Yeah, uh, Ed? You better appreciate this shiz.
*A knock on the door. That's all it was. A knock. Al was out for the morning--he knew that much. Which was a good thing...he definitely didn't want to see him like this.
...
He held up his skirts, just like the Princess had told him to, feet feeling absolutely horrible in the high-heeled shoes. The soft blue billowy skirt fell off his form as it was, silver strings, lace and lining along the fabric. Even the damn bodice, which was made to crush a girls' spine, not a man's, was starting to feel uncomfortable...and the gloves might have been a bit much.
...
The makeup was okay, though. soft colors improving his face, and...
He just......
He felt like a girl. He felt like a rather ugly girl, but a girl.
.............................................................................................................
Okay, the parasol was a bit much.
But...
Alfons flushed, waiting............*