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 Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2010 1:57 pm
With the revelation of Ladon's other wardrobe, Paris had insisted to see where he brought his clothes. It was the first time Ladon had gone shopping with someone else, and not just slinking around in the stores in secret and hoping he didn't meet anyone he knew from school. Well, recognized from school. He didn't KNOW anyone. The boy seemed rather excited to go shopping when they met up downtown, and had insisted he actually wear the clothes he had from his other clothes selection.
So he did. He wore black slacks with black boots, and a white dress shirt that had little snowflakes in light blue on the hem of the collar and down on side. The cuffs also had snowflakes, blue and white. It wasn’t the most extreme outfit he had, but it was still downright adorable in the long run.
Then wore his pea coat just in case he wanted to cover up, which he felt inclined to do, but wore a matching scarf with a variation of blue stripes, and little snowflakes trailing down to the snowman on the bottom. Rubbing his hands, he met Paris, and they headed together to the shopping center before going through some back ways and side streets before hitting A small, smushed shop between two bigger stores had it's doors open hoping to invite the select few who had a more specialized taste in clothes. It was called Prince Charming and it was here that Ladon gestured inside.
"I've never shopped with anyone before." Not aside from his sister, who was long since gone after the coma scare, but that had been a long time ago when they had actually shopped here.
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Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2010 2:43 pm
Paris stopped outside the shop Ladon gestured to, looking it over before going inside. "I never even knew a shop like this was here," he admitted, a bit surprised that it had so far escaped his notice. He was usually pretty good at sniffing out stores of cute clothing. "How did you find it? It's kinda out of the way, don't you think?"
But it definitely had potential, if the clothes Ladon owned were any indication. Paris himself had settled on a tamer outfit today in respect of his new friend. Instead of anything too obviously girly, he'd chosen a pair of dark blue jeans -- tight and low cut, yes, but not as extreme as a skirt -- and a simple plum covered cardigan over a white blouse. The blouse had a bow at the collar, and he'd pinned a pearly brooch to one side of his cardigan, but overall his outfit was surprisingly conservative. He'd finished it off with a pair of small brown boots no higher than his ankles, with only a two-inch heel. For the weather outside he wore a nice coat over top, and had even remembered to bring his mittens and scarf this time.
He stepped into the shop with Ladon to begin looking around, immediately intrigued by the assortment of clothes. "Wow, jackpot. This is awesome," he said, not quite as animated as usual, but still smiling in excitement. Now that he and Ladon were friends -- or the closest thing Paris could consider to a friend -- he saw no need to keep putting on his girly, attention-seeking act, and treated Ladon to a more casual attitude. Ladon had somehow earned the right to see him with his defenses down.
"I go shopping all the time, but I've never been to a place like this. You should come with me more often. I'll show you all of my usual haunts, and you show me yours."
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Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2010 2:59 pm
It had been a rather nice ensemble and one that Ladon could easily approve on Paris. It had a nice touch, and he was always a sucker for brooches and bows, and the colors reminded him of warm plums and frosting. The pair of them together seemed to make an adorable matching set, and with Paris easily convincing everyone that he looked like a girl even when he wore jeans, it wasn't hard to see. A few Crystal girls passing by had noticed them through the glass window, and smiling, laughed to each other as they headed down the walk. Ladon moved in a little closer to the clothing rack, and though about what Paris said.
"That sounds nice, though I don't think I could see myself in some of the clothes you wear." It wasn't in a tone meant to jab him, but lightly saying that there were just some things he couldn't see himself in.
"..I mean, I couldn't imagine myself in…" his eyes were still on the slowly departing Crystal girls, who had stopped on their way to donate a few coins to a Salvation Army Santa ringing his bell.
His voice trailed off as he watched them, a flickering image jumping in his mind. Skirts. He couldn't imagine himself in a skirt, just as Paris tended to wear girl clothes, and then a slow idea started to form. Paris, a boy who looked like a girl, dressed in a Crystal uniform. Anyone else having this thought would have been worried (and Ladon was at first a little surprised why his brain caught on this image), but then he remembered Crystal.
He had long since meditated on the idea of Crystal in regards to his own work as a Negaverser, so the school was always on his mind along with the hunch that a certain princess resided in its all-girl dormitories. For such a reason, it was not a place he could easily enter. A 'no man's land' – but only for most. A boy such as Paris could easily stroll in without a second thought simply because he was mistaken as a girl. Mistaken for a girl just like the two Crystal students had just now done without a second thought.
