Office Romance
Summary: "I work Monday through Wednesday, off Thursday, work Friday and I'm off Saturday and Sunday...from the waist up...I'm all work." Heero quirked a brow and turned to his new assistant as he laid out his 'ground rules'. "And what are you from the waist down?" Duo smirked, "We aren't that close yet."
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing
Pairing: Heero/Duo
Genre: Romance/Humor/Drama
Rated: M
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My name is Duo Maxwell, I'm eighteen years old and a cross dresser. Yeah, soak it in, soak it in! Now, let me explain my situation if you've got your opinions of me off your chest.
When I was sixteen, Sister Helen, this nun who had been taking care of me since I was nine died in a car accident; she had apparently made plans for me to go to this woman's house if something were to happen to her. Lady Une was her name; a Madam of a pristine all girl's academy. Are any of you starting to put this together, or do I need to keep going? ...right, so keep going. Well, when I met the lady, she immediately went at me like a vulture. She was circling me, and poking at me with her pointy piece of shit stick that she carried with her. I was whacked on the head with the damn thing about six times before she walked off and demanded a maid's presence. Honestly, what the hell had Sister Helen been thinking!?
In a week, I was transformed into a nice young lady...HA! She likes to think so. Lady Une wouldn't have any improper boys living in her house, so I was enrolled into her Academy for Young Ladies of High Aptitude. Personal opinion, their high aptitude...wasn't so high. Again, that's just a personal opinion. So, hopefully you guys can understand why I'm cross-dressing. It isn't a willing pastime, I promise you, it's an I-Don't-Have-A-Damn-Choice pastime...unwilling participant here!
I've been attending this damn academy for two years now, and sadly, I...a GUY...am the top student at an all-girl Academy. Tell me that that isn't ironic as hell!
"Duo!"
Ah, her majesty calls! I stand and brush my skirt so that no wrinkles show. Walking out of my room in a graceful stride, I walk down the spiraling staircase and stop in front of the strict Mistress of the house. "Yes, Lady Une," I bowed my head ever so slightly and curtsied. Fuck, this lady had me trained like a damn dog, but it was well worth it if it meant I avoided the wrath of her stupid pointer stick.
"You are eighteen now. I would like for you to go out and obtain some work experience. I won't be able to take care of you forever, and after college, I'd like to have the confidence that you'll be well capable of caring for yourself. Now, you know well enough your chores around the house, do you not?"
"Of course, Lady Une."
"If you are capable of the feat, try to find a job that fits around your schedule at home. Am I understood?"
"...yes, I understand."
"Very well, you have till this coming Monday. If you haven't gotten a job by then, I'll consider it a lost cause."
Really!? Seriously, lady...you are obviously trying to run me into the ground by no less than six feet! "...yes, Lady Une."
"That is all,"
"Um...Lady Une, might I be able to dress accordingly to my masculinity while at work?"
A cold glare crossed her features and immediately, I was wishing to rewind and take back that question.
"In this household, you are not of the Masculine gender...if while outside of this house, you are dressed in such a manner, then so be it, but do not step foot in anything less than the feminine attire you are provided. Am I understood!"
It takes a lot not to flinch back from her authoritative tone. "Yes, Lady Une...perfectly."
"...very well, take your leave."
I once more curtsied for the malevolent witch and left with a confident stride as I headed to my destination. A-K-A...my room; I had to grab clothes, pack them away into a bag, and leave dressed as the young lady I wasn't. I'd end up having to dress in a public restroom or something, but which stall was I going to go into, lady or gents...I could go into the ladies and just leave with my hair down, much like it was now. It was just feminine enough that even if I was dressed in a tux or suit, I could look like a lady with my head bowed a bit to hide my face from pedestrians. I decided on that option and grabbed a pair of black pants and a white button up dress shirt. Black square toe Italian dress shoes and a black tie, I didn't bother with a black suit jacket as I made sure the clothes were neatly folded and placed in a back pack with the shoes.
Now the question of where to start job hunting...
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Me: I've been reading Duo/Heero fics lately, I couldn't stop myself from writing this, it's been pressing dangerously at my mind and I was starting to get a headache, lol. Anyways, tell me what you think! LOVE YOU GUYS!
