Odd Tronnor One Shots

"Text Me."

"i'm troye. and i can't be a girl. i'm a boy. i have a ding-a-ling," troye told himself in the mirror a million times. his pastel pink skirt almost went down to his knees, and his white blouse showed off his pink childrens' bra that matched his skirt. under his skirt, we wore a pair of baby blue lace panties. he kept his hair short and curly on his forehead.
"but why do I feel like a girl?" troye asked himself over and over again.
troye nervously placed with a loose string hanging from his skirt. he was in line for the grand opening of a club and the butterflies in his stomach were soaring. is he going to get laid? is he gonna get laughed at for his attire?
"ID please." a voice broke him from his thoughts. troye took out his ID and handed it to the guard. his eyes scanned it, before giving back the card and motioning for troye to go inside.
music blasted in his ears as he roamed the club.
"hey, baby, you wanna go upstairs? i can make you feel good," an old man whispered huskily in his ear. he was at least 40.
"n-no thanks," troye stuttered on his words. the old man huffed and left to go bug someone else. he could hear screaming and moaning upstairs. trying to block out the horrific noises, he decided to get a drink.
"those noises are quite disturbing," a young man groaned. troye nodded, downing his first shot of vodka. he scrunched his face up at the strong taste, but asked for another.
"may i ask for your name?" the man asked, elegance rolling off his tongue.
"troye, with an e at the end. what's yours?" troye answered the charismatic man.
"connor franta. professional photographer, coffee addict and cat lover," he took troye's hand in his and lightly pressed a kiss to his pale knuckles. troye blushed, his cheeks burning a rose color. connor chuckled, the depth of his voice sending sparks through troye's small body.
"are you a cross dresser? or are you gender queer? not that i have a problem with either, i'm lgbt myself," connor wondered.
"i don't even know myself," troye suddenly gained interest in his expensive pale pink flats. connor placed a delicate finger under troye's chin, and lifted it to stare into troye's irresistible blue eyes.
"you're beautiful, so so beautiful," connor muttered. troye stared back at connor like a toddler.
"i'm not beau-" connor cut troye off, by planting a subtle kiss on troye's pouty lips. troye responded immediately, running his hands through connor's dark caramel colored hair. he soon pulled away, and placed a small piece of paper in troye's hands.
"text me," connor whispered, before dashing out of the club.