He watched them, and wondered. In a distant voice, he looked to Paris. "When you go to your stores…. do people think you're a girl most of the time? I mean…you're really good at making everyone think that. I sure thought you were a girl when I first met you. You're pretty good at fooling people when you dress up, aren't you?" He fingered the sleeve of a shirt he was looking at, but his mind was elsewhere, eyes distant as they glanced up at the Crystal girls who were now walking away.
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Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2010 3:21 pm
Paris began looking through the clothes racks as soon as they were inside, oblivious to the Crystal girls Ladon had spotted outside or the path Ladon's thoughts were currently taking. If he had known, he probably wouldn't have been able to stop himself from teasing him about kinky fantasies and uniform fetishes.
Hey, just because they were friends now didn't mean he couldn't tease him when the opportunity arose.
"Just because you don't wear my kind of clothes doesn't mean you can't come with me," he told him, pulling a shirt off one of the racks to look at it more closely. He really liked the lace. "I could use your opinion sometimes. Seriously, you have good tastes, which is more than I can say for most guys."
He continued to look around, never straying too far away from Ladon, but so absorbed in exploring the shop that he was unaware that Ladon's attention wasn't fully with him. He turned to the other boy when he seemed to express more of an interest in his shopping habits. Paris shrugged lightly and smiled, taking Ladon's comment about his ability to fool people as a compliment. "Well, yeah, most of the time people think I'm a girl. It helps that I have a pretty face. When I was little, people confused me for a girl all the time, and that was before I started dressing like one."
Admittedly, he hadn't acted very much like your typical boy back then either.
"Sometimes it's hard to get girl clothes to fit right, which is why I always gets things a size or two big and then have it tailored down to my size. It helps, I think. The clothes look like they're made for me instead of just looking ridiculous. But then when I dance-- I told you I do ballet, right?" he asked, momentarily side-tracked. "Well, I do, in case you didn't know. It's a little harder to hide that I'm a boy when I'm dancing. Tight clothes make things a little more obvious, but I wear skirts when I practice, too, so..."
He paused, watching Ladon curiously. "Why do you ask?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2010 3:54 pm
"Oh..thanks." he said distantly as Paris complemented on his fashion sense, a first that Ladon should have been more excited about, but his brain was working out a plan and what all would have to be done to make it happen. All from one little, dangerous, embarrassing, yet very inspiring thought. The key to getting into Crystal could possibly be in something as simple as a wardrobe change, but not just any change of clothes. He needed someone who tricked people all the time that he was a girl, and as such, could easily walk into Crystal all the time without striking attention. As a boy, even with his smooth, soft looks, he would stick out like a sore thumb, not to mention he mother worked as such a place and could recognize her son if he just waltzed in. However, in disguise, he could walk in and investigate the school for the Princess or at least figure out a way to lure her out. If she was there, he wanted to catch her attention.
The only problem was that the KEY to getting into such a place was the dress change……which was simply looking like a girl.
The very idea jerked his masculinity to attention and made it scream out a loud "NO!", but his idea, the promise of actually being able to return to the Queen with SOMETHING and something potentially grand, was screaming a slightly louder "YOU MUST!"
Listening to Paris at the same time as he thought this, he nodded slowly. Tailoring clothes was noting for him. He did so all the time. He showed Paris the slight alterations he made on the stuffed animals, and he was handy with a thread and needle. He could make a uniform look natural.
As for dancing, he thought of Andrea, a friend of his who also took ballet, and he kept that in mind as well. Moving around and doing attacks while in a skirt would probably not be done anyways.
When the question was finally asked, he jerked in place and whipped back to look at the shirt he was inspecting. "I was just wondering. It seems to take a lot of effort and practice to dress in a way that makes people think you are a girl. I bet you learned a lot of little tricks, like altering your clothes to fit, picking clothes 2 sizes larger than your own, and how to move in them. No one else could just…pick up some girl clothes and pass themselves off as one, could they?" He was fishing, a little, to see if he could just up and disguise himself as a Crystal girl. For now, his idea was a private one. A highly embarrassing, private idea, but he had an expert right next to him and he was poking around for advice.
"Like, say, I couldn't just up and deck out in a skirt and pass off as anything but a boy." Saying even that much made his heart race and his throat go dry. He kept saying this was a stupid idea, but his plan had so much potential that he refused to just dismiss it.
