it's a (reverse) traaaaap
Who: princedetective; OPEN OPEN OPEN LAUGH AT THE TRAP.
Where: The streets of Discedo
When: Today
Rating: PG ? IDK.
Summary: Naoto wears a dress, which apparently isn't crossdressing because apparently Naoto is a girl. Details at eleven.
the log:
The last thing she needed was for her damned communicator to broadcast this to the network, so Naoto had shoved the thing under a pile of books before getting changed, and left it there when she slipped out of her apartment, as promised, to do patrol, head bowed so her chin practically touched her collarbone, cheeks the same approximate color as the dress' fabric. No hat. Gun holstered awkwardly around her waist. Barrettes pinning back her hair. The whole thing was just... too much.
Patrol. One quick walk around the city. She planned out the shortest possible route in her head-Latimir to the bar, the bar to the hospital, and back to Latimir to change out of this damned outfit and into her usual clothes. She felt exposed, uncovered, cold (wearing a jacket over the ensemble, preferably a heavy overcoat that went down to her knees, had been vetoed), half naked. She hadn't even been allowed to bind her chest. If she took the patrol at a run, it would take no more than half an hour. Not many people should be outside at this time, right?
Right?
... God help any monsters Naoto ran into on the way.
Where: The streets of Discedo
When: Today
Rating: PG ? IDK.
Summary: Naoto wears a dress, which apparently isn't crossdressing because apparently Naoto is a girl. Details at eleven.
the log:
The last thing she needed was for her damned communicator to broadcast this to the network, so Naoto had shoved the thing under a pile of books before getting changed, and left it there when she slipped out of her apartment, as promised, to do patrol, head bowed so her chin practically touched her collarbone, cheeks the same approximate color as the dress' fabric. No hat. Gun holstered awkwardly around her waist. Barrettes pinning back her hair. The whole thing was just... too much.
Patrol. One quick walk around the city. She planned out the shortest possible route in her head-Latimir to the bar, the bar to the hospital, and back to Latimir to change out of this damned outfit and into her usual clothes. She felt exposed, uncovered, cold (wearing a jacket over the ensemble, preferably a heavy overcoat that went down to her knees, had been vetoed), half naked. She hadn't even been allowed to bind her chest. If she took the patrol at a run, it would take no more than half an hour. Not many people should be outside at this time, right?
Right?
... God help any monsters Naoto ran into on the way.