Break outta that Shell, Babe
Dante Fanfic
A/N Hello there again, here's one of my latest works about the timid and shy personality type. I figured that a lot of girls weren't like the female I portrayed in the 'My Devil' series and one comment I had agreed with me. So if you're the smart, quiet, gamer type, I hope this one's for you. Fill in your name or an OCs name when the blanks appear. Read and see what happens with you and that badass devil.
Disclaimer: Dante belongs to Capcom
Chapter 1: The Bookworm
"Ladies and Gentlemen, the library will be closing in five minutes." The librarian announced in a quiet tone.
Many people stood up from their table s with their books and departed, until there was only one woman left. You were always quiet and shy, never really talking to people unless you're spoken to, and that wasn't frequent. Your daily routine consisted of waking up every morning at 8:00am, showering, eating breakfast, combing your hair, putting on much less revealing apparel, and reading.
But you were the librarian's favorite. She would always let you stay and read until she had to leave. She admired your thirst for knowledge and you two developed a friendship. As you walked back to your house, the librarian recommended that you read this one romance novel. You weren't really into romances, but since she'd recommended it, it must be good.
Some of your friends from high school came to visit you that day, finding you in your usual position, with your nose stuck in a book.
"Hey, girlie!" She greeted, coming in the door with three more of your friends.
"Hi." You greeted back, huddled up in a small ball, reading the first few chapters of that romance novel.
"Why don't you come to the mall with us tonight?"
As much as you really wanted to, you felt that you'd slow them down on their adventures or become the third wheel in the group.
"But, I had a rough day and I just wanna stay home." you sighed in a whining manner.
"Well, okay. But… you never come anywhere with us."
"I do so."
"When were you out with us last, huh?"
You stood silent, thinking about the last time you hung out with your friends. You found this process harder than you thought.
"See? The last time we hung out was after graduation. You need to live a little, hun. Ever since that boy in school rejected you, you were never the same." She frowned and headed for the front door.
"See you."
She was right though. Rejection did something to you. It stopped you from speaking with boys completely. You barely spoke to any since, unless they spoke to you. And the ones that did catch your eye, you were afraid to talk to because you didn't want to feel rejection again. It was just too painful. As you sat alone in your home, you found relaxation in either reading or playing videogames. But instead, you sat there, a tear flowing down your cheek. You stood up and wiped the tear from your cheek and got dressed quickly, fixing your hair and running out your front door before your friends departed.
"Wait!" You called, closing the front door back
Your friends stopped and looked at you outside of their truck. "You decided to tag along, huh?" She smiled, giving you a big hug.
You nodded, smiling and picking your fingers.
"No no no, honey. You're not going anywhere dressed like that!"
You wore loose fitting jeans and your favorite long sleeved shirt. You practically hid your cute little figure and didn't show any cleavage.
"But, this is my favorite shirt."
"_, every time you go to the mall, you need to look your hottest. And at night is when all the hot ones come out." She smiled.
"But…"
"Come on, girl. You gotta show off those lovely lady lumps. Now sing it with me… my hump my hump my hump my lovely little lumps. Check it out." She sang, shaking her hips back and fourth then taking your hands and bringing you back to your room.
Your other girl friends followed, singing along. But you just smiled and blushed as they sang to you.
"Okay, we need to find something to bring out your figure. You need to 'wow' the boys if you want to find the 'one'. Dressing like that will only tell them you're a lesbian or you're not interesting at all. I'm sorry, but that's how it is these days."
You didn't mind dressing up but it wasn't your style to be this way everyday like some of your friends.
"Then, we don't wanna make you look like a slut. So you either show your legs and no cleavage or a little cleavage and no legs."
Two of your friends went through your wardrobe, finding a few cute pieces for you to wear while the other two looked for the right shades of make up for you to wear.
"Here, put this on. We wanna reel in a big one tonight."
They handed you some cute black skinny jeans and a red low cut halter top with a black half denim jacket that was hidden away in the furthest part of your closet.
"Red and black are the colors of seduction. It's an eye catcher."
"I'll wear it only if I'm allowed to wear my favorite boots."
"Yes…you can wear them. They'd look okay with the outfit."
You agreed and went to the bathroom to change into the outfit.
"Come on, girl. We don't have all night. We still gotta do your hair and makeup."
"Okay, okay. I'm coming." You say, opening the bathroom door and stepping out.
"LOOK AT YOU! You look AMAZING!" They clapped.
You blushed, and played in your hair, "Really?"
"Hell yeah! You HAVE to see yourself after we're done with your hair and makeup."
You smiled and nodded, sitting on your bed as they got to work. After ten minutes, they took you to a full body mirror.
"Don't you just look spiffy? Look at that cute little ass you got."
"Wow. Oh my God." You smiled, checking out your figure. You haven't looked in a mirror to study your body for a while. It was like you were a brand new person. And the clothes weren't as uncomfortable as you thought they'd be.
"Girls… it's time for a night out. Let's roll."
You smiled and walked shyly out the door with them.
"Is that your cat walk? C'mon sweetheart, loosen those hips, and bounce those glorious boobies. We're goin' man huntin' and you're not gonna get one walking like that."
You tried as she said, completely overdoing it.
"Oh boy. Well… uh… try not to over-think it. When you're around the boys, you'll know what to do. It's a feminine instinct."
You laughed and nodded, entering the truck, ready for something you haven't had in a long time… a night out with the girls.