloves. Instead of bunching up around his wrists, these gloves climbed up past his elbow almost reaching his shoulders. Around each wrist was a golden bracelet similar to all the rings he'd collected over the years or the ones Amy wore. From head to toe, Sonic had been turned into an overdone drag parody of himself. "Wh... WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME!?" he screamed, finally finding his voice. It did not at ALL match the glam-diva body it was coming out of. "Just what you asked for, ma'am," the flamingo said with a giggle. "Now for the finishing touches!" Sonic's gorgeous red lips were pulled into a scowl as he prepared to protest, but the words hadn't even formed in his mouth before the flamingo yanked him out of the chair onto the salon floor. He threw his arms out to the sides to try and keep his balance, the full weight of his new boobs dragging him forward and forcing him to take several wobbly steps to right himself. He felt ridiculous, like he was trying to walk on stilts with a pair of bowling balls strapped to his chest. Just as he thought he'd managed to catch himself, he realised he now stood between two more salon workers, a cow and a lynx, each holding a pink bottle. "Ready?" the cow asked. "Ready!" the lynx answered. Sonic once again didn't get a chance to speak before he was enshrouded by a cloud of perfume, the flowery fragrance filling his nose and mouth and getting the decoratively dressed hedgehog coughing and spluttering. The salon workers didn't stop until both of their perfume bottles were completely emptied, leaving poor Sonic smelling of... well, of exactly you would expect someone who looked the way he now did to smell. "Is it not exquisite?" the flamingo asked, taking a deep inhale of the hedgehog's new scent. "//Parfum De Dame Bleu//, it's called. Imported all the way from Spagonia; nothing but the best for our clients!" "I..." Sonic tried to speak, but another cough cut him off. "And the finishing touch!" The flamingo slipped a purse onto his shoulder. It had the same style as his dress and shoes; red and sequined with a white strap in the middle and a gold buckle in the centre. "And with that... voila! The fabulous Sonique the Glamhog is complete, and I have to say I think you might be our best work yet! Don't you feel so much better already?" Finally gathering himself, Sonic slowly looked down at himself. "I'm... I'm feeling lots of things," he finally answered. "But is that it? Are we done?" "Oh, I think so, sweetie!" The flamingo smiled. "Hair, makeup, outfit, accessories, additions... we've done everything you had booked and then some!" "Oh thank god..." Sonic whispered under his breath, not noticing as he raised his hand to brush some quills over his shoulder. "Well, not that I haven't had a... uh, simply //lovely// time," he said, forcing a smile and resisting the urge to roll his eyes. "But I really should get going. You know, important... Glamhog things to do." "Of course, ma'am!" The flamingo nodded her head. "Everything was pre- paid for, so you're free to be on your way! Have a gorgeous day!" "Yeah, you too..." Sonic grumbled as he made his way to the door. His gait was awkward and ungainly as he took slow and careful steps, trying not to stumble or trip in his heels. Not an easy feat when he couldn't even see his feet past his new rack, never mind the corset forcing his back straight. Once the door closed behind Sonic, the flamingo smiled and turned to the poodle. "Call R, let her know that Sonique is on her way." * * * * * Sonic breathed a sigh of relief as the salon's door closed behind him. Thank Gaia THAT was over. Now all he had to do was run home, which with his speed would be a... Snap. He looked down at himself, his new cleavage dominating his sight. He turned to look at his backside over his shoulder, raising one leg and seeing just how tall his heels were. Even turning at the waist to do that was difficult with the corset crushing his mid-section. Yeah, there was no way in heck he was running ANYWHERE like this. With the shoes alone he risked breaking his ankles going at anything faster than a saunter. He briefly considered just ripping the humiliating outfit off and zooming home, but even with his speed he ran the risk of being seen in the nude. Sure, he usually wore just gloves and shoes anyway, but the law was the law. The last thing he wanted was to gain a reputation as he world's fastest streaker. But was that any worse than being seen looking like the lovechild of himself and Jessica Rabbit...? //Fweet-Fwoo!