Drabbles! Short stories for your brain

#10

"-heard about the new draft yet?... Brittney? Hey, Brittney, are you awake?.. She must've fallen asleep..." the click of a tongue, "... Hm... Uh... Ok, this is weird, watching you sleep I mean, I'm, uh, just gonna go get my tablet back from Tim..." shuffling, footsteps, "See you later, when you're awake... Ok, bye!" Door opens and shuts.

Brittney peaks out of one eye, all clear, no Jonathan in sight, just the tough guy decorated room he lived in, in all of its sports posters and random weights glory. It wasn't like she especially wanted him to go away, but they'd really just met and he'd been talking for hours and hours trying to fill up the uncomfortable silence. A silence generated by them turning 12 and finding out who they're life partners would be, along with all the other implications of that.

And also, well, uh, Brittney wanted to, well, she wasn't exactly sure what she wanted to do, but she wanted to just, kinda see Jonathan's clothes. It wasn't a creepy stalker thing, she just, well she just wanted to, maybe, possibly, wear some men's clothing. Not in a creepy smell his scent sort of way, just she, well, she... she wanted to, well, see herself in them.

She just thought they looked nice and really, really wanted to try some on. When she saw all the other guys around the colony with their pristine ties but also crumpled t-shirts, they just looked so, so cool! And she wanted to look cool, like them, he wanted to look like them!

He wanted to be like them in every way possible, and well, maybe the clothing could help.

First step, walk over to the wardrobe. He stood up, and moved his left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot, left, right, left, right; his footsteps seemed to echo around the room, like they were everywhere, like everyone cared about this exact moment, like it was some sort of big deal. But... it didn't seem like it to him.

He arrived at the wardrobe, which looked as tall and menacing as a 5 and a half feet tall cabinet could be.

Next step, open the wardrobe. He grabbed the left door handle and pulled. It didn't creak creepily and nothing particularly frightening jumped out of it. The only thing of substance that happened was a yellow sponge in some sort of work attire fell out, clattering loudly on the ground. Strange, was it some sort of phenomena he didn't know about? Was Jonathan into the paranormal just like him?

He stared at it for a second longer and quickly pocketed it to study later, but then turned his attention back to the other objects in the wardrobe, the glorious ties and jeans and belts.

Third step, pick an outfit. He looked over his options, a yellow button-up? Ugh, why does Jonathan even have that? Fluorescent purple shorts? Eugh. A, uh, pair of stretchy red underwear, wait, a sexy red thong! This was just getting weirder, why did the council even put that in there? Where was all of Jonathan's regular clothing?

He searched through it a bit, finally settling with a pair of khakis, a red t-shirt with faded yellow lettering, and a blue and white baseball cap for extra flourish. Might as well make the most of this, right? It's not like he'd ever get another chance to do anything like this again.

Alright, fourth step, put on the clothes. He quickly pulled off his weird pink puffy dress and glittery pink slip-on shoes and pulled the shirt over his head, it wasn't particularly soft of well fitting, but it was perfect. He quickly slipped on the khakis and turned to the mirror beside the wardrobe. What would he look like? Would it be like he wanted?

He saw himself  in that mirror, it was him, he looked like this. Quietly handsome, but also manly and he seemed so angular in the loose t-shirt, like all of his weird curves were gone. And now he was, well him. Him...

What was his name again? As he pondered this he lifted the baseball cap, thinking he could use it to hide one of the last not him things, his long hair. Was it-

His limbs seemed to lose all control as he collapsed. Did he hit his collarbone? It did hurt like hell...

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She thought she'd try men's clothing.

She walked over to the wardrobe.

Then, she opened the wardrobe.

She picked an outfit.

She pulled off her clothes and pulled the shirt on.

It wasn't as fun as she thought it'd be.

She took it back off and put it back in the wardrobe.

Then she went to therapy, because she needed to be fixed.

~ERROR FIXED~~

~Yes, I did cry because of this. It's sad, okay?