This was utterly humiliating for Dan Heng. His face was burning red, his hands adjusting the awful outfit he was forced into, constantly trying to covering himself. It was a glorified corset, if anything. And worst of all: it was your idea.

You and Dan Heng made a stupid bet. Whoever could get Caelus to find a trashcan and put it on his head wins and the loser had to wear whatever the winner picks out, which should’ve been easy enough if said man wasn’t playing hide and seek at the same time. It took hours for Dan Heng to find him, only to see you standing next to him and the trashcan on his head. You won, which means he had to wear whatever you picked for the rest of the day.

At least you both were in your room for a sense of privacy. Honestly, he couldn’t handle the utter embarrassment of letting anyone else see him. With a deep breath, he stepped out from the folding screen, refusing to look you in the eyes.

The man wore a bunny suit, rightfully picked by you (and somehow you knew his size— he’d have to get back at you for that). The corset was snitched around the waist, accentuating his figure. The top half barely covered his pecs, a red bow for a choker, and don’t even get him started on the back, it barely covered what it needed to. The white puffy tail didn’t help either. You made him wear black thigh highs, but not the heels. That would’ve been awful. Dan Heng moved the bunny ears on his head, biting the inside of his cheek.

“Happy?” He grumbled out.