// Sonic turned in the direction of the whistle as best her could. Three dogs in construction gear were standing across the street with smirks on their faces. "Looking good there, bluetits!" an overweight bulldog said. "How about you come over here, we'll show you a good time!" His face burning the same colour as his outfit, Sonic quickly hurried down the street as fast as his outfit would let him, ignoring the bouncing of his chest just as much as he was ignoring the whistles and cat-calls sent his way. What a bunch of jerks! If they realised he was a guy, he bet they wouldn't be acting so- He paused. Did they NOT realise he was a guy? Turning a corner, he looked at his reflection in the window of a nearby store. Big (bogus) breasts, soft quills, way too much makeup, a fancy dress and heels... aside from the fact that he was a blue hedgehog, there really wasn't anything that outright said "Hello, I am Sonic the Hedgehog!" At most he looked like someone who was a fan of his style, albeit in an embarrassingly feminine way. He popped open his purse. Inside he found a compact, a tube of lipstick, a miniature bottle of that parcel-dedum-blue stuff, a frilly handkerchief, the damn letter that started all this... and no money. So a bus or taxi was out of the question. He pressed his shiny red lips together. He didn't like it. No in fact, he hated it. But it was his best bet of getting home without a hitch. He fought the urge to let out a sigh. He adjusted the bust of his dress, patted his quills to make sure they looked right, slung his purse over his shoulder, and began to walk. * * * * * Click, clack, click, clack. The sound of his own footsteps practically rang in Sonic's ears, every tap of his stilettos on the sidewalk serving as a reminder of his feminine facade. After a block or two he'd managed to get the hang of them... somewhat. He wasn't stumbling as much and he was able to make his stride look a lot more natural, but it still took a lot of focus and he couldn't go any faster than a brisk pace. In his head he cursed whatever maniac invented high heels, and questioned the sanity of any woman that wore them. The padding on his hips did NOT help. With each step he felt them swinging from side to side in a very eye-catching fashion. He knew because he could feel eyes on him every time he walked past anyone. If his footsteps were the tick-tock of a clock then his pelvis was a pendulum, swaying to and fro despite his best efforts. His chest wasn't much better, his large breasts wobbling from side to side with every movement no matter how slight. It was embarrassingly obvious to both himself and any onlookers that Sonic was not wearing a bra, every step leading to his false bust threatening to pop out of his dress and say hello. It was somewhat counter-acted by his corset, forcing him to walk with his back straight and his chest out, but not enough to make a difference. Everything about the way his outfit forced him to walk practically screamed for attention. Like his body was yelling "I am a pretty lady, please look at me!" Trying to limit it just led to his gait seeming forced and clumsy, and the last thing he needed was for people to realise this wasn't his natural appearance and to recognise him. So a pretty-lady-strut it was. And it was exhausting. His feet were killing him, his back was aching, and his patience was wearing thin from having to pretend all the pervs ogling him didn't bother him. He needed a break. Even just ten minutes off those hellish heels would have done. Taking a quick look around, he spotted a quaint little cafe on the street corner. The would do nicely! He tottered over as quickly as he was able and peered through the window. Not too many people were inside, just an older male raccoon already gathering his things to leave and a couple of waitresses... perfect. He pushed the door open, once again trying to look casual as possible, and slunk to one of the corner tables where he wouldn't be disturbed. The raccoon walked past, and Sonic fought the urge to growl as he saw him actually rubber-neck to eye Sonic's behind. Keeping his forced smile on his face, Sonic glanced back at the raccoon, who looked up and made eye contact with the drag queen hedgehog. Sonic winked. The raccoon's face