Short Stories/Romance Concepts

Crossdressing pt. 1 (NSFW)

(a/n: i didn't really elaborate on this very much, background is that they were at Abigail's house for a party and then went upstairs to her room away from the noise, then she had the idea to dress him up)

'"Mascara!" Abigail exclaimed, much to Nicholas's dismay.

"Shhh! Abi, I don't want anyone coming up here," he whispered, referring to the rest of their friends on the floor below.

"Mascara!" she whisper-shouted, smile not dwindling.

"Do we have to?"

Abi tutted. "Don't you want to be pretty?" Nico shot her a look: This was your idea. Without waiting for permission, she took the wand to his lashes and finished the makeup look. She whipped his chair around to face the mirror and, with accompanying jazz hands, whispered, "Ta-daa!"

Nico grimaced but noticed Abi's clear pride and forced a smile. "It could be worse?"

"I'll take it!" Abi's eyes twinkled. "Now pictures." With an obvious recoil, Nick vehemently demanded no photos be taken. Abi was having none of it. "How am I supposed to remember this?"

"With your brain? No pictures. I don't need people seeing me as a femboy."

Abi bit her cheek. "Some people might be into that," she said, sheepishly. Nico's skeptical smirk wavered as he considered what she had said.

"And by some people, you mean you, right?"

"...No."

"Sure." Nick sighed. "OKAY, you can take a few." Abi's embarrassing air punch made him chuckle as she took her phone out. Telling him to smile, she took one or two, then a 0.5 lens, then she flipped the camera and slid up behind him for a selfie. Poking her head over his shoulder, the position made it hard to get them both in the frame, forcing her closer to his face.

Not noticing Nico's breathing become more labored, Abi sidled up nice and close for a few pictures. In an unexpected, swift motion, she kissed him on the cheek for one photo. She pulled away and avoided eye contact, instead scrolling through her camera roll, and missing the bright red blush that spread across his cheeks, peeking out under his foundation.

"Okay, one last thing," she grinned and clapped. Nico released another long groan.

"What now?"

"I have this really cute skirt-"

"NO."

"Please!!"

"No pictures." He scowled, pretending not to be thankful for the distraction from the kiss that was still burning on his cheek. "Seriously, this time."

"Fineee," Abi dramatically groaned, then quickly ducked into her closet. Nico could hear some rustling and rummaging and even saw a few clothing items being thrown around before Abi emerged triumphantly, pink tennis skirt in hand. Nick lifted a hand over his mouth, silently portraying his adversity for the prospect of being dressed up like a girl, but all Abi seemed to notice was that he smudged his lipstick.

"Damn it, now I have to reapply that," she mumbled as she trudged over to get him dressed up.

***

"Oh come on, just come out," Abi groaned at the bathroom door. Nico hesitantly opened it, haphazardly posing. Abi blinked, taking in the sight of him; disheveled black hair, the slightly smudged face of e-girl-esque makeup, black crop top, pink skirt, and-

"Hey, I can see your boxers," she blurted.

Nico looked down and behind him, twisting to peer past the pleats of the skirt. "Oh, you're right..." His attention was already kind of taken by the fact that wearing Abi's clothes meant he was drowning in her sweet perfume. "What, do you want me to take them off?"