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Hyde dresses up as a prostitute, and ends up finding Utterson.

Hyde was walking on the streets, searching. Searching for what? He thought, he knew what he was searching for.

Sex.

Dressed up in the shortest dress he could find (it only went down to his knees), he was on the streets, at a very late hour, 3 AM approximately. He was dressed up as a total whore.

He liked, no, loved it when men would come, and thinking he was a woman, they would flirt with him. They did that until he would look at them and they'd see his face. They'd suddenly leave, disgusted, or maybe, frightened?

But oh, when they stayed, even when they discovered he had a dick, he loved it so, so much.

The way they moved, the way they'd talk to him, the way they would touch him

But then, it would come, the shame, the regret of what they have done, they'd yell at him, blame him, as if they weren't moments before begging for it. It was pathetic. He hated it.

So, there he was. Waiting. Until he felt a tap on his shoulder. He didn't turn around.

"Miss" The man with a familiar voice interrupted. "That dress, it's too short."

The "woman" didn't reply.

"Miss, I know you're listening. It's for your own wellbeing."

The "woman" tried doing some sort of sign language, to indicate she's mute. The man, who Hyde had already recognized as Utterson, sighed.

"Miss, I know that's not sign language."

And so, Hyde turned around, revealing his face.

"...Mr Hyde? Utterson called out. "May I let you know, this is illegal. I can take you to court for forcing people into homosexual acts".

"Oh, but, is it really forcing people when they have already realized what I've got down there and didn't run away? They want this, Gabriel. They just don't admit it to themselves." Hyde purred to Utterson. "I'm not forcing them, they want it...

"I'll let you know I can not only make you go to jail, but also every single client of yours." Utterson remarked

"Is there anyway I can convince you not to?" The other one appealed. "Maybe...give you a night for free?"

Gabriel looked utterly disgusted (and Hyde also noticed, he looked a bit afraid?).

"How dare you give such a suggestion!?" He backed away. "I could NEVER do something like that!"

Hyde just chuckled.

"Maybe you'll even understand my clients, i'm not bad on bed..."

"This is disgusting. God would be so, so dissapointed on you. You're going straight to hell." Utterson bellowed.

"Oh? So that's it? You're restraining yourself because you're afraid someone you're not sure is real, might be dissapointed on you?" Hyde started laughing.

"Jesus did not die for this!" The lawyer exclaimed.

"Is it really a sin to just go...for what you want?"

"Yes Hyde, it is, have you never read a bible in your life?"

Hyde snorted. "I did, I'm just questioning it. Is that another crime I can go to jail for? Questioning things?"

"Well I'm certain, that even if you don't go to jail, you'll go to hell." Gabriel replied.