Legacy (Completed)

Chapter 13

"It shouldn't be too hard, you know? I go in there, seduce some information out of men, and leave. I can do that," I called out from the other side of the door as I shimmied into my dress. I think I can anyways. I grabbed the tube of lipstick off my dresser, swiping it over my lips a few times before rubbing them together. I pulled a few pieces of my hair forward, looking at myself from a few angles. God, I hate wearing dresses. Why did Amanda have to give me a dress for my birthday? Nonetheless, I feel like a stripper with how tight it is. Why couldn't Ren be a girl? He could have done this instead of me then.

"Yeah, sure you can," came his sarcastic reply from the other side of the door. I rolled my eyes, wobbling a bit in my heels as I walked outside my room. I kept my eyes downcast, smoothing out the wrinkles of my dress and picking a few stray lint off my skin colored tights.

"I feel like my glasses kill the mood, but how do you feel? I mean, I kind of have to we-" I glanced up from my busywork to see Ren looking petrified. Without much thought, I instantly peered into his mind.

'Holy. Fucking. Shit. What do I say? How do I say it? She looks hot. She's going to get hit on so much! I can't let that happen! If anyone gets to hit on her, it's going to be me and not some random half drunk dude!'

I held in a laugh, sucking in my lips to keep it back. I watched Ren snap out of his state of mind, clearing his throat. At least I knew now that if I had to do this, that I looked the part.

"You know what? Jac, you look super uncomfortable in that. I mean, you said you hated skirts, I'm sure you hate dresses too. Why don't you let me try getting information?" I blinked owlishly, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

"Well, I mean, I'm not going to complain. You do what you want to do. It gets me out of trying." I looked him up and down, taking off my heels. "We'll have to talk to Ginger though."

"Ginger?" he asked, following after me as I beckoned him out of my apartment. I brought us a few doors down, knocking on the door. I glanced over to Ren, his face marred with confusion. I sent him a sly smile as the door open.

Revealing Ginger.

"Jacqueline!" Ginger screeched, a manicured hand flying to their face. Large loops rested in their ears. "Girl, you look on fire! What's the occasion?"

"He or she?" I questioned, smiling to Ginger. Ginger's hair was wrapped in a bald cap, their face clean of make up.

"He for now," he answered, peeking passed me to Ren. "But I can be a she for you anytime. Hello, handsome." Ren blinked blankly, and I held back a giggle as I watched him not know how to respond.

"Ginger, we need your help," I started, grabbing Ren by the shoulders and pulling him forward with a smile. "He needs to be transformed." A large grin spread over Ginger's face as he looked over Ren in a new light.

"I'm not going to ask why. Both of you, come, come. You look like a curly hair person. I bet red would look divine on you," Ginger gushed, ushering us inside.

"Wait, What? What's going on?" Ren asked in confusion, looking between Ginger and I.

"Oh, honey, we're putting you in drag of course," Ginger tutted, disappearing into a room and coming back out with a long, dark haired, curly wig.

"I didn't agree to this," Ren spoke, panic lacing into his voice. He leaned away, his eyes darting between the two of us.

"I believe you said you would try getting information we needed," I answered, trying to act innocent. Inside I was giggling from the look on his face.

"I mean, it's a guy bar. I'm a guy. I can just talk guy things and get information that way. In a guy way." With his attention stolen, Ginger saddled up next to him, pulling the wig on quickly and expertly.

"Wow," I gasped out as Ren swiped a few loose hairs from his face before glaring at Ginger. "You actually look really good in that wig," I spoke, not even close to lying. Ren paused, grabbing some tips of the wig and rubbing them in between his fingers. He glanced between me and Ginger before sighing quietly.

"I can't believe I'm going to hand over my manhood and masculinity to a female and a drag queen."

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"You can't back at now," I reminded Ren. For once, we took my car out on a mission.

"I can't back out now," Ren repeated back. We were parked outside Seamen, a sailor hat hanging from the tail of the S. The look in Ren's eye made it look like he was getting ready to bolt any second.

Ren tried to save his masculinity as much as he could, settling for dark tights, so he didn't have to shave and wore flats to keep away from the heels. He had a decently tight red dress reaching nearly to the knees. In all honestly, Ginger had spared him some of her more risqué outfits.

Ren let out a deep sigh before reaching for the door handle. He gazed back at me with a shine of dread in his eyes.

"If I need your help, I'll give you the signal," he spoke solemnly. My eyes brows furrowed together as his sentence registered to me.

"What signal?" I asked out of confusion. He popped the door open, it swinging open and bringing in the night breeze into the car.

"I'll imitate the scream of a terrified little girl." And with that, he was gone, the door closing after him. I paused for a moment, before laughing loudly, covering my eyes with my hand.

After a while I quit laughing, becoming bored and fidgeting on my interface. I'm so glad that I spared the time to change out of that dress. Waiting here would be so uncomfortable.

"Turn up the temperature to 70, please," I asked the car as I fiddled with a game to pass time.

"As you wish." The thermostat on the car's screen raised from 65 to 70 as I waited. I sighed out of boredom, turning off the interface, and resting my head back. I closed my eyes, hoping to catch a little bit of shut eye before Ren came back.

Then my car door opened, causing me to instantly look to my right. Ren sat in heavily, his wig askew and a red spot on his neck. He ripped the wig off, throwing it into the back as he sank into his seat.

"Are you o-"

"Don't. Don't even think of finish that question," he bit out, his jaw clenched tightly. "How deaf are you?"

"What?" I questioned dumbly, not understanding where the question came from.

"The informant didn't say guy bar. They said gay bar. I had a bunch of gay guys crawling up my ass because they thought I was a crossdresser! A fucking crossdresser. I literally have the formings of a hickey on my neck. From a guy." I bit my lip, chewing on it as I rested my hands on the steering wheel to start the car.

"So, I take it that it didn't go well..." I drifted off.

"No, Jackie, it did not fucking go well."

"Oookay," I dragged out, turning the car on and pretending that he didn't call me by that nickname. I pulled out onto the street, letting the silence wrap around us for a bit before reluctantly asking my next question.

"Did you get the information we were looking for?"

"Yes," he answered curtly, showing he was done with conversation.

He didn't speak to me for the rest of the night.