went scarlet under his fur, and he quickly hurried out the door. Sonic didn't fare much better, his own cheeks glowing under his makeup. Why did he do that!? He just winked at another guy! Another guy who was //checking him out//! He quickly took a seat, not noticing how he smoothed his dress down and crossed his legs. Why the heck did he wink at him? He wasn't into guys, and he certainly didn't want people to think he liked this... then again it DID send the guy running off in a fluster. Maybe he subconsciously knew it would do that? ...yeah. Yeah that was it. It was just to scare the guy off, was all! Besides, it's not as if anyone would recognise him like this, under all the makeup on his face, right? He popped open his purse once more and pulled the compact out. He flicked it open: all he could see in the mirror was an overly powdered drag queen. He chuckled to himself, pursing his lips and winking at his reflection. Yeah, no way on Earth was anyone going to recognise him like this. "Sonic?" Sonic actually felt the colour drain from his face. He looked up, and saw an all-too-familiar sight. "A-Amy?" The pink hedgehog narrowed her eyes and folded her arms. "So is THIS what you do in your spare time?" "N-No!" Sonic said quickly. "Look, it's not what it looks like-" "Oh isn't it?" Amy said, raising her voice. "Because it LOOKS like you'd rather be prancing around in a dress and heels than going on a date with me, Sonic!" A few of the staff were glancing over. Sonic gulped. "A-Amy, just calm down...!" "Why should I?" She slammed her hands on the table. "All this time I've been chasing after you, loving you, begging to marry you, and not ONCE did you think you should let me know you were... like this!?" "Amy, I'm not-" "I mean, it makes sense now I suppose! I wouldn't have held it against you if I wasn't your type, but to lead me on all this time? Make me think I had a chance? How DARE you toy with a girl's heart like that!?" "Look, just listen to m-" "What's there to listen to?" Tears welled up in her eyes. "It's fine! I get it! I hope you and whatever BOYFRIEND you end up with are very happy together!" Before Sonic could answer, she turned and ran out of the cafe. Sonic quickly stood up and tried to follow her. "Amy, wait!" He tried to run, but faltered as he lost his footing and would have fallen if he hadn't grabbed the table. Once he regained his balance he quickly scampered after her, elbows bent and hands near his shoulders to keep his balance, heels tapping on the floor with a rapid click-click-click-click. When he exited the cafe, he couldn't see her anywhere. She was long gone. "Great..." Sonic groaned to himself. Now Amy thought that he was one of those crossdressing drag freaks, something she'd no doubt tell everyone. He'd have to call her and explain after he got home and got all this junk off. He glanced back, scowling at the whispering cafe staff. He fumed and began to walk again, so annoyed he didn't notice where he was going until he walked straight into someone. His balance was already precarious enough, and as he suddenly stepped back his heel slid out from under him and he fell right onto his padded backside. His purse landed on the sidewalk and popped open, spilling its feminine contents across the pavement. "Argh..." Sonic groaned and was about to yell at whoever had walked into him, when a familiar green flash filled the area and he saw a hand in front of him. He clasped it and was swiftly pulled to his feet, only to meet the eyes of one he'd ran into. "Are you alright, ma'am?" Shadow asked. He handed the purse over. A quick glance at the ground showed no scattered makeup or anything. Sonic quickly took his purse back and lowered his head. He'd already been recognised by one person that knew him, he couldn't risk Shadow of all people knowing him too. "Thanks..." he mumbled. He gave a sigh as he looked up, closed his eyes and pressed his red lips against the black hedgehog's cheek. He raised one of his high-heeled legs, letting Shadow support him... ...and then it dawned on him what he was doing. He immediately pulled back, his lips making a "mwah!" sound as they left his doppelganger's face. A perfect red imprint was left, standing out against the tanned skin. Shadow looked at Sonic and gave a chuckle. "I-I..." Sonic's mind was filled with too many questions to think of what to say. Why did he do that? Why to him of all