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Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2010 5:02 pm
Nothing seemed all that strange to him at first, but Paris was a little curious as to why Ladon was expressing so much interest. He shrugged again and answered anyway. "Yeah, you learn a thing or two after a while. Some of it is more or less common sense. Just pay attention to how girls dress and don't go overboard until you know you can make it work. Don't flaunt what you don't have. Like me. I have great legs and a nice a** -- pardon my French -- so I can show them off while wearing tops that disguise the fact that I don't have boobs."
He could always fake a bosom, but he saw no point in doing so when he could easily divert attention to other parts of his body.
"Make-up can be hard to get right. Not very many guys know how to apply it correctly, but then there are girls who don't know a thing about it either."
Like lip-liner. He would never understand why people thought outlining their lips in a completely different color was a good idea. And eyeshadow. People tended to use bright colors without really knowing the proper way to apply it, and then it just looked gaudy.
"Like, say I wanted to wear red lipstick. Am I going to wear bright eyeshadow with it? Or a lot of blush on my cheeks? No. If you want a bright color in one area, you don't use a lot of color in another. Pick either your eyes, your cheeks, or your lips to highlight and stick with it. A lot of guys who cross-dress end up looking stupid 'cause they'll wear bright blue eyeshadow with bright red lipstick. Sometimes it's on purpose, like for a drag show or something, but the rest of the time it's because they just don't know any better."
He paused again to look at Ladon and see if he was still listening to him or if he was done being interested in the finer points of dressing like a girl. It was difficult to tell. The other boy had sort of a far-away look on his face, like he was thinking and thinking hard, about something Paris didn't have a clue about.
"You just have to pick the right clothes and make-up that make you look natural. You know, things that go with your coloring and body type. I'm lucky because I'm not exactly built like your normal guy anyway, so I can get away with a lot more."
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Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2010 5:24 pm
Ladon was actually paying attention, and the more complex Paris' explanations on things made him pull away from his plan to focus all his attention on the boy. He turned his head, listened, and stopped pretending that he was actually looking at clothes as much as he had been faking. There was too much to take in that he was finding himself more of those guys that Paris was describing, who had no idea what he was doing and would essentially sabotage his intention of looking like a girl if he just went at it. There were many fine points in the art of cross-dressing that Paris was just touching on that Ladon felt he was WAY over his head.
There was no way he could just pick up a Crystal uniform, a wig, and pass off as a girl. There were what clothes to wear, what would fit, what would distract people away from his boy boyish features, and what sort of things would keep him from looking like a gaudy whore than the innocent, young girl that would attend Crystal would look like.
His idea was quickly going up in flames, but he was not one to be detoured that soon.
He needed help, and he wasn't about to go starting from scratch to discover the high points of cross-dressing on his own. He wanted to know it now, quickly, and get to investigating Crystal.
"It all seems very complicated…" he pulled out the shirt he was looking at, checking to see if it would fit, and then looking at the tag. All an act as he distracted himself. He couldn't look at Paris when he was trying to work up the INSANE courage to say what he needed to. Already his face was getting a little pinker than it should. "…..I was just thinking……I sort of needed to get into Crystal …..so I could find someone……….and they don't allow boys in that school…….." He was intentionally staring at the shirt he was looking at, but the blush was now making his small ears red. "……..and what with you knowing all of this stuff………and I wouldn't ever to just pick it………" His tongue was thick in his mouth as if his body was working hard to keep him from asking.
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Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2010 5:59 pm
Paris could tell that there was something on Ladon's mind, something both disturbing to the other boy, yet intriguing. He assumed it had something to do with dressing like a girl -- why would he be asking such questions otherwise? -- but he was still surprised when Ladon managed to force out what had been occupying him for the last few moments. Paris's eyes widened as he stared at him, slowly processing the request.
"Wait, you want me to help you sneak into Crystal?" he asked, wise enough to keep his voice low so that they wouldn't be overheard. Yeah, he liked to get into trouble and do things he shouldn't, but he didn't advertise his plans around adults who could potentially thwart any idea he had of seeing them through.
If he hadn't been so surprised, Paris would have instantly gone into a round of teasing. As it was, it took him a few moments to realize that, yes, Ladon was asking him how to cross-dress for the purpose of sneaking in to an all-girls school. Once he finally got it through his head, Paris grinned wickedly and nudged the other boy in the side with his elbow. "And here I thought you were so straight-laced. You sure fooled me."
