Henclair oneshots not mine Part:1

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 "Do you think it's weird for a boy to want to wear a dress... Or I don't know a skirt,  for example." Dustin asked Steve bluntly.

 "Dude, who hasn't been curious of wearing a skirt." Steve replied with a short laugh. But after seeing his friend's serious face it died quickly. "Is this... About something else?"

"Dunno."

They stayed quiet for a while, letting the awkward silence fill the space between them. When they spoke again it was about a completely different topic.

A couple of days after that encounter Dustin was alone at home. They were in front of their mother's wardrobe trying to find something to wear. It was probably just a stupid idea—wanting to wear a skirt. They would try on a dress and that odd feeling would go away, they were sure of that.

All of the skirts their mother had wouldn't fit them right, they were too wide on their waist and ended falling to the floor. They felt as if they should just let this go.

But they found a yellow dress with white polka dots as they were about to give up. It still didn't fit right but at least they could walk to a mirror and see themselves.

It didn't feel right and it didn't feel wrong. It felt ok. It felt comfortable. They definitely wouldn't mind wearing a dress. But they were a boy, they shouldn't even be trying on a girl's piece of clothing.

They swayed in front of the mirror for a couple of seconds. But then they heard the front door being opened and closed

Dustin scrambled to get back on their original clothes.

"Hey sweetheart, momie is home!" He heard footsteps coming towards their direction. She usually would just pass through her own bedroom to theirs but unfortunately she saw them standing, one leg still inside the dress and the rest of their bodie trying to escape.

She gave a short laugh.

"What is this for?"

"I-was just seeing if it was comfortable." His mother laughed one more time.

"Is this what young boys have been thinking about lately?" She sat down on her bed while her child kept getting dressed. "This isn't... Because your father isn't present is it? If...you feel like you need a father figure you can always talk to one of your teachers or-"

"No mom. It's.. none of that. I was just really trying it for fun."

"Just... You know that I will always love you. No matter what."

"Yeah I know." They said with a groan.

They didn't talk about it during dinner. And definitely not during TV time. But when Dustin went back to their bedroom they found a skirt on top of their bed. It looked like it had been something from when their mother had been a teen.

Dustin hid it on a box inside his wardrobe with a smile on their face.

They weren't sure if this was just the want to wear a female piece of clothing. It was too late for Dustin to be awake, yet they couldn't fall asleep.

They were thinking about several feelings they had been having. The discomfort when someone referred to them as male. The butterflies they had gotten on their belly when they had tried the skirt on. The feeling of 'this is right'whenever they shaved the small amount of body hair they had on their face.