people? Why did he do it so easily? His mind was in such shambles all he could do was flap his smudged lips open and closed. Fortunately Shadow responded instead. He ran his fingers across his cheek, rubbing the lipstick mark away and inspecting the red colour on his gloves. "I'm flattered. But I'm not really looking for romance." Oh thank Illumina. Sonic swallowed and slung his purse over his shoulder. "I-I should really be going..." he said, as he quickly strut past the Ultimate Life Form. "Sure thing..." Shadow smirked. "I'll see you later, Sonic." Sonic's eyes shot wide and he looked back, but Shadow was already gone. * * * * * After what had to have been an hour of walking, Sonic finally stopped. Chaos, how the heck did people manage to get from place to place without sonic-speed? He'd never felt so slow, so sluggish, and so exposed in his life. But whatever, he was finally home. He looked up at the garish sign hanging above the entrance. //~Club Rouge~// "...what the...?" Sonic said. This didn't make any sense. He was definitely heading towards his house in Station Square. He went the right way... didn't he? But then how the heck did he end up here? Did he get turned around somewhere? He shook his head. Whatever, it didn't matter. At least he had something of a safe haven now. Rouge was always hiring performers and stuff, so she was sure to have some spare clothes for him, and he could finally get rid of these ridiculous boobs and makeup. If nothing else, she could at least arrange a ride for him. Tossing his quills back over his shoulder with a flick of his wrist, Sonic walked inside. As with everything related to Rouge, "extravagant" was the word of the day. Expensive pink carpets muffled Sonic's high- heeled footsteps, while the jet black walls were decorated with lined with shiny chrome columns and embellishments. A dance floor took up the majority of the room, tables with fancy silk table-cloths dotting the outer edge. The far wall was dominated by a stage with a sign on it, the rest hidden behind a purple satin curtain. The sign advertised that night's entertainment, a mystery guest simply described as "Station Square's newest and most fabulous drag queen". Sonic grimaced at the thought; with any luck he'd be out of here before whoever that was showed up. Since it was still early the club was mostly empty, thankfully, with just a few workers getting things set up for the night. He caught sight of one of the waitresses, an owl dressed in a simple pink shirt and black skirt, and approached. "Excuse me!" he said. The waitress's head turned to face him and her body quickly followed. "I'm looking for your boss, Rouge. Can you tell me where she is?" "Oh?" She glanced the hedgehog up and down with a smirk. "And who should I say is looking for her?" "A friend," Sonic said calmly. "Sonique the Glamhog. It's urgent." The owl giggled to herself. "Of course, ma'am. Wait here, I'll be right back." As he watched the owl leave, he couldn't help but frown. What was so funny? Had she never heard of the world-famous Sonique the- Oh emerald shards. Did he seriously call himself that? No wonder she was smirking, she must've thought he was- "Oh Sonique, darling!" He snapped out of his train of thought as the club's owner showed herself. Rouge gave a friendly smile, flashing her fangs. "Rouge! Thank goodness!" He returned her smile as he tottered over. He took Rouge's gloved hands in his, and without even thinking he leaned in and gave a kiss to the air beside her face. Rouge chuckled. "You sure took your time. I was beginning to think you weren't going to show up!" "Show up?" Sonic asked. "Rouge, what're you-" "Come with me, sweetheart," she said, tightening her grip on his hand. "We have some things to discuss." Without warning she began to march off, dragging him along beside her just a little bit too fast than he could manage in his heels. Cue the poor hedgehog stumbling along behind her despite his protests. Within minutes the pair were in Rouge's office. Sonic was catching his breath as Rouge closed the door behind him. "So, how did you enjoy your first walk in heels, Sonique?" she asked with a grin. "Not easy being gorgeous is it? I bet the guys couldn't keep their eyes off you! Not that I blame them, red is totally your colour. Though pink and purple I'm sure could work too!" "Rouge, what the heck are you-" He stopped and turned to her. It all finally