Freakshow's closet is too full of surprises
Freakshow grumbled as he pressed a finger to his now-not-flat chest.
"Dan..I swear..I will..grr.."
He had to admit somethings were nice...like finally having a reason to try on all the nice-looking dresses in his closet.
He decided to lock his door and jsut have a trying-on spree.
After having done several twirl-arounds in front of a mirror and constantly poking various different parts of his body to see how differently he reacted, he began to get slightly used to it.
Not to mention he found that wearing dresses was a bit more fun than he thought.
He wasn't sure if he should feel relieved or panicked at that thought.
He decided panic seemed more logical.
"GOD DAMMIT, DAN!" He yelled as he stomped down the hallway, a long, poofy black and purple dress with black fishnets and lace all over it.
"Dan..I swear..I will..grr.."
He had to admit somethings were nice...like finally having a reason to try on all the nice-looking dresses in his closet.
He decided to lock his door and jsut have a trying-on spree.
After having done several twirl-arounds in front of a mirror and constantly poking various different parts of his body to see how differently he reacted, he began to get slightly used to it.
Not to mention he found that wearing dresses was a bit more fun than he thought.
He wasn't sure if he should feel relieved or panicked at that thought.
He decided panic seemed more logical.
"GOD DAMMIT, DAN!" He yelled as he stomped down the hallway, a long, poofy black and purple dress with black fishnets and lace all over it.