Sebastian Michaelis x Male Reader

XIV

"(y/n)~" a cheerful voice calls out to me. I turn around slowly and come face to face with a pair of arms filled with dresses. And I just got back into the habit of wearing pants again. "Come now, my robin. Let's pick out a dress for my upcoming ball!" He grabs onto my wrist tightly and drags me into his room.

"What is it with you rich people and dressing me up like a woman even though you know perfectly well that I am a man!?" I ask him angrily as he begins to undress me. Soon, I find myself leaning over the bed with Viscount Druitt standing a bit too close behind me. He tightens my corset to the point of breaking my ribs. "Viscount Druitt," I manage to get out through a gasp. "It need not be so tight."

"I apologize! I would never mean to cause my robin any unnecessary pain!" He freaks out a bit more before loosening the corset a bit. "There, so much better." There's probably a question lingering about why the Viscount himself is dressing me instead of one of his servants. The reason is simple: he doesn't want anyone else touching me. "Which dress would you like to try on first?"

I look at the four dresses laid out in front of me. Blue, lavender, pink, and gray all rest before me. The only one that I wouldn't want to kill myself in is the gray one. "I don't need the pastels and frills to convince people that I'm a woman," I tell Viscount Druitt as I reach for the gray dress. It's not really that gray. It's black and white with some gray.

"I knew that would be your choice," the Viscount tells me. "But I was so hoping that you would have chosen something with more color. Imagine it! My little robin fluttering down the lit staircase wearing this lavish lavender dress!"

"I prefer a lack of colors," I tell him quietly. "Please don't treat me like your doll."

"I would never," Viscount says loudly. He grabs my face in his hands and makes me look up at him. "You're so perfect. I just want you to dress as beautifully as you act."

"You can't say things like that and then try to get me to dress in drag," I mumble, looking away from him. "Just...help me get this dress on, if you so please."

Aleister's face brightens at my request and he quickly throws the dress over my head. For a rich person, Viscount Druitt can dress pretty quickly. Ciel would be completely lost if he had to dress even himself. "You look beautiful~" he tells me, pulling my hair back and tying it up.

I look at myself in his mirror. Staring back at me is just another strange woman. This isn't me. This isn't even Grace. The person staring back at me is just some lost soul being forced to wear a stupid dress for some stupid ball. "Why can't I wear pants?"

"Pants aren't beautiful enough for my robin," he tells me.

"I'm a boy. Boys should wear pants, not dresses, right?"

"You're an exception. Such beauty deserves to be treated as such."

"Why are you dressing me up like this again?"

"I only wanted to make sure that my lovely robin has the most beautiful dress to wear for when she accompanies me at my next ball. There will be so many people to relish in your marvelous beauty."

"That's what I was afraid of."

"What are we going to do about Pluto during the ball?" I ask my father as I sit on the bed behind Pluto and help him brush through his knotted hair. Yes, I understand that I am acting completely like a woman. Someone needs to take care of this child. My father isn't gentle enough to have the patience needed yet, so he can't do it. So it is I who is stuck with such a task of babysitting the demon hound. Pluto leans into my touch a little and begins to pant happily. "He's rather excitable."