It seemed Ladon had his reasons, but that didn't prevent the situation from being so damned amusing. "Who do you need to find? Your girlfriend? I didn't know you had a girlfriend. Honestly, I was beginning to you were-- well, never mind, that's not important. So you want to put on a uniform and sneak into the school..." Paris considered it. He didn't think it would be all that difficult. All they had to do was get their hands on some Crystal uniforms. The rest would be easy. He could handle hair and make-up well enough.
"Sure, I'll help," Paris decided, and then added, "but you have to let me come with you." There was no way he was going to agree to sit this one out, not when Ladon was asking him for his help. "This is going to be fun! I can't believe you of all people would think of something like this. I'm impressed, Lady. Very impressed."
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Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2010 6:23 pm
It was great that Paris was smart enough not to just shout with surprise that he wanted to break into an all-girls' school. For a boy, this was typical, but most boys would not go THIS far in looking for a girl. It wasn't like Ladon was exactly looking for a girl, not in the way that Paris seemed to think, but he knew that saying otherwise wasn't something he could do. Saying he had a girl there was just an easy excuse, but like always, Ladon couldn't leave that sort of implication just hanging there. Paris would think he was sneaking in to do….unmentionable things. That he was going in to do that.
"I'm just looking for someone I know. I don't have a girlfriend there. Just a…I guess you'd call her a friend." More like an enemy he wanted to destroy with every fiber of his being and a boy in direct association with her. Little protector Castor and his beloved Princess. Dead. He wanted to wring their little necks until they eyes popped out, and then slice out their starseed and present them, blood-covered, to the Queen.
But he couldn't say that and knew that he would really be getting a raised eyebrow if he did go that far.
"We met only once, along with this other guy. I haven't seen her in a while and wanted to find out where she is. I … wanted to look around and…" A lie. A lie, Ladon! Think of something! "..leave her a letter so she can write to me." Well that was good. Nothing dirty there. Just a quest to find his friend. Much better than sneaking to mess around. "I don't like loosing a friend."
Even if Paris was proud that he might be the rowdy type of boy who played around with girls, Ladon wasn't about to take that sort of credit and shot down that very idea. He just needed to dress up and get in, but he wasn't stupid enough to not make up a story. This was all on the fly after all.
There was a catch however, and one he didn't realize. Paris wanted to come with him. That made things a lot more complicated. Now he would have to fake a letter and slip it under some random door. Not too hard, but looking around the school might be a bit harder with someone wondering why they were walking around. Still, if Paris was good in dressing up like a girl, maybe having a person who could also act like one would also help – and for this sort of thing, he needed all the help he could get.
Still flushed, he looked around and then set his hands on his shoulders. "You have to keep this a secret, Paris. No one can know about this, and most of all, I have to look completely different. My mother works at Crystal. If any of the staff looks at me and sees that I'm her son, or just catches us because they see that I'm a boy, I'm going to be screwed for life. I do NOT want to have that sort of conversation with my mother if we were caught. Do you understand? I have to look completely different." His eyes all but screamed that failure in this was not an option. He was risking a lot. The very idea of being caught, in a dress, sneaking into Crystal, being reported, having the cops come, then being turned over to his mother was the most horrible nightmare he could imagine. And then there was sure to be a talk about the whys, questioning identities, sexualities, and being accepted no matter what.
He did not want this conversation to ever happen in his lifetime.
Ever.
EVER!
Looking around, he whispered to Paris. "Do you..think you could do that? I'll let you come with me if you think you can."
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Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2010 7:26 pm
He thought it was a little odd that Ladon would want to sneak into the school just so he could leave a letter for a friend. Couldn't he just call or text her? Why go through all the trouble to get her attention? Unless Ladon was playing the role of secret admirer! That was cute -- a little corny and old-fashioned, but still cute. Then again, this was Ladon they were talking about; prude-ish and old-fashioned pretty much defined him.
Paris was slightly startled when the other boy grabbed onto his shoulders and began speaking to him so seriously. He wondered if it was really necessary to drill that point into his head, but he didn't question in. He blinked at Ladon to show his confusion, giving him another strange look, before nodding to show that he understood. "Okay, I won't tell anyone. I swear. I can keep secrets." Just because he didn't mind revealing things about himself didn't mean he didn't know how to keep things about other people tight under wraps.
