Septiplier Oneshots

Lifetime

-DISCLAIMER- THIS STORY IS ABOUT A CROSS DRESSING MALE. I DO NOT CROSS DRESS OR HAVE A HISTORY OF CROSS DRESSING. EVEN WITH RESEARCH I STILL MIGHT GET THINGS WRONG. IF YOU FIND THIS STORY OFFENSIVE OR FACTUALLY INCORRECT PLEASE CORRECT ME SO I CAN CHANGE OR TAKE THIS DOWN-

-Request from the sweet @Irish_Pterodcacty83-

    For the first time in his life Mark felt okay. He didn't feel disfigured, broken or lost, he felt apart of something, and something rich. He felt apart of his life, and it was all because of some dress.

    Smoothing down the slightly wrinkled fabric Mark looks at himself in the mirror. He wasn't into makeup like many others were and he certainly didn't like 'tucking' but for what it was, he thought he looked good. The dress itself fitted him well (took him forever to find one that did). It was red and dipped low in the neckline with thin spaghetti straps before it flowed out at the waist.

    Catching the door out of his peripheral vision his heart immediately begins to beat incessantly. What if people laughed and stared? Sure he lived in California so this was the best place to be but still a level of uncertainty laced heavy in his limbs. The most he normally did was paint his nails.

    "You're just going to get coffee. Nothing else. Then you're going to go home and probably cry into Chicas fur," he whispers to himself. "Simple. So very simple," he nods and turns around, slipping on shoes and sunglasses.

Taking a deep breath he opens the door and walks onto the sidewalk. Just on his way no one really gives him a second eye besides a few, obviously touristy, families.

    Slowly but surely his nerves subside and he can allow himself to breath. He looked good and he knew he did. Fuck the sheltered tourists. He was himself loud and proud now.

    Opening the door to the 'Little Spoon' Mark steps inside, glad to be greeted with cool air, but as soon as he sees the person he least wanted to see he feels a sudden urge to just go back home and cry like planned. However, they spot him at the entrance and wave him over.

    "Hey Mark! I haven't seen you lately," Jack smiles warmly at him and Mark removes his sunglasses. He hasn't even given him a odd look but then again Jack was probably the kindest person Mark knew. That was pry why he had a massive crush on him.

    "I've been busy..." Mark shrugs, tugging on the ends of the dress.

    "Yeah this time before summer is the worst. Cute dress by the way. Red looks good on you," Jack looks him up and down as he gives the compliment. Almost immediately Marks face goes beet red.

    "Oh thanks," he tries to give Jack a smile but he can feel it's more of a grimace.

    Either not noticing, or not caring, Jack goes right into getting Marks order. "Still ordering a white mocha with extra foam?" He asks reaching for a cup and Mark nods, knowing he's still blushing.

    "I don't think I'll never not order that drink," Mark says causing Jack to laugh.

    "So how have you been?" He asks, preparing Marks drink.

    "I don't know. It's been pretty hectic since I got a dog. Lots of training,"

    On hearing the words dog Jack puts down the cup he was stirring. "A puppy? You got a puppy and didn't immediately rush to tell me?"