Would You Love Me, If You Really Knew Me?

The First Date

Note: Hello all!

Thank you all for your patience! I have restarted grad school and I work full time, so it might take me longer to upload chapters (So sorry!).

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It was early morning as Phantom flew high in the clear blue sky, all the while his mind raged with anxiety and worry, especially the closer he got to his destination. Spotting a hidden alley near to the place he was to meet up with Vlad for his 'date', he turned invisible, making sure no one saw his descent so he would remain hidden from prying eyes.

Mainly from his friends.

Sam and Tucker had argued with him incessantly about wanting to watch his date with Vlad from afar, both during and after they helped him get ready. Danny had been dead set against it because if they were caught, it could reveal his true identity to his arch-nemesis, and that would be utterly disastrous.

But truth be told. That wasn't the only reason why he didn't want his friends spying on him this time.

This was a special day. It was to be the last time he was going to be Mysteria, and he wanted the ability to act naturally without fear.

Sure, he would be worried about Vlad noticing something about his true identity, but he wanted more room to act feminine without his friends watching and judging. He had the excuse to do so at the fashion show because it was supposed to be an act, but he had no real excuse to offer his friends this time, other than he was trying to maintain cover. A very lame excuse if he acted too much like a girl.

He did not want his friends suspecting that he actually enjoyed looking and acting feminine.

Hell, he couldn't fully accept that he enjoyed acting and looking feminine...

After double and triple-checking to make sure no one was around, Phantom transformed back to human.

However, instead of his normal Danny Fenton appearance, he had long hair pulled up in a half ponytail, lips colored just a bit lighter than his normal lip color, his lashes a little bit darker and more pronounced, clip-on small dangle sapphire earrings, and a gold chain necklace with a sapphire pendant that matched his earrings. He wore an off-the-shoulder short-sleeved dark red dress, the top was embroidered with same-colored flowers and vines, the front part of the flowing skirt ending just below the knees and cascading lower in the back. On his shoulder, he carried a small red purse to keep a few things in, realizing that none of the dresses at Sam's place had any pockets.

The morning was bright as he made his way over to the Grand Hotel, having no trouble keeping balance in his medium-sized heels (thanking the heavens that his ghost training helped him with balance). He walked with a confidence he did not fully feel and nodded politely at the doorman, the well-dressed worker nodding back in return and giving no issue to 'her' walking in even though she did not belong there. 'Thank you Sam's mom for the designer clothing...'

Once he entered the large doors, he stopped as he almost gapped at the beautiful surroundings.

The color of all the furniture was so elegantly thought out and whose design complemented each other. A large glass chandelier hung on the ceiling, framed by a painted ceiling that covered the entire expanse of said ceiling. Gorgeous intricate paintings of beautiful scenery adorned the walls.