(Alfred is a cross dresser, and even though he loves it, he recently got into a relationship and he doesn't know how his boyfriend would react to him dressing in his cute Lolita dresses. That is until Francis catches him.)
Alfred skipped across his bedroom, spinning around in front of his full length mirror and admiring his beautiful attire. He was wearing a baby pink dress with ruffles and a short skirt, the bust and sleeves fitting his arms like a second skin. If he stood in the right position, his lower ass would be visible from under the shorter skirt.
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Alfred twirled again and smiled at his reflection. When he wore his outfits, he actually felt pretty and beautiful. And in his new relationship, he wasn't sure if his new boyfriend would be okay with his 'hobby'. The thought saddened Alfred but he immediately smiled once he looked over at his dresser. Inside he had tights and thigh highs galore, the bottom drawer containing all his special heals.
'It's not that I don't love Francis..' Alfred thought to himself as he walked to the afore mentioned dresser. 'It's that I don't know if he'd love me if he knew what I'm really like..' He pulled out a pretty pair of bowed heals and smiled at them, setting them aside as he starts looking for the perfect thigh highs or tights. He wished Francis could see how beautiful he looked when he was all dressed up, but he knows all that Francis would see would be a disgusting crossdressing idiot.
Francis was currently at the store, to Alfred's knowledge. But Francis was actually on his way home, not five minutes away from their shared house. Even though they were dating, Alfred had insisted on having his own bedroom and bathroom. It didn't make much sense to Francis- they were dating, so it wouldn't matter if they shared a bed, right? (Although Alfred sleeps in lingerie, but Francis didn't know that)- but he didn't pry and he let Alfred have his privacy. Francis pulled into their neighborhood and smiled at the thought of seeing his handsome boyfriend when he gets home.
Back at the house, on the other hand, Alfred was just getting all prettied up. He had already slid on his thigh highs and shoes, so right now he was in his private ensuite bathroom, applying his makeup professionally. He had so many female products: extensive makeup (including eyeshadow, both natural and vibrant, lipsticks, blush, foundation, concealer though he didn't need it, and a set of professional makeup brushes from Paris), perfume, wax strips, an extensive collection of finger nail polish, feminine shaving cream and deodorant, and an Instyler (both a hair straightener and hair curler). All these prosecutes were the reason he wanted a private bathroom. He even had a private drawer for his feminine underwear (lingerie, lacey "boxers" and thongs).
Alfred smiled at his reflection, feeling prettier by the stroke of his brush. He looked over his hair and pouted at his cowlick, painfully aware of how no matter how much product he puts in his hair, the little clump would never be tamed (of course, Francis loved played with his cowlick, and whenever someone touches it, Alfred gets slightly aroused).
