[ this is where it really begins ]
Draco had a small infatuation with something his parents disgraced him for... Feminine clothes. And not just tank tops, shorts, and other unisex items; no no... skirts, panties, he even owned a girdle. Another thing, small is an understatement. Half of his closet consisted of feminine clothing.
Lucius and his son were in yet another argument about his wardrobe. Draco always said that if no one seen him, it wasn't a problem. His father obviously thought different. Fed up, Draco stormed to his room and did what he saw right. Knowing that school started in less than two weeks, he stuffed everything he needed into his trunk. Wand, books, uniform, and comfortable clothes for when he was alone.
He looked in the mirror and shook his head. He knew what he needed to do. Grabbing his favourite combination of clothes and slipped them on: a bubblegum-pink miniskirt, a baggy maya blue knitted sweater, a pair of obsidian black-lace panties, and thigh-high dove white stockings. Trunk in one hand, wand in the other, he stepped onto their porch. Black smoke rose from his feet and circled around him. He shot into the air and landed somewhere random, by the accents he could tell that he was still in Britain.
He sighed, time to start walking...
