DawnxEthan

"We don't need to do this..." Ethan said, staring at the wide array of clothes Dawn picked out for him.

"I know," she said, picking up a handful of clothes. "I just want you to." She almost cracked up at the sparkle in Ethan's eyes, even though he was trying to act disgusted.

"No," Ethan resisted, crossing his arms. "I am not that kind of gay!"

"Come oooonnn," she placed the clothes in his arms. "You know you want to." She wriggled her eyebrows in a disturbing manner. Her eyes pierced his, telling him he should give in to her odd desires without complaining.

Ethan tried looking away, but the pull of his girlfriend's stare hypnotized him, keeping him in a trance. He remained strong and muttered a, "No."

Dawn frowned, her lower lip quivering like that of a cute puppy. "Please Papa E?" she asked, squeezing his hand. "For me?"

He gulped. He couldn't say no to that. "Fine," he sighed. "Just don't go cra--"

"YES!" Dawn cheered, cutting him off.

I'm doomed, Ethan thought as he was being pulled into his doom-- I mean room.

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After a few hours, Ethan knocks on the door.

"What?" Dawn asked, combing her hair with her fingers.

"I-I'm ready..." Ethan stuttered, gripping his the doorknob.

"Really?!" Dawn excitedly took out the camera she bought for this very occasion and placed the strap around her neck. "Let me see!"

Sweat was dripping down his face. "Promise me you won't laugh!" He yelled, a blush rising in his cheeks.

"No way in hell am I promising that!" she shot back, jumping up and down in excitement.

"Then I guess I'm staying here," he said, letting go of the knob and leaning on the door.

"I was kidding!" she knocked on the door. "Okay, I promise I won't laugh. Just come out."

Ethan took a deep breath in. And another one. And another one. "Goodbye dignity," he whispered, opening the door.

He was welcomed by a very bright flash, so bright he expected it to come from paparazzi. His vision grew dark and he couldn't open his eyes. "Wow..." he heard Dawn whisper.

One.

Two.

Three footsteps.

A warm hand cupped his cheek. Dawn's mouth was now right beside his ear. "Ethan..." she whispered, sending a chill down his spine. "You look... super hot."

"Dawny stop."

"You're so... so feminine!" Dawn moved a few steps back and started taking pictures. She kept clicking and clicking to her heart's content.

Ethan kept his head down, trying to block the lens with his hands. This is so degrading...

"I love it!" she shrieked. Dawn couldn't help herself from going nuts. Her boyfriend was absolutely gorgeous.

The dress he chose was elegant purple with white ribbons. It reached the floor and he had to hold the skirt up to reveal his two-inch heels. He had a curly wig on, flowing down beautifully behind him. His face, that didn't even need to be covered with makeup, was flawless. He wore a light eyeshadow and used a little maskara to show off his long eyelashes. He even put on lipgloss that made his lips sparkle.

This was always part of a gay's dream. To take the girl inside him and make her beautiful on the outside.

This is so unfair, Dawn thought sadly, putting down the camera. She checked the photos she took. Out of the few hundred ones she's taken, none of them look bad. At all. How the hell is he this hot?! Tell me universe!

While she was busy questioning the universe, Ethan blinked a few times, finally being able to see without the continuous flashing in his face. He opened his eyes to a man-- woman in men's clothing.

Dawn had cut her hair into a pixie cut after the couple got back together. She was wearing a hoodie and ripped jeans. Nothing much about her face has changed, but at a first glance, you'd really think she was an Asian boy.

Oh boy... Ethan thought, holding the neckline of his dress.

"What's with that look on your face?" Dawn asked, looking up from her camera.

"You look amazing," he said, giving her a smile. The smile was warmer than usual, warm enough to tug one of Dawn's heartstrings.

Click.

"Dawny stop taking pictures."

"Sorry," she said, scratching the back of her head. "It's just that..." she frowned.

Ethan walked up to her and held her hand. "What's wrong?"

Damn... she thought. It's real hard to take him seriously while looking like that. "You're prettier than me," she blurted out, regretting it immediately. "I mean I--"

"Dawny," he chuckled. "I'm pretty because I'm in a wig and dress; you're pretty no matter what you wear." He leaned down to cut the space between their lips, only to kiss Dawn's right hand.

She rolled her eyes and wore the hood on her head. "There's no way I'm kissing you in that," she hissed. "It'll be like I'm kissing another g--"

Ethan dodged her hand and kissed her while she was speaking. Dawn responded, having no choice. They separated, leaving smiles on their faces. "So, how was kissing another girl?" he asked with a playful tone in his voice.

"You taste like strawberries," she said, licking her lips.

"Why thank you," Ethan replied, taking it as a compliment. He took out his phone from his purse-- yes, a purse --and turned on the camera. He held it up and pulled Dawn closer so they could both fit the frame.

"What are you doing?" she asked, mentally smiling from the warmth of Ethan's shoulder. Even though he's in a dress, Dawn could still feel that he was a he.

"Making memories," he answered. "And I believe you've taken way too many photos of me. Am I that good looking?" he asked in a sarcastic manner.

"Idiot," she laughed, putting an arm around his shoulders.

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