A Box Of Kittens

Chapter 33

I think people in my class are getting annoyed at me in PE when my friends make me dance the beginning of Fire by BTS... and other friends who don't like BTS keep yelling at me to pay attention to practice our routine instead of dancing off, singing "FFFIIIIIRRREEE!!!". Oh well.

"You have no idea how awkward this is," (your name) said, walking down the streets of London. With Sebastian on her right, Undertaker on her left, and Claude behind her, they walked down the streets, receiving many baffled looks, mainly directed towards (your name)'s bizarre attire. She was referring to the whispers of onlookers, and the close proximity between all of them. "Where are we going again?"

"To Nina Hopkins the tailor," Sebastian replied. "I believe she will be happy enough to help us in our little predicament. I'm certain that I do not need to explain who Miss. Hopkins is, considering that she is in that manga thing you read."

Arriving in front of Nina's Tailor shop, (your name) marvelled at the shop's sign, not really wanting to believe that she was here. Stepping in to the shop, two young women appeared at their side, examining (your name) closely, picking at her (favourite colour) hoodie. They turned to Sebastian, and said in unison, "Miss Nina isn't in today."

"Oh? And why is that?"

"She went out to help find Master Ciel Phantomhive," they circled (your name), eyeing her clothes up and down. (your name) started feeling extremely nervous.

"Yes, anyway, we were hoping you could dress our friend (your name) here into something more... presentable. She's not from around here, you see, and we do not wish for her to receive any more scrutinising stares," Sebastian said, pulling out a large sack of money, and handed it to one of the girls. She weighed the bag in her hands before handing it to the other, who peered inside, counting the money.

"Everything seems in order," she said, re-tying the sack and throwing it into a chest where they stored money. "Come with us."

"Wha--?" before she could say any more, (your name) was grabbed by the arms on both sides and dragged into the back room, where the girls stripped her down to her underwear ("Uh, okay?" she thought.) and measured her every curve, as well as her bust size and other things. Hearing Undertaker giggling in the other room, (your name) felt a little embarrassed.

Pulling out a corset, the girl holding it said, "Brace your arms against the wall."

Dreading what was about to come, (your name) pressed her elbows against the wall as the girls slipped the corset on around her rib cage. As the strings were pulled tighter, the smaller her waist became, and the more breath being squeezed out of her. Noticing her struggling, one of the girls asked, "Hey, are you alright? We can take a break if you want."

"No...! Keep... huff... going!" (your name) wheezed, her face becoming flushed, and small beads of sweat forming at her brow.

"Alright..." 

"How do women breath in these things?" (your name) asked, running a hand over her cinched waist, panting heavily as she examined herself in a large mirror. "It's a  death trap!"

"Arms up," the girls said, bringing a long skirt and petticoat with them as they stood on either side of (your name). Feeling exhausted, (your name) held her arms above her head, the girls lowering the petticoat onto her, then the skirt, tightening it uncomfortably onto her waist, the dark green fabric flaring out towards the bottom. They then brought out a matching bodice with black lace decorating the top, and buttoned up the silver buttons, using pins to add sleeves.

Pushing (your name) gently down onto a stool, they pulled cotton stockings up onto her legs. "We probably should've done this first," they mused. They then placed on each of her feet a black, medium-length boot with chunky high heels, and fastened it with buttons that ran down the side. Then, they placed a brimless hat on top of her head, which sported numerous fake flowers, as a finishing touch.

"My, is that our little (your name)?" Undertaker giggled as soon as the girls brought (your name) out of the back room, showing her off to the three men that stood waiting.

"Shut up," (your name) replied, not particularly enjoying the constriction around her waist area. 

"Come, my Lady," Sebastian tutted, hooking his right arm in (your name)'s left. "We shall be off. And, please, do try to speak appropriately."

"Whatever," (your name) grumbled as they left the shop with Claude and Undertaker trailing behind them.

"Would you like me to hold your arm, too, my Lady?" Undertaker giggled, holding out his arm for Claude to take.

"Don't touch me, you detestable creature," Claude snapped, causing Undertaker to giggle madly, drawing even more attention to the odd group from passersby.

"Why don't you tell them that?" (your name) smirked to Sebastian, who sighed exasperatedly.

"Honestly, I thought better of the two of you."

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"I'm bored!" Alois sang from where he lay, paws stuck up in the air, drawing shapes in the air above him.

"Yes, I understand that, Trancy, but I honestly couldn't care less," Ciel grumbled as Elizabeth nuzzled close to him, her fur getting into his mouth as he spoke. "Elizabeth, your fur is in my mouth."

"How many times have I told you, call me Lizzy!"

"Too many times for me to care..." Ciel muttered under his breath, watching Elizabeth turn and start plaiting Grell's long fur, much to the delight of the red-furred Reaper.

"Yes! Make my fur look perfect for when my Bassy arrives!" he squealed, much to the annoyance to almost everyone else in the cage with them, and an annoyed Ash, who listened from the doorway, hidden in the shadows out of sight.

Russia: Kira says she hopes you enjoy the chapter. She can't say herself because she is rereading the 'Chronicles of Ancient Darkness' series by Michelle Paver for about the millionth time, and usually England would cover for her, but he is fighting France at the moment. And as her favourite character from Hetalia, myself, I say: До свидания!

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