Virgil had a secret was understatement. He loved to cross dress. No one knew this though. But when ever the other side were out, weather it was filming or out in the imagination. He would open his closet doors and pull out a skirt, dress, crop top, whatever.
Wearing feminine outfits gave him confidence. He already had feminine curves, for some reason.
Today was one of those days. He thought all of the other sides were gone, all of them were, but the prince.
Virgil happily skipped over to his closet, his pulled out a high waisted, black skirt, and a red, white, and dark blue plaid shirt. He pulled out white thigh high socks to go with his outfit.
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Virgil smiled and spins around in his full body mirror. His skirt fluttering around his hips.
Then there was a knock on his door and it open. "Hey, uh, V-" Roman stood wide eyed in the doorway. Looking Virgil up and down.
Virgil grabbed a jacket from his closet and covered himself. "Shit! Sorry! I thought I was home alone!" Virgil's face was bright red.
Roman smiled gently and walked into the room, shutting the door behind him. He walked over to the panicking boy.
