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]

[watchmycannon]

Well, if I could reach you.

[healingcock]

[chuckles and steps close to him as he can, letting the ruffles of David's dress gather around his calves]

[watchmycannon]

[...Smiles]

The effort is appreciated.

[healingcock]

It's like wading in a sea of bad fashion decisions.

[watchmycannon]

...Not a decision I would have made for myself.

[sighs, and steps away some, freeing Raphael from the Sea of Much Skirt]

I don't suppose Camp is kind enough to provide us with alcohol, this night.

[healingcock]

I did see some wine nearby.

[watchmycannon]

That will do. Would you care for some?

[healingcock]

Sure...

[watchmycannon]

[Goes to fetch them both a glass, and miraculously does not knock anything over either there or back]

[healingcock]

[golf claps]

[watchmycannon]

[Hands over Raphael's glass]

A good suggestion, going without the shoes.

[healingcock]

[takes it]

Your feet were not meant for that pain.

[watchmycannon]

[Drinks most of his in one go]

More than the pain, it was the immobility that bothered me.

[healingcock]

Do I need to sweep you off your feet?

[watchmycannon]

Ah, but you are always doing that, in one way or another.