"And I can make you look different, no problem. We can find a wig for you. What do you think of red hair? You might look cute as a ginger. The color would go nice with you eyes-- er... eye." Paris's planning came to a sudden halt when he reached the first snag. "What are you going to do about your eye-patch? It stands out and makes you pretty recognizable. I think you'll have to go without it. We can get a wig with some bangs to hide your eye if you want. And if you don't like such a vibrant color as red, you could always do brown. Or blond! What do you think about going blond?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2010 7:42 pm
It was a great relief just to hear that. Ladon had a pretty good idea that Paris wouldn’t say anything, but he liked the assurance and making it known that there was a lot of things that would happen if they were caught. Maybe Paris wouldn't mind the trouble if they were found out. It was pretty much know by a lot of people that he switched back and forth from boy and girl clothes, but for Ladon, it would just start too much in his life and get his parents asking him all sort of strange and embarrassing questions. There would also be gossip that would travel around the Crystal girls about him, than their boyfriends, and then back to his school. If dressing up in frilly boy clothes would attract attention, everyone finding out he was disguising himself as a girl would not go down well.
Releasing Paris, he breathed out. "Okay. Thank you. I just….needed to hear that." With that out of the way, Paris went right to business, already thinking of the options they had.
In all honesty, he could care less what he looked like as a girl as long as he looked like a girl, but now that he was asked, he thought about it. Did he…..want to decide what hair color he wanted to be? "Uh…I don't know about what color…." And just like that, a problem was pointed out. A big one. His eye or more specifically, his missing one. He touched his eye patch. "I completely forgot about that." He thought about it. It was really hard to get around it. It sort of made him known. "I guess I could wear sunglasses…." But that might now work. "I…waiting for the prosthetic. A few more days from now. I guess if we wait till then, that could work." He hadn't mentioned that he was going in to get his fake eye. It wasn't like he could fool anyone now that everyone knew it wasn't a real eye.
"If you can hide that side with hair without it looking weird. I mean, you're the expert. I have no idea. You know how to distract people from one thing to something else. I don't even know what hair color to pick. Really, whatever you think would look good. I'm…giving you free reign here. You are helping me after all." On second thought, was it good to just let Paris have complete control? To let Paris treat Ladon like a Barbie Doll (Or maybe a Ken if they were talking about guys here), and do what he wanted. …..Ladon was sure everything would be okay. ………right?
He looked up at his hair, wondering what color would even look right. He never once dyed his hair. He never thought about dying it. Red hair? Blonde hair? Brunette? Hmmm. "What do you think would look good? I never once played with my hair. It's always been short and black."
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Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2010 8:03 pm
Paris had not been aware that Ladon was waiting on a prosthetic eye. The other boy didn't really talk about the reasons for the eye-patch, and so far Paris hadn't bothered to ask. Since Ladon wore it all the time, he'd assumed it wasn't simply a fashion statement, and guessed he must have gotten into some sort of an accident recently that had cost him the eye. It was a point of interest for Paris, but he didn't think now was the time to demand the story.
"We could always wait for you to get the eye, unless you wanted to do it right away. Sunglasses might not be a good idea depending on what time of day you wanted to do this. It's going to take some time to prepare for this either way, so it might be a better idea to put it off until after. It's all up to you," he said, smiling at him teasingly. "This was your idea, after all."
And what a fabulous one it was. Already his mind was being inundated with possible wig choices and slight alterations to the uniforms they would be disguising themselves in. He'd worn the girl uniform at Meadowview plenty of times, but he'd never had any reason to don the one for Crystal. He was excited to see how it all turned out. He was sure they would look amazing.
"Doing something with bangs won't be a problem. My bangs fall in my face all the time, and I always look great. You should probably stick with a muted color for your hair, just so you don't stand out so much, so maybe red is a bad idea. A pale blond might be nice. Like mine," he said, fingering a few of his own curls while he thought. "And then a little make-up will take care of softening your face a bit more. Nothing too bold. We'll go for a more natural look for you."
