I'm The Prince's Soulmate

Preparing For The Ball

Peter stood in the center of the room looking at the mannequin in front of him. An elegant dress placed over it. A mix of dark and light blues, the skirt was rather and ended before the ankles. The sleeves were puffy circles that had a bit going down and ending before the elbows. The collar was squared and went down kind of low. Peter felt his heart pound as he looked at it. "So?" Angelica asked. "It's nice, but," Peter sighed. "Why did I agree to this?" He mumbled to himself as Angelica rolled her eyes. "Come on, it's not that bad. Besides, you like blue." She replied as she walked over to it. "I know, but, won't anybody notice I don't have tits, also why is the collar so long?" Peter asked as he looked over at it. "I actually tailored the front to better fit your chest size. I also sewed a pocket so you could keep your glasses in there, and we could also stuff some tissues in there. Also part of the goal is so your soulmate can see your mark, without you having to take off your shirt." Peter let out a small groan as he was already regretting it. "Now come on, I'll help you get dressed." There was no point in going back now. He took off his shirt. "I'm keeping my pants on until I have the dress on." Peter said as Angelica shrugged over by the dresser she was at before pulling out a white colored cloth. "What is that?" Peter asked as Angelica walked over to him. 

"This is a petticoat, it adds a bit of puff to your skirt. I also sewed some pockets into it, so in case you want to put your glasses in there instead." Peter nodded as she handed him the petticoat. It looked like a normal skirt. Peter noticed the small areas Angelica had sewed in as he put it on before finally removing his pants, and shoes. "Am I going to get those back?" He asked as Angelica took his clothes and folded them. "Yes? Even if you don't come back with me and Forcas." Peter turned bright red. "What do you mean by that?" He muttered nervously as Angelica realized some of the implications of what she had said. "I didn't mean it like that!" She shouted. "God damn, I just meant you got caught and ended up moving into the palace!" Peter got a good chuckle out of it as Angelica placed his newly folded clothes on top of her dresser before moving over to the mannequin, and removing the dress from it. Peter lifted his hands up slightly as Angelica placed the dress over his head. It fit him rather nicely. "Where did you get this dress?" Peter asked as he felt Angelica move around to make sure it was fine, and nothing had gotten stuck. "It was a gift from one of the rich people in town during Christmas. It's personally not much of my style, but a pretty dress is a pretty dress." Peter nodded as Angelica motioned for him to head to the vanity. Sitting him down on a stool got a look at himself in the mirror. It looked a little weird to see himself in a dress. Not to mention his soulmate mark peeking out from his sleeve. Enough that one could tell whom it belonged to. "

Are you sure he won't notice that I am male? I mean I know I haven't cut my hair in a while, but it's not that long." Peter said as Angelica grabbed a brush. He moved a hand over to his hair as it ended halfway around his neck. His eyes looked down at his chest. He could feel the button on his chest as he unclipped it before removing his glasses, and placing them in there. Now he could barely see himself in the mirror. Though he could still make out his features. "I got you covered. I went downtown and bought a wig for you." Angelica began to gently brush out his hair. Removing the tangles from his hair. It felt rather nice as all the usual knots were removed as she moved the ends back and made a small ponytail. Though a big chunk of his hair was still out, and visible. Angelica then grabbed a wig cap before placing it over his head. Managing to stuff a large chunk of his hair into the cap. Before she walked over to a mannequin head with brown hair with curls at the end. She placed it on his head. It felt rather loose before she grabbed a bunch of bobby pins. It felt rather harsh as they were shoved up under the wig. 

"That kind of hurts." Peter muttered. "It has to be harsh otherwise your wig will fall out." Angelica replied with a bobby pin in between her lips. Shoving another pin before removing the one between her lips and shoving the next one in. "Alright I think it is in. Does it feel on?" Peter shrugged. "I think it does." Angelica gave a tug as Peter felt it pull on the pins. "Yeah it's on." Peter replied as Angelica grabbed the brush and began to gently brush the wigs hairs. It felt a little weird having hair brushed that wasn't his. Lastly Angelica grabbed a mask with a ribbon strap, and a headband. Likely for extra security. The colors matched the dress perfectly. The mask itself covered half of his face. Going above his eyebrows and ending just before his nose. "There! No one will ever know it's you!" Peter almost couldn't believe what he was looking at. He really did seem like a completely different person Though even with his shitty vision he was still able to see a bit of his mark. He moved some of the locks over to finally hide the mark. "Why are you doing that?" Angelica asked. "I don't want anyone to know yet." Peter replied as Angelica let out a gasp. "Oh I almost forgot!" She exclaimed as she rushed over to her closet before returning with a pair of simple blue dress flats. "I wouldn't make you walk in heels. These are also brand new so I hope they fit." Angelica said as Peter grabbed one shoe. Feeling on the side before realizing it was the left shoe. He placed it on before doing the same to the right. Peter stood up for a second. Nothing really felt wrong. The shoes were comfortable. He took a few steps, and smiled. He honestly felt like dancing right then and there. "How do they feel?" Peter looked back at her. "They feel nice." Peter replied as Angelica squealed. "Alright now get out so I can change." Angelica said as she practically shoved him out of the room. 

Peter managed to catch himself as he walked out into the hall. His arms stretched to his sides, and slightly in front of him. Eventually he made it to the living room before hearing a loud laughter. "Shut up." Peter said as moved over to a couch. Barely managing to sit down without looking too odd as Forcas continued to die of laughter. "I mean you look great man. I thought you were a completely different person. So I guess it works." Forcas said as Peter sighed. "I guess it does, this wig feels a little uncomfortable." Peter replied as he could make out a blob that was Forcas. "So did you make up a name?" Peter raised a brow. "I beg your pardon?" "I mean if you are going through all the hassle of disguising as a woman you might as well make up a fake name? Or are you going to have an explanation for why your name is Peter?" Peter thought about it for a second. Forcas did have a point. He needed to have some way to throw off the trail for now. Then his eyes landed on the walls. He could tell it was one of the many crosses they had on the wall. Thinking back to his childhood, and all the suffering. It would be kind of ironic if he used something close to religion. It would be even more ironic if it was a part of his full name. 

"Angel." Peter mutters. Forcas let out a hum of confusion. "Angel, I think that would work." Peter replied. "I mean it's kind of gender neutral, so I think it's suitable." The two men heard a door open before footsteps quickly rushed out. Angelica walked in, and while Peter couldn't really see her, he could tell she had changed into a sparkly dark blue dress. "Yooo, looking good Angelica, y'all ready to go." "Hell yeah!" Angelica shouted as Peter nodded standing up. Angelica walked over and helped him out of the house. "Thank you." Peter replied as he looked over at her face. He began to squint and realized something. "Do you still have your glasses on?" Peter shouted, realizing how thin her mask was. "Oh come on. I might as well be walking with a cane!" Forcas, and Angelica burst out into laughter. "I feel like you are doing this on purpose." Peter muttered as he was helped into the back of the wagon alongside Angelica. "I'm not. Besides, we'll stick with you the entire night." Angelica replied with a bright smile. "Unless of course you decided to spend the entire evening with mr hot shot." Forcas teased whilst leaning over. Angelica pushed his back forward. "Ignore him." Angelica replied as Peter gave a small chuckle. When the wagon started to move his heart began to pound. He was off to possibly meet his soulmate. Even if it was a way he wished he almost didn't have to.