The boy was out cold, so I lifted him to the bed; it wasn't wide, and I was accustomed to work, so it was manageable.
I put a blanket over him and turned into my wolf—more precise, dog—form. I mostly slept like this because the room felt bigger, and I could curl myself properly up.
Usually, I would go search through trash for something to eat, but I didn't want to leave the pup alone, so I slept on the floor before the bed.
I soon fell asleep and woke up at night feeling myself get lifted, only to continue to sleep.
I had somehow stopped dreaming when I received my collar. So it was after another dreamless sleep that I felt a beating heart under my snout.
Opening my eyes, I saw those emerald eyes watching me, my head on his chest, and his fingers combing through my fur.
This situation would be really strange, but we are of the same sex, of the same half-sex, so it was somehow not. What was strange was someone, anyone, touching me after all this time.
I raised my head and looked at the clock. Nuzzling the boy to tell him I needed to go, I sprang down the bed and walked to the shower. It was in the same room, with only a curtain separating it from the rest.
I heard him chuckle and was happy that his spirits had seemed to lift. Turning back in my human form, the collar naturally on me, regardless of which form I took on, I turned on the water.
In the midst of showering, the curtain was pulled aside.
Turning to see the boy and tilting my head, I saw him staring at my body.
I let him, he seemed to be curious about what his body would become.
Though, mine was not as feminine as the most Omegas were, I still had a few muscles and was also at least a bit taller than the others.
When his eyes went to my cock, I nevertheless found it was enough and pulled the curtain back. Enough of sexual education.
There was a reason why I was 'manlier' than the rest of the Omegas. When I was fully developed, I cut out my glands. That was a tricky thing to do, either killing you or letting you lose your mind.
The reason was the excessive female hormones that would take over the body once the glands were fully developed. It turned the whole hormone household upside down.
However, cutting out one's glands before they had fully developed was a definite death sentence.
One of the side effects had been an annoying stutter, but there were not many I would talk to anyway since I had been collared.
Most Omegas were either numb or in self-hatred, so they would not come together to console each other.
So, yeah. I could at least contain the second mutation, like developing a uterus. I just didn't want to give up my identity as a man—never.
When I finished showering, I grabbed the towel besides the shower and dried myself, before tying it over my hips.
"Sorry." The boy sat on my bed with interlocked hands, seemingly embarrassed.
"D-d-d-don't g-g–get your ho-hopes up. Y-y-your body c-c-could t-turn o-out m-m-more f-f-femin-femini-feminine t-than mine." I took a few breaths, annoyed by myself.
"I know. Sorry for following you, sorry for crying and sleeping here and watching you shower." He burrowed his face in his hands.
"I feel like I am losing it. Everything was normal a week ago, how could everything change so fast?"
I had taken my other janitor uniform out from a board on the wall, in the go killing another cockroach with a shoe from yesterday.
"I-I know." I said, washing my hands before petting his head.
"T-t-think o-of what I t-told you."
"The talent?" He asked.
I nodded.
"What do you mean? How can they leave the country just because they are talented?"
I shook my head.
"T-they f-f-flee. G-getting r-rid o-of the c-collar and l-live s-somewhere f-far a-a-away. M-m-aking money w-with t-t-talent."
"Why haven't you done that? Your voice is so beautiful." He looked at me with his arms propped up on his knees. I really liked seeing Omegas behave like the men they were, instead of slithering in the female role they were forced into by their body.
"D-d-dangerous." I said.
"But you tell me to do it?" He smirked, looking hurt.
I shook my head,
"Ho-ho-hope." I gave him a thumbs up. Hope was always good. I had none, maybe it would help him.
"I see." His expression got better, and he even smiled at me, before he zoned out.
I turned around and clothed myself for the day. I would wear only my boxer shorts and the janitor overall because it was a hassle to buy real clothes. There were no explicit Omega stores, and one would get weird looks in normal outlets, as if society would feel harassed by you going shopping. And money was tight. Omegas, because they are so weak, would mostly get not even the minimum wages. Like the collar, we are not even treated as individuals.
Turning around, I found the boy watching me.
I hope he hadn't seen the scar. I have shoulder-long hair because of it, though the collar is mostly covering it. There were no laws against anyone cutting their glands out, but if you saw a beta cutting off his dick, you would also be grossed out. As down-looked as we are, we are still expected to live with our monstrosity of a body, and not to self-mutilate.
Hadn't thought the pup would so unabashedly look again after he had seen enough already.
"Sorry." He sighed and leaned against the wall while still sitting on my bed. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"You are so beautiful." He said, making both of us embarrassed.
"Shouldn't Omegas be sought after for their beauty instead?"
"H-h-have y-you e-ever sought o-out an O-Om-Omega before?" I buttoned up my overall and asked.
His eyes snapped to me before he looked at the floor,
"No."
I nodded,
"M-me t-too." Nobody thinks much of why things are the way they are, when they grew up with them being so. You start to think when you are part of the outcasts, but then it is too late, and you can't do anything anymore.