the dress. || henpat!!

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In hindsight, maybe it wasn't the best idea to make Henry try on some new clothes.

His wardrobe had steadily gotten smaller and smaller, his refusal to try new styles accompanying his father's lack of care for his child. He had ended up with 4 tank tops, 2 windbreakers, 3 pairs of tattered jeans, and a pair of socks.

And that's what led the Bowers gang into a small boutique off of Telor Circle, on a journey to purchase Henry some new clothing and perhaps nab a garment or two for themselves.

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"Hey Victor, check this out!" Patrick shouted from across the boutique, disrupting almost everyone in the space.

Victor hustled over from the other corner of the boutique to where Patrick was standing, having been looking at more shirts just a few moments prior. They were in the section with dresses, and he couldn't help but feel a bit suspicious about what Patrick was planning. He had on that smile that made everyone feel a least a bit uncomfortable, but Victor was used to it, so he wasn't all that bothered.

Victor peered into the racks of dresses that were encircling the two. He heard the rusting of fabric and from a rack, out came a smiling Patrick. In his hands was a small red dress that had a skirt so short it would ride up to your ass and so much cleavage it would probably count as public indecency. There were small sleeves that were nothing more than flowy locks of chiffon and a small slit that showed even more of your thigh.

"Whad'ya say we get him to wear this?" Patrick asked. He had a slight blush dusting his cheeks, probably from imagining Henry in the dress. It was a well-known fact Patrick had an abysmal crush on Henry, but both were too oblivious to act on their feelings.

" I mean, go ahead. If you want to get your ass kicked and get a boner at the same time, that is." Victor said, looking pointedly at the smallness of the skirt. Patrick smiled and went back on his search, appearing a few minutes later with more items.

"So I found these. I think we should totally get him to wear them." Patrick said, holding up some questionable fishnets and some very tall-looking platform boots.

"Uh, those look painful to walk in. Are we sure he's gonna be able to stand?" Victor questioned. The platforms were at least 4 inches tall, and even though they were unnaturally lengthy, Henry still wouldn't be taller than Patrick when wearing those.

"Eh, I think he'll be fine. Let's go!"

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Belch came around the corner with a pile of shirts in his arms.

"What do you guys have for him?" he asked. Patrick showed him a couple of pairs of jeans, then the small red dress and the platforms.

"He's gonna beat your ass when he sees that, you know that right?" Belch commented.

"Let's be real, Patrick would probably like it anyway," Victor responded.

"Damn right I would. C'mon, let's go. He's probably shaking in impatience right now."

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"What the fuck is this?!" Henry yelled from inside the dressing room. He held the small red dress in his hands, a pair of platform boots, and some fishnets.

"Your new style!" Exclaimed a voice, presumably Victor's.

He explored the bag of clothing more until he found a pair of white knickers with a note stuck to them. It read 'Wear these for me, wontcha?' with a scrawly 'P.H.' near the bottom.

Henry blushed. The rational part of his brain told him he didn't want to wear this, he really didn't, but he wanted to please Patrick.

Patrick, Patrick, Patrick. His crush of 5 years. He always wanted to please Patrick for some reason. his brain was just attracted to his energy.

Henry, for the reason of pleasing Patrick and that reason only, slipped on the dress. It was incredibly tight, with cups on the chest and a skirt so short it was riding up his thighs.

He blushed. His face was garnet red, and as he pulled on the platforms he couldn't help but admire himself in the mirror. Normally he would've screamed and shouted, said that he looked like a faggot and a fairy, but today was different. He felt pretty.

He admired himself in the mirror for just a bit, not exactly fawning over himself but still very impressed with how he looked. He hesitated to go out of the room, in fear of what his friends would say. Especially Patrick.

'Okay Henry, suck it up. You're going to need to come out of this room at some point and you're going to look like a fag anyway.'

So, hands trembling as he shakily unlocked the door, he reassured himself that it was just his friends. They wouldn't judge him. They wouldn't. Right?

Click.

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ew this took me 4 hours to write and is still terrible whar is this logic

976 words because im hyperfixated