Kris stifled their breathing with one hand, gently shuttering the closet door with the other. It wasn't one their most creative hiding places—that honor still went to the time they'd managed to convince Uncle Rudy to lift them up into the rafters of the attic, which had even worked double as a way to scare Noelle after they came down covered in dust and spiderwebs. Dess's closet, on the other hand, was downright pedestrian. In their defense, though, it wasn't as if they could be on the top of their game when they were only given ten seconds to hide.

"Ready or not, here I come!" They flinched at the shout—their older brother's voice had gotten a lot deeper lately, something about 'puberty' that they still didn't quite understand. Still, it had come along with a growing embarrassment around girls—which was the reason their plan was so genius. Dess especially seemed to set Azzy off these days, and so hiding in the closet made them twice as safe!

It was pretty boring, though. Kris's favorite hiding places were ones where they could see the others struggling to find them—and they could barely see out of the closet's slats, thanks to all the junk Dess had in here. The only thing they could see was the big dresser Uncle Rudy had made, and her bed sitting against the wall.
They could amuse themselves by going through the pockets on Dess's jackets, or sticking their nose in all the cardboard boxes, but they remember what happened last time they did that, and while her foam wiffle bat was a lot softer than the aluminum one she used on the junior softball team, Kris wasn't looking forward to more smacks from it.

"Hey!" Kris definitely didn't flinch as the door swung open, and definitely didn't make any noise from within the closet. "Any brats in here?" While Dess wasn't part of this game, that didn't mean Kris would reveal themselves—they'd been caught before by similar gambits, being bodily thrown back into the living room whenever their hiding place annoyed the older doe too much.
So clearly the best plan was to stay perfectly still and wait for her to leave. If she didn't know they were there, they wouldn't get beaten up, or worse, lose at hide and seek! She steps into view through the slats, and Kris freezes again as she scans the room, a finger tapping against her thigh.

"Last chance. I'm about to get changed for band practice." An aggressive sigh issues from her lips as she rolled her eyes, stepping towards the closet. Had she spotted them? Kris inched backwards, as much as they reasonably could, disguising themselves behind a hanging jacket. Then the teen stopped in front of her dresser, sliding open one of the heavy drawers, and the human let out a silent sigh of relief.

Then Dess started taking her shirt off. Kris jerked to cover their eyes as she worked the tight tank top up her torso, dappled pots visible on her sides as softer fur on her stomach was revealed and why were they still looking. Kris finally clapped their hand over their eyes, trying not to breathe too loudly as their stomach did frontflips, blood rushing to their face. What were they even doing? It was just Dess. Why was this different than seeing her in a swimsuit?
Carefully, hesitantly, they lowered their hand. Again, blood rushed to their face, so much that they were pretty sure they were practically glowing red, and their lips felt very dry. Dess's top had been tossed aside, and instead of the bikini she'd been so proud of wearing this summer, on her chest was a lacy, black undergarment. They'd seen their mother's underwear drawer before, with things like that in it. She said they were for 'adult ladies' and refused to explain more. Which, of course, had only made them more curious.

Of course, infinitely more interesting than the garment is Dess taking it off, though it seems to require some effort for her to manage, wincing as her fingers struggle with something around her back. When it comes undone…

"What is that?" On her chest, along with the small swells of fat that come with a monster girl becoming a woman, are two metallic piercings, like they'd seen some monsters wear in their ears. But Aunt Carol had never let Dess do anything like that! So…
That's about the point in their thought process when the closet door swings open, and they're face to face with Dess. Or, uh, face-to-stomach. They still hadn't hit their growth spurt like Azzy or Noelle yet. Even so… this was bad. Very bad.

"Well, well, well." Surprisingly, her voice lacked the fury that Kris had been expected. "Look at what I found. A little perv peeping on me." In fact she was almost… smiling? What was going on here?