Cross-dressing. Not something you thought you'd be into as much as you were. But once you found your dear friend, Brute (or 'Schwarzwälder', which he hates people calling him now and is his dead name-) was really fond of that thing, you decided to do it with them! And it was hella fucking fun!

Yes, other cookies may find it odd to see you and a Choco Cakehound Brute trying on dresses and shit like that weird. But they CLEARLY just want to fit in with the boring norm that stupid wrinkly cookies in their 80's and still believe its world war one think. (NO CUZ IM PROJECTINg SO HARD MB YALL-)

One day, you and Brute had got back from another quick shopping trip, bringing back plenty of new clothing for you two to try on. You had about 3 bags in one hand and 4 in the other. Hazza, guess it was worth it to wear all those shorts without pockets for all those years, you have now evolved into the average mother of 4! EHEM not really but you can hold a shit ton in just one hand now :-)

Sitting the bags down on the bed of your bedroom, you let out a exhausted yet thrilled sigh to finally be back home. Brute also seemed hyped about having more clothing to try out, her tail wagging behind him as they stared at the bags like a starving lion would to a fresh piece of meat. He could barely contain themself!

"Hurry on up, I want to start already!!"

The cakehound brute shouts a demand, not in annoyance, but with excitement. He couldn't wait to look at all these cutesy and cool outfits on with you!!! >_<