Chapter One

"Cloud… The mail came…"

Cloud looked up from his position on the couch and searched his lovers face inquisitively. "Why don't you sound happy? A magazine subscription get cancelled?"

Squall shook his head and sat up on the counter. "Um… Well, my parents invited us to the hotel for Christmas…"

"Why is that bad? It's a friggin' five star hotel!"

Squall nodded slowly, frowning. "Yeah, but… They don't know you're a guy."

Cloud raised an eyebrow. "They don't."

"No, because if they found out I was gay… God… They would disown me."

"No, they wouldn't."

Squall laughed bitterly. "You see how the paparazzi chase Paris Hilton?" When Cloud nodded, Squall continued, his voice derisive. "If they found I was gay it would be a firestorm of cameras and you would be caught up in it. You'll still get a little as my girlfriend, but as a guy… Cloud, I don't want you to be subjected to any of that. It's hell."

Cloud smiled. "Thank you for being so sweet, but you said girlfriend. You know I don't cross-dress. I don't like women, why would I want to dress like one?"

Squall seemed to earnestly think about this and then grinned. "Because we can have fantastically kinky sex in one of the hotel rooms."

Cloud laughed. "I love you, Squall."

"Love you, too. All right. We're going out."

"Why?"

Squall smirked. "We're going to visit some friends."

"Squall… I feel silly. Do I have to come out?"

Squall was sitting on the bench outside of the dressing rooms and spoke softly. "Yes. I won't laugh. I swear."

Cloud stepped out of the dressing room, his face flushed with a hot blush. "Squall…" he whined, trying to cover his shame. The blonde was wearing a wig that fell around his shoulders in curls, and one of his friends, Tifa Lockhart, had done his makeup. Another friend, Zack Trepe, who worked at movie sets, had fit Cloud with fake breasts and commented on how when he was in Chicago, could he please put in a good word with few of the local boys?

The pair was trying on clothes now, and Squall had managed to get Cloud into a moderately short skirt and a tight black shirt. Squall whistled. "Aren't you a sexy little beast?"

Cloud groaned. "God… Let's pay for these clothes and get the hell out of Beverly Hills…"

Don't worry, the chapter's will get longer. This is just an introductory chapter. I thought of this a while ago and finally went through with it.