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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[stabromance]

[--has suddenly found herself in the tent wearing this (minus the cigar)]

[stabromance]

[does not envy him in that regard at all]

[solipsismmortal]

I mean, what's a big poofy rose like this s'posed ta do for me, anyway?

[stabromance]

[well, it brings out his . . . hair. or something.]

[solipsismmortal]

It's about as fluffy as this ol' mop, yeah.

[runs a hand through his hair]

[stabromance]

[smiles a bit]

[solipsismmortal]

But enough about that. This ain't how I imagined it, but wouldja like ta dance?

[stabromance]

[deliberates for a moment, then nods, because why not]

[solipsismmortal]

'Xactly. Nothin' too complicated though, I ain't accustomed ta these kinda shoes.

[holds out his hand]

[stabromance]

[takes it, trying to imagine Claire doing what Claire does best in heels]

[solipsismmortal]

[--cracks up]

I oughta try that! I really oughta try that sometime, I bet I'd get even stronger if I could master bein' the Rail Tracer in heels.

[stabromance]

[well, he'd probably be even more terrifying to others, at least]

[solipsismmortal]

Right, 'cause who's gonna see that coming?

[stabromance]

[not anyone she can think of]

[solipsismmortal]

Aright, let's see what we can do.

[dancing! Claire moves pretty easily, all things considered]

[stabromance]

[dancing with! and she's really not surprised by that at all.]