clicked. "...you were behind this? You're R!?" "Got it in one, Blue Blur! Though I guess it's Blue Beauty now." She chuckled and raised a hand to his chest, giving them a light flick from beneath to make them jiggle. "Or maybe Bouncey Blue? Busty Blue? There's just so many fun nicknames we can use!" "Stop that!" Sonic slapped her hands away and covered his chest protectively. "Just what the heck... how the... WHY!?" "Oh come on, Sonic, use your brain. I made you a diva, not a ditz," She sashayed over to her desk and took a seat. "When did you start getting my letters?" "After that interview..." he said slowly, staring at her. "But... why would YOU be so upset that I said... unless..." His eyes snapped open wide, as if he had just uncovered some sort of unknown truth. "You're a tranny?" "TransWOMAN, thank you," Rouge said, shooting Sonic one of the iciest glares he'd ever seen. "Yes. I was born Crimson the Bat, but I left that part of me behind years ago. I worked hard to re-invent myself, becoming who I knew I really was on the inside. I even found a group of friends and allies who accepted me for who I was..." The corners of her mouth turned up in a small smile, though it almost immediately gave way to a scowl. "And then one of those so-called-friends turns around and says those horrible things! On national television no less!" "How the heck was I supposed to know!" Sonic's eyes quickly travelled up and down Rouge's body. "I mean... LOOK at you! I never would have guessed you were a guy!" "I'm NOT a guy and I never WAS, you dunce!" She slapped Sonic hard across the face. "It's people like YOU that make it so hard for people like me to be accepted! To even ADMIT who we are and who we used to be!" Tears welled up in her eyes, clearly recalling some bad memories. Sonic growled, stroking his cheek. "Look, look... just calm down. I'm sorry, okay?" Rouge huffed but took a moment to compose herself. Once calm, she looked at Sonic with obvious resentment in her eyes. "I already gave you plenty of time to say sorry, Sonic. I'm afraid it's far too late for that." "What do you mean?" Sonic frowned. "Transphobia and homophobia are only ever caused by one thing: ignorance," Rouge said in a deceptively restrained tone. "As angry as I am, I know that you acted like that simply because you didn't know better. Well... I'm going to MAKE sure you know." "What're you talking about?" Sonic was getting annoyed now. "What, are you going to MAKE me a freak like you? Doesn't work like that, Rouge, as soon as I get home I'm taking all this junk off!" "Is that so?" She flashed him a dangerous smirk and sauntered over. "Tell me, Sonic, did you enjoy the music you listened to while you got your makeover?" Sonic raised an eyebrow as Rouge leaned close, blue meeting green as she stared into his eyes. "What does that have to do with-" //"Sleep."// ... Sonic woke with a groan, his eyelashes flapping as he blinked rapidly. What happened? "Ready for your debut, Sonique?" He turned, seeing Rouge smirking beside him. "Rouge? What-" "Here, you'll need this." She forced a microphone into his hand before hurrying off. Before Sonic could question her further, he heard a voice over a loudspeaker. //"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome on-stage, the lovely Miss Sonique the Glamhog!"// His eyes widened as the curtain raised and light shone down on him. The applause of the crowd filled his ears, though he could still make out the gasps, laughs, whispers and mumbles. He wanted to run, or stumble, or hobble or whatever the heck he could do to get away. But his legs refused to move. It was as if the soles of his fancy pumps were glued to the floor. Music began to play. Sonic felt his red lips pulling themselves into a smile as he raised the microphone to them. //"Let's go, girls."// With one hand on his wide hip, Sonic began to sashay forward, each step and wiggle of his curvy pelvis in time with the music before he continued. //"I'm going out tonight, I'm feelin' alright, gonna let it all hang out~"// A chorus of teasing "wooo!"s came from the crowd. Sonic continued to swagger across the stage. //"Wanna make some noise, really raise my voice, yeah I wanna scream and shout~"// Sonic stopped, a playful smirk on his face as he shook his shoulders in time to the music, making his false chest jiggle. The crowd wooped in delight. //"No inhibitions, make no conditions, get a little outta line~"// Sonic was marching his way back and forth across the stage, making sure to show off his pantyhose-clad legs, letting them shine in the spotlight for the audience. //"Ain't gonna act politically correct, I only wanna have a good time~"// By this point, Sonic now stood in the centre of the stage. //"The best thing about being a woman..."