“You’ve got to be kidding me,”

iii cursed under his breath, looking down at the garters you’ve just fastened to the sheer, black stockings you made him wear. His slender legs look so feminine in the clothes you’ve dressed him up in. If it weren’t for the prickled, blonde leg hair, you’d think he was just a pretty girl. You begin to chuckle as iii’s expression turns sour, his arms crossed over his chest.

“Really? You happy yet?”

He grumbled, a flustered mess from both embarrassment and that dizzy buzz pounding in his ears. His cheeks almost match the colour of his lipstick. You look too damn good on your knees, even when you’re only making a fool out of him for your enjoyment. This is not what iii had in mind when you said you had something to show him in your room. Once again, he has been thinking with his crotch. He’s tempted just to get up and leave, wipe the makeup off his face, and go about the night, but your laugh, your gentle hands holding up his skirt… Maybe, just maybe, he could play into this.

“Am I.. pretty to you?”

iii rasped, lowering himself to sit on the edge of the bed. He still quite hasn’t grasped the whole ‘lady-like’ persona, so his legs are spread wide, sitting carelessly about what the black lace panties show. You crawled between his legs, nodding your head before laying it on his thigh. iii shivered, swallowing past the lump in his throat.

“I’m almost as pretty as you are.”

He whispered, dragging a long finger along your jaw.

Give the pretty girl some love, will ya? You’re his date to the prom!