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!b0vpMZLBb6 10/26/11(Wed)20:34 No.16747334>>What a dissapointment. You can't even withstand that test of masculinity?
>...What?
>>Only the truly secure and masculine would have no worries about securing their citizenship, even if it meant cross-dressing.
>...
>>After all, such doubts and the like are only signs of your doubts in your manly qualities.
>...
>>Besides, you're already rich. We have to act it, too, or else you're just an urchin with a large windfall.
>I...
>>... There'll be free food.
>FINE! If it'll shut you up, you damned blade. Now, how do I put this on again?
In about ten minutes, with careful instructions given to you by the shopkeep who you bought the dress and outfit from, she has it on. It's...
"Poofy."
Yes. Poofy. It's a large, ball gown. Deep, rusty red, with a small ruby set right between where her breasts would be, were she a bit older. A neckline that ends under her jaw. Long sleeves, and elbow gloves. Good shoes and stockings, too, with a proper garter belt.
<<I daresay you look like a proper lady. Almost.>>
"...Thanks." Dio mutters angrily. |