// He raised his free hand and gave his quills a very deliberate flip as he winked to the crowd. //"...is the prerogative to have a little fun~!"// The crowd immediately cheered and whistled. In his head, he screamed and shouted and struggled, but it was futile. He was like a puppet on strings, helpless but to follow movements that were not his own. //"Oh-oh-oh, go totally crazy, forget I'm a lady~! Men's shirts, short skirts, Oh-oh-oh, really go wild, yeah, doin' it in style~!"// All through-out the song, Sonic helpless danced and posed in the most over-the-top feminine ways, showing off his chest, his hips, his butt, his legs, and never once did his smile falter despite his desperate attempts otherwise. //"Oh-oh-oh, get in the action, feel the attraction~ Colour my hair, do what I dare, Oh-oh-oh, I wanna be free, yeah, to feel the way I feel..."// He stopped and posed with his back to the audience, one hand on his hip and his legs spread, looking over his shoulder with a wink. //"Man, I feel like a woman!"// * * * * * Sonique sighed heavily, staring at his reflection as he was sat in the dressing room. How the heck had it come to this? A few thoughtless words in an interview and suddenly he was trapped in a life of makeup and sequins. The upcoming interview to finalise it all was still vivid in his mind. "Is something the matter, ma'am?" the smirking flamingo asked, dusting his cheeks with a cosmetics brush. Sonic gave the pink bird a hateful glare, but it was impossible to take him seriously under the layers of makeup he had on. "Oh just the matter of flaunting myself on live TV like this, //darling//," he said through clenched teeth. The Tranonymous stylist and her colleagues just giggled, making their victim sigh more. He hated this. He hated having to dress like a diva, he hated having to do his makeup, he hated all the stares he got when he walked down the street, and he hated having to pretend to like it. Probably the worst part of it when Rouge made him show his friends. He still remembered when he had to head home that first night and show Tails. He flinched as he recalled that look of absolute betrayal on his face, right before he threw every homophobic slur he'd ever heard at him. Sure he calmed down after a bit, but he couldn't stand his little buddy giving him that hateful look when he showed off a new dress, or hear him muttering certain hateful words whenever he talked about his latest salon appointment. Where had he learned that kind of behaviour? ...oh right. Of course. From him. Knuckles wasn't nearly as bad. The red lummox just burst out laughing the moment he realised that his glamorous visitor was actually his rival, and immediately gave him the usual light-hearted jabs they often traded. No, the humiliating part was that Rouge made Sonic flirt with him. Sure, he was forced to do that with pretty much every man he met, but when he knew them it made it ten times worse. Then again, it was pretty satisfying watching the knucklehead getting flustered when Sonic told him how //big// and //strong// he was. Amy was still mad when he met her. Made sense from her point of view, he supposed, but that didn't last long. Not after he gave her the speech that Rouge had made him practice. About how sorry he was, about how scared he was of his true self, about who he was inside, all that junk. Good news was it meant Amy wasn't mad at him anymore, and it meant she wasn't his stalker anymore. Bad news was she instead became his "gal pal" as she put it. Rouge's torment was bad enough, but having to meet up every weekend for shopping trips, spa visits, and all other kinds of girly past-times was just salt in the wound. And of course, he had no choice but to pretend he loved it. And Shadow... turned out the jerk was in on it. And since he lived with Rouge and often attended the club with her, he made sure to rub it in at every opportunity. Sometimes he approached Sonic on his breaks just so that the Glamhog would have to publicly flirt with him. He hated that jackass's pompous smile as he watched