𝙈𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙎𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙚 𝙎𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙨! || 𝙍𝙮𝙖𝙣'𝙨 𝙎𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙨

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⚠️!TW!⚠️
Crossdressing
Slight inaccuracy of dysphoria and dysmorphia
Lily being a bitch

It was Monday. But it wasn't just any Monday. It was June 12th. Independence Day (for the Philippines, of course). They were assigned to wear a barong Tagalog or a Filipiniana while singing a song for a group performance. Although, it meant that Ryan had to wear a dress.

What was even worse that it was another dysphoria/dysmorphia week for him.

While the others were changing in the bathrooms, Ryan was there in the classroom, looking at the Filipiniana his mom gave him in the paper bag. He took a look at the red skirt that paired with the white Camisa. He loved the color but he didn't feel like wearing it. He thought it made his body looked really feminine which didn't help with his situation at the moment.

He sighed and puts the skirt back in the bag. He sits down on an empty armchair next to him and sighed. He tapped his foot repeatedly. He was frustrated about what happened last night.

Ryan had messaged an old classmate of theirs and asked if they could borrow his Barong Tagalog since Angie said that his was going to fit him. When their old classmate said that he didn't own it and that belonged to his father, Angie said that he owned it. Ryan then had the speculation that he didn't want to help them anyway so he lied about it.

Noah popped up from behind the armchair. "So, you did something wrong, did ya?"

Ryan shrugged, resting their head on their arms. Noah then walked in front of Ryan and sat on the floor. "Hey, listen. He's an asshole, okay? It's his problem that he doesn't remember you saying that you were busy that one time and purposely not help you so it's either you did something that caused a minor accident in his life so now he's getting revenge or he's just being a dick like he was last year."

"But I didn't do anything wrong..." Ryan said. He looked up at Noah. "Did I?"

Noah shook his head. "Nah, you're cool. Hey, I'm doing the comforting thing the others said! How am I doing, so far?"

Ryan smiled, "You're doing okay."

They heard someone walk in. Noah and Ryan turned their heads to find Al, still in his white shirt and brown pants. He saw Ryan and said, "Yo, you good? You're not wearing your dress yet."

"Yeah, that's the problem," Ryan said, kicking the paper bag. "I don't want to. I don't think I'm ready..."

Al raised his eyebrow before his eyes widened. "Oh shit, it's one of those dimsorphia days you were talking about before?"

"Dysmorphia, Al. But yeah... I am having one of those days. What about you? Why aren't you wearing your barong yet?"

Al shrugged, "Bathroom's full. Can't change there yet."

Al went over to Ryan's bag and took a look at the Filipiniana inside. He takes out the long red skirt and said, "Holy shit, this looks pretty nice."

Ryan looks up at him, "You think?"

Al nods, "Yeah."

Suddenly, an idea popped in his head. He puts his barong Tagalog and black slacks on Ryan's lap and says, "Trade with me."

Ryan's eyes widened. "Seriously?"

Al shrugs, "Well, the teacher DID say she didn't mind if girls wore a barong Tagalog. Also, I accidentally made a promise that I was going to wear a Filipiniana so that's that."

Ryan laughed, "You're gonna look gorgeous, dude."

Al pretended to check his nails and said smugly, "Hell yeah, I will."