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well well well...if it isn't myself updating again. but only because this is my favorite chapter so far and i couldn't honestly to wait to post this. so enjoy it and NOW i'm done with this constant updates
november ❀ age 14     

eddie made sure his mother was busy with cleaning the living room. he shut his door, would've locked it, but sonia didn't want his door to have a lock. eddie quietly opened his closet door, eyes landing on the cardboard box. he smiled a little, until kneeing down next to it. he opened it, revealing riley's old clothes and a bunch of male magazines on top of them. he put the magazines aside and took a told of a white shirt and a light pink skirt. he sighed and took off the shirt he was currently wearing, slipping the white one on. then he removed his pants, stepping into the soft skirt, which reached his mid-thighs.

eddie then reached to his own sock drawer, taking out a pair of white knee high socks. he pulled them on, sighing in relief. he walked in front of the mirror, looking at his figure. he liked wearing girl clothes. he always thought girl clothes looked much more better than guys' when they were at the shopping mall. he always wanted to try them, not daring to ask his mother to do so. but now, he had riley's old clothes and he couldn't be happier.

he carefully spun around and giggled. then an idea flashing in eddie's mind. he skipped to the drawer where he kept his most important memories, one of them being a flower crown what stan had given him.

he put it on his hair, feeling completed. he jumped back to the mirror. the white T shirt was almost as cropped, but not quite. it revealed eddie's stomach everytime he lifted his hands up, but other wise, it was brushing the skirt's waistband.

he liked the way the skirt's soft fabric touched his thighs and how nice the air felt on his stomach as he spun around, hands above his head and hummed a silent tune.

he was so happy and overwhelmed but his clothes, he could scream. he jumped on the bed, spinning around and dancing, moving his little arms around, turning his face towards the wall and shutting his eyes.

he was so hap-

"what the fuck?"

eddie froze. he stopped jumping on the bed. his heart felt like stone. liveless and still. he didn't want to turn around nor open his eyes, but yet, he did both of those, seeing richie standing by the door, holding the door open, hand on the doorknob.

"eddie?" he asked, confusion plastered over his face as his eyes traveled down eddie's body, from the flower crown to eddie's legs, which were half covered by white knee socks.

"can you shut the door?" eddie asked so quietly, it took time for richie to realize what eddie had said. he shut the door and was now standing in front of the door, still looking at eddie, lips parted a bit of confusion.

"what....why are you..why are you wearing those?" richie asked.

eddie felt like crying. he sucked in a deep breath and jumped down from the bed, fiddling with the hem of his skirt. "i'm sorry"

"for what?" richie asked and kept staring at the cross-dressed eddie in front of him. "wearing...those?"

eddie nodded, giving a little glance at richie, unsure how richie would think.

"i thought they were going to your cousin" richie let out a breathy nervous laugh.

"i'm the cousin" eddie breathed out, his knees getting weak. he could faint any second.