Sonic bat his eyelashes, cross his legs and all other sorts of "signals" Rouge had taught him. And of course he made sure that Sonic never got away without giving him a kiss on the cheek. One time in particular was when Rouge was out of town for a couple of days and left Shadow in charge, he called Sonic to Rouge's home and forced him to act as a maid for the day. He even got him into a skimpy uniform and made him call him Master. Chaos, he wanted so badly to punch that bastard right in his arrogant- "So, girls, is everything ready?" Rouge's syrupy voice caught their attention as the bat entered the room. "Oh of course!" the flamingo said with a giggle. "I think we've really outdone ourselves with Sonique this time!" Sonic just scowled and rolled his eyes, picking up the bottle of Parfum De Dame Bleu. He gave himself a couple of spritzes on each side of his neck before (as Rouge had made sure to teach him) adding a couple of sprays to the tops of his breasts. Sure, he didn't like wearing perfume, but he'd rather do it himself than risk the stylists emptying the entire bottle on him again. "Wonderful! Well, do you mind if you give Sonique and I some privacy? I'd like to have some girl-to-girl with her." She flashed a smug smile, showing off her fangs. The stylists all chuckled and filed out of the dressing room. "So, Sonique..." Rouge chuckled, taking a seat on the table beside him. "...hard to believe it's been three months already, huh?" "Really? I didn't notice, I've been busy," he huffed, folding his arms under his bosom. "Wow, in a bitchy mood today are you?" Rouge giggled. "And after all those favours I did for you. Remember when you said you didn't want to wear falsies anymore?" "You gave me IMPLANTS!" He slammed his hand on the chair's armrest and making his new bust jiggle. No breast forms, hip pads anymore. His curves were now permanently a part of him. "How the heck is turning me into a tranny a favour!?" "The favour was leaving your downstairs alone," she said darkly, sliding off the table and poking him in the nose. "So I'd watch your tone if I was you if you want to keep Little Sonic intact. Got it?" Sonic glared at her, but he couldn't help but gulp. "Got it..." "What was that?" "...got it, //darling//." He lowered his head in defeat. "Good girl. Now finish up, you're on in five," Rouge turned to the door, stopping to look back at him. "I trust you remember exactly what to say and how to act?" "How could I forget?" he asked bitterly. All that did was elect a giggle from the bat. "Good. Break a leg, Sonique!" She laughed and left the room. Sonic groaned, standing out of the chair and checking himself in the mirror. Slinky pink dress? Check. Matching heels? Check. Purple pantyhose? Check. Long white gloves? Check. Overdone makeup? Check. Tacky jewellery? Check. Feather boa draped over his shoulders? Check. Choker with "Sonique" in a glittery script for all to see? Double check. He was ready, at least as much as he COULD be. He turned and made his way to the door just as one of the stagehands was approaching. He quickly forced a smile. The ferret couldn't help but smirk when she saw him. "Ready, Miss Sonique?" she asked with a chuckle. "Darling, I was born ready," he replied with a smile and a flip of his quills, silently hating this persona he had to present. He followed close behind her as she led him to the doorway leading on-stage. He could already hear the host's voice speaking. "...and so please welcome our next guest. Once world-renowned hero Sonic the Hedgehog, he's gone from daredevil to daring diva, please welcome Miss Sonique the Glamhog!" Sonic gave one final sigh as the show's jazzy theme played, and he stepped out. Still with his lips pulled into an unwilling smile, he placed a hand on his hip and another behind his head as he flashed a flirty wink to the audience, earning him a round of applause. He walked across the stage with a well practiced sashay to the desk where the show host sat, a colourful parrot whose plumage stood out against the dull grey and brown suit he was wearing. He blew some kisses to the audience before he took a seat on the couch, making sure to cross his legs elegantly. "So, Sonique, thanks for coming on the show!" "Oh, Alexander darling, thank YOU for having me!" he said with a strained smile. "It's always a pleasure, especially with someone as handsome as you." He winked and blew a kiss to the