He stopped a second time, looking Ladon up and down. "You'll be in a skirt, though, so your legs might be a problem. How do you feel about shaving?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2010 8:22 pm
He hadn't mentioned 'the eye' issue to most anyone. It had become the white elephant in the room. Most everyone he knew just knew that it was gone, and went missing during the time of the mass coma. He created a story for his parents, about getting it hurt in the panic of the coma and getting glass in his eye that tore it to pieces. Castor's ice fist had more or less been like that, even if the doctors were confused that they noticed no glass. For everyone else, they simple looked at the patch, felt bad, and didn't say much at all. He knew why. They felt bad for him, but he was unable to tell them to truth, so he said nothing at all. He didn't have to tell anyone it was gone because they knew, and that's all they had to know.
"I should be ready for all this by the end of the week. I'd just want to hide my eye even if I had the fake one….there is some scaring." It was his plan after all, and he was going in for his fitting a few days from now. He wondered what Paris would say about the fake eye, and hoped it wasn't noticeably fake - Like a doll eye next to the real deal, but then again, everyone would already know it was fake. There was no way in changing that.
Since he didn't want to talk about it, they moved on to something different but with it's own type of awkward and uncomfortable. "Shaving?" He inwardly squirmed at the idea. "I wear the Meadowview uniform and …I don't look like I need too.." He really didn't have any noticeable body hair. "… but if I have to so we can pull that off….I can do that." Guys bought razors all the time. Manly razors. No one would think anything about him buying one. They'd just wonder why a boy without a beard would want one.
There was bound to be a lot more awkward question from this point onward, and he knew he had to plow through them to get what he wanted. At the idea of being blonde, he looked at Paris' hair. "I guess we both could be blonde. They might think we're related." He smiled at that thought. "Sisters sneaking into the school or something like that. You are somewhat adopting me with all of this." He looked at Paris for a moment before giving a small smile. "I could call you Big Sis." Seeing as he was taking him under his wing and dolling him up. Wasn't that what big sisters did?
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Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2010 10:56 pm
"Yeah, but Meadowview is different," Paris insisted, smiling back, though much more playfully. "At Meadowview, you expect so see a guy wandering around campus with shorts, so there's leg hair everywhere, but if you're going to sneak into Crystal you're gonna have to be more careful. Trust me, you won't want to stick out in a situation like that." Talk about awkward. "If you're going to be showing your legs, you'll want to be as silky smooth as the day you were born."
It wasn't like shaving was bad. Paris did it all the time. And whatever he got rid of would grow back pretty quickly anyway.
"If you're going to do it, make sure you use shaving cream or something," he advised. "If you just use soap and water, you're going to risk cutting up your legs, and I don't think you want to walk around like that." He could wax, too, but something told him Ladon would be even less inclined to do that than he would be to shave.
"I guess I could keep my hair blond, too," he said at Ladon's comment. "I'd still have to do something to it, though. Oh, maybe I could straighten it! I haven't done that in a while, and it'll look different enough if I do. We'll need to buy shoes. I don't know if you'll be able to fit into any of mine. You could try, but mine are pretty small. Would you be okay wearing heels? If not, we can get you some flats. I know some places with some really cute ballet flats. And who says I'm the big sister? Aren't you older than I am? Not by much, but still... Although, I am taller than you."
Barely.
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Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2010 11:10 pm
It was good advice – once again. HE could imagine the mess he would do when he came to Crystal dressed as a girl with a million bandages on his legs because he wasn’t careful or knew about shaving crème. That would go on the shopping list of necessary things for the plan as well. He was NOT going to rain his mother's bathroom to get this stuff. That would be WAY too weird.
His eye trailed down to his legs, and he frowned. "A lot more work than I first thought." There were a lot of preparations for this sort of thing. Seeing as Paris was having fun with these ideas, he looked up and smiled. "But you know more about being a girl, so you're supposed to be the older sister, and you don't know how old I am anyways. It's not like I'm walking around with a driver's license." He didn't know how to drive at all.
"And I'd be okay with heels…Ah! Not that I ever wore any. Whatever shoes would work for a Crystal girl. I could make them work. It's not like I could wear stilettos or anything ridiculous like that." He forgot that explain he worse heels would be hard. They just came with his captain uniform. "Whatever works." He thought about all of this and looked around. "We should get started. We need wigs, and shoes, and the uniform." He was thinking of the entire list of what they needed. "And we can decide on the exact date and time to do this. You know how long make-up takes and all."
He gestured for Paris to lead the way. "We can also think of fake girl names. Well, at least for me. Paris just works for you, unless you want a new one. How about Petunia?"
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