fluffy stories abt my friend and is lesbian charactees

Skirts

This is Aqua's POV and was written by MK/Aqua

I never wanted to do this.

But she desperately wanted to see me in a skirt, so that's why I did it. If it made Mint happy, I guess I could comply.

But when she came through the door with a pastel pink pleated skirt, I knew I had made a horrible decision. I was hoping she would at least get a blue one that'd match my paws or my eyes.

"I know it looks bad, but I think you'd look pretty in pink! Please try it on," Mint encouraged me, handing the skirt to me.

I did not want to do this.

But I did it anyways, and I as looked at myself in the mirror, I could only think about how awful I looked in this skirt and my white t-shirt. I tucked the shirt into the skirt to make it look better, but I looked so bad in this. I felt embarrassed that I had done this, and I didn't even want to walk out because I looked so terrible. Mint came in after a while, and she looked me up and down.

"You look amazing in that! Maybe a different color, but it still looks good!"

"..You don't have to lie. I know it looks horrible."

The shirt was too tight. I looked wonky. The pink clashed horribly with my entire being.

Mint walked up to me and wrapped her arms around me.

"Don't be so hard on yourself! You look beautiful."

She sounded genuine. I felt my face get warm. Mint was the only person whose compliments felt so... real. She stood on her tip toes and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.

"I'm still not gonna wear a skirt often."

"Awww, you should. You look so pretty."

I looked down at her, and admired her passionate green eyes. She was so pretty. She was able to pull off any outfit. Not only that, she had the best personality. I can't believe that someone like her would ever even consider dating someone like me, but here we are. Mint decided that she should also get to "do my makeup because I was already wearing a skirt."

So, being the pushover I am, I let her do it. Or well, I'm only a pushover when it comes to Mint. I sat down on the bed in our small, one bedroom apartment and she grabbed a small pastel pink bag and grabbed all of her makeup stuff out. She handed me a pink headband to keep my hair out of my face while she did it, but it just ended up irritating my
feline ears incredibly. It actually started hurting so I just kept my hair back with my hands. She put stuff on my face that I had no idea what it was. I kept moving away from her every once in a while, since I wasn't used to people touching so close to my face.

When she finished, she grabbed a small white circular container and opened it, and on one side revealed a mirror. I looked... good. Many of the small scars on the sides of my face were covered. My skin looked clear. But I wondered how she had gotten my shade of skin when she was paler than I?

"I got your skin tone because I've been preparing for the day you let me put makeup on you! And it was worth it, because you actually let me today."

Aw.

"While I do look pretty, makeup isn't very practical for working out. You did a good job though," I said, smiling at her. I tried to give my best thumbs up I could with my lack of thumbs on my feline paws.

"Thanks. You always look pretty though," she giggled, sitting down beside me.

"Awww, whatever."

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