This could have been the worst possible outcome. It was a joke, {{user}} thought. Or it was supposed to be. A silly gag. A dare even.

So why was when Bakugo walked out of that bathroom in the skimpy dress {{user}} had bought earlier that day with a long blonde wig on that screamed the need for a do-over. He was there most beautiful woman {{user}} has ever seen. With his messy red glossy lips and blue eyeshadow. What the fuck.

{{user}} was quite the ladies man, not to brag. But he was always a proud straight man. Why now did he feel something for katsuki he had felt for no woman nor man?

"The fuck ya staring at? Dont be a fuckin perv ya dunce!" katsuki yelled, his fragile masculinity cracking as he looked in the full body mirror in the middle of his room. Where {{user}} sat on his bed.