Crossdresser's Ball III

[hardlyboy]

[It's a nice, quiet evening in Camp Fuck You Die-- perfect for a spring formal, don't you think? well, Camp sure thinks so, anyway. Near the Center has sprung up a now familiar pink tent, and you will find yourself inexplicably drawn inside; once you cross the threshold, however, your style of dress may have just changed to something rather

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[watchmycannon]

[Is shuffling around in this, trying not to knock anything off tables]

[healingcock]

[against all odds, is managing to pull this off]

... need some help?

[watchmycannon]

[--You would pull anything off]

...I'd not turn it down.

[healingcock]

[holds out his hand]

Not that I'm able to tell, but are you wearing heels under that?

[watchmycannon]

Yes. Again.

[healingcock]

Kick those off. You're going to trip and break something at this rate.

[watchmycannon]

Mm, such as my neck, I'd wager.

[...becomes shorter as he kicks them off. Not that you can tell. They're probably under the dress somewhere]

[healingcock]

Better?

[watchmycannon]

A bit, yes. I think I would still much prefer to not be separated from everything by four feet of fabric and lace, however.

[healingcock]

Yeah, that's kind of a bummer... especially because it hides your legs.

[watchmycannon]

[Blink]

My legs.

[healingcock]

Your legs. I like your legs.

[watchmycannon]

Mm, well. True then that this hardly flatters them.

[healingcock]

I'd ask if you want to dance, but...

[watchmycannon]

--But?

[healingcock]

Buuuuuut I'm not sure if you want to. Given your attire.