Caminah Smuts

Princess In Disguise

"Dinah, we have a problem." Camila said one morning, her hands curled around her first cup of coffee of the day. "It's about my cousin's wedding this weekend."

"We?" Dinah teased with a small smile as she dished out a stack of pancakes on two plates and brought it to their little breakfast island counter. She set it in front of Camila and spread out butter all over her flapjacks. Dinah dribbled a generous amount of maple syrup all over the cakes. "What is this problem that you think that concerns me as well?"

Camila sighed and played with her pancakes. "My parents... They think I'm dating a boy."

Dinah was about to chomp down on a slice of bacon but stopped. "Excuse me?"

"Let me explain!" Camila held up her hands, her pancakes losing their warmth by the second. "I told them about you, I promise. But when I said that your name is DJ, well... They assumed that you're a boy. They were so excited and happy for me..." She gnawed her bottom lip. "And I didn't have the heart to tell them that you're indeed a she, despite of..." She cleared her throat and blushed. "Certain aspects of you're a-anatomy."

Dinah raised her brow. "You can say it, you know."

Camila huffed. "You have a penis."

Dinah cackled and ate a mouthful of pancake. She chewed slowly, knowing that Camila was anticipating her next words. "Camila, I'm one of the girliest girls you know, despite my aforementioned glitch in anatomy." She shrugged and kept eating. "I wear dresses more often than I don't, but if it makes you feel better, I'll dress up as a guy for your cousin's wedding."

Smiling, Camila got up and planted herself on Dinah's lap. "You'd really do that?"

"Mmhmm, anything for you." Dinah smiled and pecked Camila's lips, their mouths sticky with maple syrup. She curled her arm around Camila's waist and held her closer. "I suppose it's a good thing I'm a shower, in case they have any doubts." She winked and bit on Camila's neck, eliciting a giggle from her.

"So you're really okay with this?" Camila asked, her fingers twirling through locks of blonde hair.

Dinah nodded and took another mouthful of pancake. "What will it take for you to believe that I'm fine with cross-dressing for a day? Do I have to call Normani right this minute to ask her for fashion advice?"

Camila giggled and kissed along Dinah's jaw before latching onto Dinah's bottom lip to suck the sweetness off her lips. "No, but that would be nice."

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After clipping her Batman tie bar to her necktie, Dinah spun around and faced Camila, who was dressed in a rose-colored, off-shouldered dress that hugged her shapely curves. "Well? How do I look?"

Dressed in a maroon suit jacket with a red and white checkered dress shirt, Dinah brushed the lint off her ash grey trousers. Camila bit her lip and approached her slowly, before reaching out to touch the knot of Dinah's matte gray tie. "You look rather dashing." Camila husked, her eyes raking up Dinah's form.

"Yeah?" Dinah smiled and brushed her fingers through her hair, styled back to expose her forehead. "Do you think I look manly enough for you?"

Camila swept her hands up Dinah's biceps, the snug fit of her jacket accentuating her muscles. "Dinah, you'll always be my girl," Camila said, palms squeezing her shoulders. "I promise I'll tell my parents that you're a woman, but not today. They already told everyone that I'm bringing my boyfriend."

"Not your cross-dressing girlfriend?" The blonde haired girl quipped, turning around to face the mirror again as she fixed her teardrop-shaped cufflinks and her watch.