Chadverse Mini Stories

Dress

When Steven put it on, he felt very pretty.

Connie was studying again, now reaching hour four of restudying for a test she'd already practically memorized out of habit.

He sauntered out and tapped her shoulder.

"Which one?" She mumbled.

"Your favorite." He crooned.

"I don't have favorites, you're all the same–," She spun her chair around, glancing back at her paper as she stood before taking in the sight before her.

Steven, absolutely precious and wearing the most innocent expression wearing a maids dress. It fit and accentuated every curve, and he wore it with very ounce of confidence that she rarely got to see. He looked incredible, and he knew that.

When she blinked again he was cradling her in his lap, half laughing, half worried. "Are you okay?"

"What happened?" She sat up and stared at him, trying to figure out how to be polite and also attack him.

"Uh, well I came out wearing a dress and you stared at me for around five seconds and then you fainted." He blushed. "I didn't expect to get such a massive reaction. I'll be more careful next–,"

She decided to just attack him.