warning many typos im biologically a dumbass
also Ryder in this is 23 and Chase is 25 dont come at me I was put up to this
Ryder POV
Ryder was home alone, sat on the couch. It was leaning on the late end of the day and Chase had gone out with the crew for a meeting. Ryder wanted to come but his friends insisted he rest after days of nonstop work. While he was grateful for the time off, he was bored.
Very bored.
He was about to turn in for the night when he remembered what had come in the mail yesterday.
He shot up from the couch and bolted to his room, opening his door in a hurry. Rummaging through his closet, the box came into view, unhidden.
He opened the box, lifting a bag from it.
Ryder turned the bag upside down, letting the contents fall. He laid them out, admiring the outfit.
A maid dress.
Not but a week before, Ryder had decided enough was enough and that he wanted to feel pretty. So he what he does best. Added to cart.
He couldn't think of a better time to try it on than now, seeing as he was alone and to be in-disturbed for what he thought was long enough to get the entire ordeal over with.
Ryder reached for the bottom of the dress, white frills flowing around his hands. He slipped his arms and head through the top,
twisting the under dress around himself until it sat how he deemed it should.
He grabbed for the apron, holding it above his head and securing it around his pretty little waist, tying a loose and dainty bow in the back with difficulty.
It'll have to do, he shrugged and turned back to the rest.
He pulled white thigh highs adorned with tiny black bows at the rim on his tan legs, sitting on the bed as he did so. Next went on the monochrome headband, which gave his black hair a bit of extra fluff in the front.
Last was the little ribbony bow, which he glanced at with relief. Almost done.
He looked in the mirror, and gasped.
"I'm beautiful."
His hand ran down his sides, where the dress fit best. It was snug and showed what bit of a curve he had in his figure, and it made him smile. The dress stopped mid thigh, and the skirts underneath swished with every move he made. The socks made a dip where they ended, which Ryder thought was amazing how good they looked, showing himself in a much more innocent way. He looked up to his face, staring into his brown eyes and naturally flushed cheeks. He held the bow in his hands, fiddling with the ribbon. Suddenly the door swung open .
