Requested by @QueenLana2007 Enjoy!
Darren's P.O.V.
Today was a feminine type of day, if you know what I mean. Normally, I wear things like tank tops, t-shirts, jackets, sneakers, jeans or cargo pants; the more 'masculine' look, as you'd call it. But today was different. Today was the type of day for a crop top, shorts and slip-on shoes along with some jewelry and a bag. What I call a feminine day. I like dressing in many different ways depending on how I feel.
It was also the day we decided to go to the mall. I quickly made my way downstairs once I heard Oli yelling for me.
"Looking good man." Regie said as soon as he saw me.
"Thanks." They all know about the cross-dressing and have been very supportive.
"Nice outfit, Darren." Justin comes around the corner. "Everyone in the cars, me and Ty ain't waiting."
We all left for the mall in the two cars and when we got there, it was a free for all. Justin and Oli went one way. Ty, Regie, Seb and Kane went to the food court. Bae and Angel had to look for more filming equipment. That left me and Ryan to wander around. We ended up going to a clothing store.
Recently I have been debating on buying a dress but I wasn't sure what colour or type. So when Ryan saw me looking at them out of the corner of my eye in a store, he immediately dragged me to them.
I stood there awkwardly.
"Are you not going to look at them up close?" Ryan asks.
I look at them slightly before looking at my shoes again. "No."
Ryan lets out an exasperated sigh. I hear the hangers being moved and when I look up, Ryan is holding a green dress in front of me. "Here. Go try this on, it should fit you."
I follow his instructions and make my way to the changing rooms with him trailing behind me. When I come out of the changing room, all of the guys are there. They all say things about how nice the dress is and that green suits me.
That's when things go wrong. A different group of guys decide to comment. There is a bit of whispering before we hear "What a f-"
"Can you shut the fuck up?" Justin cuts off the guy.
"Excuse me?" One of the guys starts.
"You heard him," Regie gets involved. "If you don't want to be told that, then don't start saying shit."
"Really, over this fucking-"
"Don't continue," Oliver warns. "We don't want to hear your bullshit."
As they go back and forth, I slip into the changing room and put on my clothes, hiding the crop top under my hoodie. When I exit, I put the dress to the side and leave the store without the guys noticing. I text the guys that I went to the bathroom and I'll meet them at the car.
When I get to the bathroom, I break down in one of the stalls. This is why I never bothered with dresses or shopping. I was always afraid something like this would happen. Tears stream down my face and I try so hard to rub them off with my sleeve. What will I do?
After a couple more minutes of that, there is knocking on my stall.
"Darren?"
