NanaMiya Here I Go Again (Nanashima x Shinomiya)

Dress Two

It was lunch time. Lunch where Shinomiya would sit next to his friends and they would have a talk and laugh.

This time though...

"So I found this story online, apparently there's guys who crossdressing as girls and become net idols!" Nishina squealed.

Shinomiya paled and almost spit out his drink, "U-Uhm... wh-why does it matter...?" He asked, trying to keep suspicion off of himself as he took another sip.

"It matters because it makes them more adorable!" Nishina mused.

"Yes! Such small pure beans!" Kae agreed.

Shinomiya narrowed his eyes slightly, "W-Would you agree if it were a more manly guy?" He questioned.

At this, Shinomiya felt eyes on him by his friends and he slunk in his seat a bit. Nishina and Kae locked eyes before shrugging, "They wouldn't be adorable, but they're doing what they like." Was what they said in sync. Scary.

"What Shinomiya? You want to dress like a girl?" Nanashima asked with a laugh and gently shoved Shinomiya's side.

"N-No! Of course not! I-I'm manly!" Shinomiya shouted in defense. Though it hurt him to say.

"Right right, of course." Nanashima said sarcastically but there was still a smirk.

Shinomiya huffed and went back to his lunch, but his head was pounding. He didn't feel so good.

After school, Shinomiya went to his room. There was a box on his bed and his eyes widened. "A-Another gift from mom and dad." He opened it up and grinned.

It was a lovely royal blue dress made from fine silk from India. Shinomiya read the card which had the usual "Sorry we aren't there for you, here's a dress we saw that we noticed you would like." Or "We had this specially tailored for you, love you lots!"

They didn't care that their son likes to dress as a girl. They were hardly home anyways so it's not like they could stop him. He also never complained about them being gone, so the presents were more like hush money. But it did make Shinomiya smile once he saw the dresses and he knew his parents did think of him when they picked them out.

"Mimi! I'm g-going out for a bit!" He called to the nanny.

"Be back before dark, young master!" She called back.

Shinomiya told her many times to not call him master, but she did anyways. So he ignored it now. He put on a pair of white silk bloomers, a pair of white cotton socks with lace, Mary-Janes, and finally the blue dress.

He eyed himself in the mirror as he carefully put on the blonde wig and set a black headband on.

As he was getting to leave, his nanny poked her head out and squealed, "Young master! You look cute as always!" She gushed.

"Th-Thank you, Mimi! I'll be sure to bring you back some fresh veggies!" He promised as he slipped out the door.

The sun felt nice on his skin as he wasn't wearing any sleeves. He felt beautiful in his tutu styled skirt, watching as it swayed with each step he too.

He decided he would go to the park. It was a nice day and he wanted to get some froyo anyways, also the fresh food merchants would be there as well.

Things were going fine and dandy. He had gotten compliments on his outfit by many people, by boys and girls alike! No one would know who he really was.

"Hey pretty lady, why don't ya come hang with us for a while?" A male voice asked, well, more like demanded.

"Uhm, n-no thanks!" Shinomiya had dealt with their kind before. They were perverts and just wanted to claim him.

"It wasn't a choice."

"Then wh-why ask?" Shinomiya questioned bravely, but immediately tensed when the guy glared.

"Talking big for the way you're stuttering like a scared animal."

That annoyed Shinomiya, it wasn't his fault he had a speech impediment! "L-Leave me alone..." he stammered as he quickly turned to leave.

"I don't think so!" The guy grabbed Shinomiya's wrist and caused the other to stumble, "Haha! Now then, let's go have some fu-"

"She said no!" An all too familiar voice sounded.

Shinomiya looked up from his spot to see Nanashima laying a punch on the other guy. "Nana...Shima..." He breathed.

Nanashima quickly scared the guy off and went to help the 'girl' up, "Hey, are you alright?"

Shinomiya stayed silent, he didn't want to be found out, but he felt guilty for not thanking him.

"... okay... well goodbye, I guess." Nanashima went to leave, but Shinomiya tightened his grip on Nanashima's sleeve, "Uh, Yeah?"

Shinomiya's breathing grew heavy and he squeaked out a thank you. His face was still hidden as he was looking away.

It was like Nanashima could sense who it was. Because in a quick moment he seized the other boy's chin and made him look up.

"Ack! D-Don't look at m-me!" Shinomiya shrieked, struggling in his grip.

"Wow..." Nana's eyes grew wide, "I couldn't tell it was you, I mean, I figured it out once you grabbed my wrist, I just had to make sure."

Shinomiya was close to tears, "M-My struggle meant nothing??" He sulked to himself.

"Ah! Don't cry! Jeez, hold on."

And with that, the two were sitting in a private room eating some Korean Style BBQ. The wig Shinomiya was wearing was beside him on the bench. He was still sulking as he tearily ate marinated chicken.

Nanashima sighed heavily, "I don't see why you haven't told anyone," he stated shoving food into his mouth.

"I-It's embarrassing!" Shinomiya stated, "besides... no one would get it... th-they would think I'm a freak..." he teared up again.

"I don't think you're a freak." Nanashima said honestly, he cracked a lopsided smile, "besides, you look cute, why stop doing it?"