parrot, who blushed in response even as the crowd whistled in response. "Heh, I'm very flattered, Sonique," Alexander said. "But we're not here to talk about me, we're here to talk about you. After all, you've certainly been through some, shall we say, 'changes' in the past few months." Face burning with shame under his makeup, Sonic gave the parrot a sly smirk as he folded his arms under his breasts, pushing them up slightly. "Oh? I'm SO glad you noticed," he said flirtatiously, much to the audience's delight. "But yes, I have made quite a few lifestyle changes. I've traded my sneakers for stilettos, and embraced my inner woman." "So I see! Though considering only a few months ago, you stirred up quite the controversy over some less than tolerant remarks you made. Can I ask why you suddenly changed your mind?" "Oh..." Sonic's face fell for the slightest of moments before he resumed his polite smile. "Well, Alex, it was just simple ignorance on my part. You see a //dear// friend of mine helped me realise that I only said those things to avoid admitting the truth about myself. With just the tiniest nudge from her, I did some soul searching and... well, you've seen the results for yourself!" Sonic felt sick having to sing Rouge's praises like this, but of course telling the truth simply wasn't an option. "Why, she was even the one who got me my first gig at her club. Maybe you've heard of it, Club Rouge?" "Oh I think we all have, especially now that you're working there, Sonique!" Alexander chuckled, getting some more whistles from the crowd. "But aside from the club performances, I hear you've also been moonlighting as a model. Is that right?" Oh Chaos damn it. Of course they'd bring that up. "Oh that's absolutely right, darling! Not long after I had the work done," he gave his chest a shake to indicate what he was referring to, "I was approached by one of Rouge's business partners, who ran a LBGT+ modelling magazine. He was looking for a new big name in the drag circuit, and he thought that I was just the queen he was looking for!" Yeah right. What actually happened was Rouge and the publisher sat down and decided he'd work for them without his input. Heck, Rouge even made Sonic get on his knees and beg the jerk to become a drag queen model, just to twist the knife further. "After all, getting to wear stylish and gorgeous outfits, and my pictures published in a magazine that everyone would see? How could a fabulous attention whore like myself say no? So, naturally, I signed up right away!" "Ha, absolutely understandable, Sonique. In fact, your publisher actually sent us a few snapshots! Let's take a look at them," he turned in his chair to a nearby screen as the image changed. Sonic immediately fought the urge to cringe as the first picture came up, showing "Sonique" in an elaborate pink Vegas showgirl outfit, a wide smile on "her" painted lips. The next showed him reclining in a deck chair in a yellow bikini, a pair of sunshades on his face. The third was of him in a red and gold qipao dress and black heeled pumps, a simple fan held in his hand. And the final one, much to his own chagrin and the audience's amusement, was of him laid across a bed with satin sheets, dressed in a lacy purple lingerie and giving the camera what could only be described as a "come hither" look. "Oh wow, you've got quite the... variety there, Sonique!" Alexander said with a laugh, getting some chuckles from the audience. "I-I... w-well, sometimes you have to do certain things if you want to be a star, darling!" Sonic was blushing so much that he almost feared his makeup would go up in flames. "Ha ha, I guess that's true," Alexander smiled. "Well, we're just about out of time, so thanks for coming on the show!" "Anytime, darling!" Sonic gave a limp flap of his hand. Thank goodness it was nearly over. But he still had one last task. "But before we say goodbye," Alexander smiled. "As a special guest, Sonique, would you play us out?" "I would LOVE to!" Sonic stood up and click-clacked over to the side stage where the show's band were waiting. The audience immediately began to clap while Sonic stood at the microphone. He dipped into a curtsy and waited for the noise to die down, before the music began to play. Gyrating his hips in time to the song, he leaned close to the microphone and sang. //"Rolling around at the speed of sound, Got places to go, gotta follow my rainbow...~"//