To Gender Boundaries... and beyond!
Tuesday, 14 February 2006 11:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
keaaluSo it's St Valentines day, so shoot me. :) I felt like being stupid for a while. (This doesn't relate to any story I've written yet, I just felt like writing it. Yay!)
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Eri sat slumped in the armchair, bored beyond belief. He’d been in the combined bathroom/wardrobe for ever. (Well, forever in comparison to his usual speedy “wash and polish”.) What the hell it was took Synth so long to actually do she didn’t know, but whatever it was she was tired of waiting; there were only so many times a Vulline could brush her hair, fiddle with her jewellery. She had her back to the door, sitting at her desk and “adjusting” her makeup, when he finally emerged.
“Well?” he asked, in That tone of voice, and she immediately got a nagging sense of oh-no-what’s-he-done-THIS-time…?
She turned warily to face him… And for a full thirty seconds she found she could only stand and gape; his reasons for being in the bathroom for so long were immediately apparent. He looked absolutely stunning – but he was wearing a dress (as well as makeup and gloves and half a dozen other elegant but very girly things).
“Iios-… You can’t wear that-!” she stammered.
“Why not?” he twirled elegantly, and his long, flowing, slightly curled hair followed in a graceful arc.
“-…! It’s a dress!”
“So?” he pouted, elaborately, and let his voice drift into a seductive (but fairly androgynous) velvet husk. “I think it rather complements my eyes.”
“But you’re male!”
“A fairly non-functional one,” he reminded her. “And what does that matter, anyway? Girls can wear trousers, so why can’t I wear a skirt?”
She covered her face with her hands. “You’re supposed to be my consort-”
“Oh, come on, you’ll love the attention,” he – she? – took her arm, and patted her hand. “Come on darling. Our public awaits!”
“You’re hopeless,” Eri groaned, but let herself be led.
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Well, why not? :)
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Eri sat slumped in the armchair, bored beyond belief. He’d been in the combined bathroom/wardrobe for ever. (Well, forever in comparison to his usual speedy “wash and polish”.) What the hell it was took Synth so long to actually do she didn’t know, but whatever it was she was tired of waiting; there were only so many times a Vulline could brush her hair, fiddle with her jewellery. She had her back to the door, sitting at her desk and “adjusting” her makeup, when he finally emerged.
“Well?” he asked, in That tone of voice, and she immediately got a nagging sense of oh-no-what’s-he-done-THIS-time…?
She turned warily to face him… And for a full thirty seconds she found she could only stand and gape; his reasons for being in the bathroom for so long were immediately apparent. He looked absolutely stunning – but he was wearing a dress (as well as makeup and gloves and half a dozen other elegant but very girly things).
“Iios-… You can’t wear that-!” she stammered.
“Why not?” he twirled elegantly, and his long, flowing, slightly curled hair followed in a graceful arc.
“-…! It’s a dress!”
“So?” he pouted, elaborately, and let his voice drift into a seductive (but fairly androgynous) velvet husk. “I think it rather complements my eyes.”
“But you’re male!”
“A fairly non-functional one,” he reminded her. “And what does that matter, anyway? Girls can wear trousers, so why can’t I wear a skirt?”
She covered her face with her hands. “You’re supposed to be my consort-”
“Oh, come on, you’ll love the attention,” he – she? – took her arm, and patted her hand. “Come on darling. Our public awaits!”
“You’re hopeless,” Eri groaned, but let herself be led.
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Well, why not? :)
