Dressing Up (AU RP)
Roxas stood in the bathroom staring at himself and trying not to break into laughter. Or start crying. He wasn't really sure which one he wanted to do more. The black dress he was wearing was painfully short, and he was sure that if he bent over, his ass would be visible immediately. The whole thing was offset but a white apron with ruffles along the edges, it was these Roxas picked at as he stared at himself.
Why did it have to be ruffles? And the stockings and garters didn't really help to save his masculinity. At least they were black, though, and he wasn't wearing something stupid and pink. Vaguely he wondered if Al was really trying to get back at him for something with all this, but he sighed and turned to look at himself from a new angle.
What he found wasn't any less emasculating. Finally, he stepped into the high heeled black shoes and prayed that he wasn't about to break his ankle as he turned to open the bathroom door and move out into the bedroom. "Al?" He called, his voice surprisingly quiet, and a blush stole over his cheeks as he realized there was no going back now.
Why did it have to be ruffles? And the stockings and garters didn't really help to save his masculinity. At least they were black, though, and he wasn't wearing something stupid and pink. Vaguely he wondered if Al was really trying to get back at him for something with all this, but he sighed and turned to look at himself from a new angle.
What he found wasn't any less emasculating. Finally, he stepped into the high heeled black shoes and prayed that he wasn't about to break his ankle as he turned to open the bathroom door and move out into the bedroom. "Al?" He called, his voice surprisingly quiet, and a blush stole over his cheeks as he realized there was no going back now.