Spiritually Flawed (Drista Content) COMPLETED

Old Symptoms

"How long does it take for a teenage demigirl to get ready?" George asked sarcastically while spinning around in Dream's desk chair.

"Bout as long as a whiny British man." Dream replied back, equally as sarcastic. "I'll go ask-" Dream flinched as he heard a loud thud, followed by Bruno barking. "Shit!"

Dream ran to Drista's room and opened the door without knocking. It was a bad move in theory, but he was having a flashback to when she was very sick.

Thankfully she was decent, but she still jumped when Dream ran in without warning. "What?!"

Dream sighed in relief seeing she was still standing. "What the hell was that sound?"

Drista shrugged, subtly massaging her right hand. "I don't know..."

Dream saw the upset on their face, and noticed there was a couple things knocked over on their dresser. "What's bothering you?"

Drista took a deep breath, preparing for her rant. "My body is too feminine."

"Huh?" Dream gave her a look of confusion. "I thought you were okay with your body?"

"Yeah, I am...but" Drista looked into the mirror. "I put the binder on, I put on some more masculine clothing...and I'm still so obviously a afab person."

"Oh..." Dream leaned on the door frame and sighed. "Well feminine and masculine is all a scam from big corporations anyway. Don't worry too much about it, you don't need to fit stereotypes. Just be yourself, and look however you want to look."

"I guess..." Drista ran her hands through her hair. "I'm okay with my appearance...I just wish I didn't always have to be perceived as a girl."

"Well we can talk about it more tonight...are you ready to go to the movies now? George is getting grouchy." Dream rolled his eyes playfully and looked behind himself, noticing George was there. "Oh shit, hey grouchy man."

George pinched Dream in retaliation and leaned on the other side of the door. "Are we going or not?"

Drista fluffed her hair up a little more and grabbed her phone. "Yeah, I'm ready."

"Where'd you get that shirt?" George asked as she got closer to him.

"I dunno..." Drista said suspiciously. They were clearly guilty of something.

George nudged Dream. "That's your shirt, idiot."

Dream took another look. He was not paying attention to their clothing. "Oh yeah...I shrunk it anyway, so you can have it."

"I was going to keep it anyway." Drista stuck their tongue out. "Looks better on me."

Dream pouted, looking at George for validation.

"She's right, it looks so much better on her." George agreed. He walked over to Drista and messed up the collar on the shirt.

"What are you doing?" Drista brushed his hand away.

"Men are messy." George ruffled their hair. "There you go, you blend in with the boys now."

"That's not how it works." Drista laughed and shook her hair back into the right places. "You're telling me I just need to look messy?"

"It's not all looks, it's smell too." George added and ran to Dream's bedroom. He returned to Drista's room and presented Dream's cologne like it was a trophy. "Behold, your ticket to masculine energy."

"Ew" Drista cringed but snatched the bottle anyway. She took a whiff and looked at Dream with disappointment. "I thought you smelt bad because you don't shower....you use this?!"