"You have to keep them covered baby." Mum would always tell me when i was younger as she placed the beanie on my head. "Why?" I would ask. She would smile at me softly and place a hand on my face gently. "Because, well, you're special. God gave you them to make you that way. But now a days, some people don't treat people the same. They're all judgmental. It's for your protection baby." She would say. I would nod and fix the beanie so it wouldn't fall off. She would kiss my forehead and send me off to school then. That was when i was seven. First grade. Now I'm a senior in high school and i know damn well that it's not because i was 'special'. These stupid things just made me a freak. Cat ears. Thats what they are. And you want to know what else that makes this even worse? I go into heat. Once every three months ever since i was sixteen. I would have to skip school until i got over it. It's horrible. I'm a special kind of hybrid that can carry children even though I am a guy. If you haven't guessed, yeah I'm gay. I get enough abuse at school for it. They don't hit me or, well, at least they haven't yet but they do call me names like fag, homo, gross, oh and my personal favorite 'The homo disease spreader'. Yeah. Anyways, I'm just lucky if I can make it through this last year of high school.