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]

Oh, am I.

[watchmycannon]

I should hope you don't find that a surprise.

[healingcock]

I'm shocked, completely shocked.

[watchmycannon]

[...Just smiles, though it's a little bland]

--My apologies, I'm afraid I'm not very lively tonight.

[healingcock]

Something up?

[watchmycannon]

Not particularly. Being humiliated in public was not how I had hoped to spend my evening, that's all, and I appear to have less patience for it than usual.

[healingcock]

[touches his cheek]

[watchmycannon]

[tips his face into that]

My apologies. I oughn't fuss so.

[healingcock]

You can fuss all you like.

[watchmycannon]

...it's ridiculous, perhaps, but it makes me feel ...oddly vulnerable. I've no idea what my reaction time, my range of movement is, like this. Not being able to count on my own abilities makes me rather cross.

[healingcock]

It's not like you have to worry about being ready to fight though, right?

[watchmycannon]

Who's to say, in this place.

[healingcock]

I'm pretty sure all you'll have to fight off are your hordes of suitors, in that get-up.

[watchmycannon]

[gives the dress, then Raphael, a very doubtful look]

[healingcock]

I'm teasing, jeez.