“Aizen chaaaan,” Gin moaned from behind the dressing room door, “do I really gotta wear this?”
“Now, now Gin, you lost the wager.”
Gin gave another exasperated sigh. He had lost a bet the other day that now had him in quite a predicament.
“Alright, but ya gotta promise not ta laugh.”
“Very well.”
The door then slowly creaked open to reveal Gin, modeling a very Misa Amane style dress with an expression of extreme distaste as Aizen tried to restrain his laughter. Gin was not amused.
“It’s a bit much...”
“I think it suits you Gin. Rather becoming I must say.”
“I'd rather 'ave the maid outfit...”
“Suit yourself. You're the one who's going to have to wear it for three days.”
Gin growled in frustration as Aizen held out the maid attire on a hanger on his index finger as he stood leaning against the wall of the department store. Gin snatched it off him quickly and slammed the door to the fitting room before anybody else could see him in the Misa dress. If only he hadn't made that stupid wager about Grimmjow he wouldn't be in this mess...
“What about this one Gin?” Aizen questioned, holding out a long length white floaty dress and smirking his signature grin. How he liked to watch Ichimaru squirm.
“Yer enjoyin' this aren't ya?”
“Now whatever makes you say that Gin?”
Gin growled in annoyance again. Cursing as he attempted to pull on the garment that had just been handed to him.
“No! I aint wearin' the Monroe one!”
“Oh, but don't you want to look sexy Gin?” Aizen then added, in one of the sultriest tones imaginable. “And I picked you out some matching heels as well...”
Gin cursed to himself again, Aizen was being sarcastic.
“Alright fine, if ya want me ta wear it tha' much we'll get both of 'em but I sure hell aint wearin' that Misa dress!”
Aizen just smirked again as he handed over his credit card to the cashier, who was now giving Gin a really filthy look. Gin just glared daggers as Aizen took the bag from him.
“Thank you.”
And with that Aizen left the department store, shortly followed by Gin in his new French maid outfit. Complete with heels and a feather duster.
............
The next day after waking up Gin decided that he might as well wear the Monroe dress that Aizen had picked out for him. It was day one, and Gin thought that he might as well get the worst of the dresses out of the way. So he grudgingly pulled it on and slipped into the pair of white stiletto heels and stepped out into the kitchen, supposedly ready to face the victor of the little bet they had made.
“Ah, good morning Gin.” Aizen greeted him with the straightest of faces. Acting like it was a normal day as he sat with his newspaper at the breakfast table. Gin sighed; this was going to one hell of a long day.
“Mornin'.”
“I have another assignment for you.”
“What is it?”
“You are to go to this address, you will receive further instructions when you arrive.”
“Is this some kinda joke?”
“No, I'm quite serious. Oh, and you will have to walk.”
“In these heels? Yer jokin'!”
“Need I remind you exactly who lost the wager?” How Aizen loved to rub it in.
Gin snatched the paper that Aizen had slid across the table to him and reluctantly made his way out of the front door and out into the street.
............
It was a sunny day, a day much like any other. Except for the fact that Gin felt utterly ridiculous as he marched down the street to the address he had been given. He couldn't believe this. Not only did he have to wear a dress, but now he had to go walking down the street in it. Saying that Gin was not amused would have been an understatement.
He was currently walking down Pentonville Road when he very nearly jumped out of his skin as a car full of juvenile delinquents [these being his stalker fangirls] drove past, honking
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