Takeru's Secret
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon. If I did, the show certainly wouldn't be classed as a children's show. I don't own Garbage, or any of their songs, but I would proudly admit if I did. Their songs rock!
A/N: Okay, I've read a ton of fics about Yama crossdressing, and Davis, hell I've even read a couple about Ken and Tai, but I've yet to come across a fic where T.K. crossdresses, but I stole my friend Dave's walkman and I was listening to it in History, and the song just totally fit T.K. So here it is. My first serious T.K orientated somewhat angsty story.
Prologue
It was a nice day. The kind of day when little boys were out playing in the sandpits and little girls were going shopping with their mothers. It was the kind of day when it was impossible to get lost, because bad things just didn't happen. It was one of those days when everything went perfect for everyone.
Takeru looked around, and hesitantly reached out to touch the dress. It was smooth and slipped through his fingers like… well he didn't know what it was like, but it was nice. Takeru smiled, it was pretty, a sort of bluey colour, cute. He'd done this before, looking at dresses. Matt had been with him. The older boy had told him it was wrong, that only girls liked looking at dresses. At the time he'd been running his hand along a very pretty pink dress.
"Would you like to try that on dear?" An elderly voice enquired
Takeru looked up at the old saleswoman and guiltily dropped the dress, trying to look as if he hadn't been looking at it. The woman laughed,
"It's a lovely make, I brought one just like that for my granddaughter. She's a blond, like you dear, same colouring and everything. You'd have to be about the same age, how old are you dear?"
"S..seven," Takeru stuttered.
The woman smiled, "Your very brave being here all alone. Where's your mommy?"
Takeru didn't have a clue where his mother was, so he did the only thing he could in that permission, he lied, "She's just over there looking for my birthday present."
The woman smiled, nodded, and quickly grabbed the dress,
"Now dear, you come try this dress on, and if it looks good your mother can buy it for you for your birthday."
Takeru blushed and bashfully followed the woman to the change room.
~~~
It was strange wearing a dress. The material felt silky against his skin, but he felt sort of… naked without any pants. He spun and the skirt of the dress flared out. He grinned, and looked in the mirror on the door. It was a mean thought that occurred to him then, but certainly a true one, 'I look better in a dress the Hikari ever did.'
With that thought in mind he stepped out, still feeling a little underdressed. The saleslady beamed,
"Oh you look absolutely gorgeous. Your mother must be so pleased to have such a beautiful daughter…"
Takerus world stopped still, 'She thinks I'm I girl? She thought I was a girl… That's why she was so nice to me!'
Takeru smiled, "Yeah, she's always saying how great it is to have a daughter." He invented. He allowed himself an inner smirk, he was getting rather good with this whole being economical with the truth deal.
Suddenly Nancy looked over, back from wherever she'd been, and Takeru felt the colour drain from his face, 'She going to kill me….' He thought, unable to look away from his mother. Instead Nancy smiled wistfully and he heard her remark,
"I wish I had a daughter." And then she had disappeared again, same as always when he went shopping with her.
"I'd better go, my mommies taking me for an ice cream." Takeru fibbed inventing an excuse to return to the change room.
The elderly lady smiled benevolently, "I don't know what she's thinking, with a figure like yours you'll want to be careful what you eat. Girls aren't like boys you know. We have to watch what we eat."
Takeru laughed nervously, "Of course." He agreed and then as fast as possible went to the change room, on a whim he questioned the price of the dress,
"$25 sweetling, you tell your mother that okay?"
Takeru promised that he would and ran out of the store. None of the milling crowd even gave him a second glance, after all, he was only a somewhat feminine looking boy. It was pretty girls people liked to look at.
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon. If I did, the show certainly wouldn't be classed as a children's show. I don't own Garbage, or any of their songs, but I would proudly admit if I did. Their songs rock!
A/N: Okay, I've read a ton of fics about Yama crossdressing, and Davis, hell I've even read a couple about Ken and Tai, but I've yet to come across a fic where T.K. crossdresses, but I stole my friend Dave's walkman and I was listening to it in History, and the song just totally fit T.K. So here it is. My first serious T.K orientated somewhat angsty story.
Prologue
It was a nice day. The kind of day when little boys were out playing in the sandpits and little girls were going shopping with their mothers. It was the kind of day when it was impossible to get lost, because bad things just didn't happen. It was one of those days when everything went perfect for everyone.
Takeru looked around, and hesitantly reached out to touch the dress. It was smooth and slipped through his fingers like… well he didn't know what it was like, but it was nice. Takeru smiled, it was pretty, a sort of bluey colour, cute. He'd done this before, looking at dresses. Matt had been with him. The older boy had told him it was wrong, that only girls liked looking at dresses. At the time he'd been running his hand along a very pretty pink dress.
"Would you like to try that on dear?" An elderly voice enquired
Takeru looked up at the old saleswoman and guiltily dropped the dress, trying to look as if he hadn't been looking at it. The woman laughed,
"It's a lovely make, I brought one just like that for my granddaughter. She's a blond, like you dear, same colouring and everything. You'd have to be about the same age, how old are you dear?"
"S..seven," Takeru stuttered.
The woman smiled, "Your very brave being here all alone. Where's your mommy?"
Takeru didn't have a clue where his mother was, so he did the only thing he could in that permission, he lied, "She's just over there looking for my birthday present."
The woman smiled, nodded, and quickly grabbed the dress,
"Now dear, you come try this dress on, and if it looks good your mother can buy it for you for your birthday."
Takeru blushed and bashfully followed the woman to the change room.
~~~
It was strange wearing a dress. The material felt silky against his skin, but he felt sort of… naked without any pants. He spun and the skirt of the dress flared out. He grinned, and looked in the mirror on the door. It was a mean thought that occurred to him then, but certainly a true one, 'I look better in a dress the Hikari ever did.'
With that thought in mind he stepped out, still feeling a little underdressed. The saleslady beamed,
"Oh you look absolutely gorgeous. Your mother must be so pleased to have such a beautiful daughter…"
Takerus world stopped still, 'She thinks I'm I girl? She thought I was a girl… That's why she was so nice to me!'
Takeru smiled, "Yeah, she's always saying how great it is to have a daughter." He invented. He allowed himself an inner smirk, he was getting rather good with this whole being economical with the truth deal.
Suddenly Nancy looked over, back from wherever she'd been, and Takeru felt the colour drain from his face, 'She going to kill me….' He thought, unable to look away from his mother. Instead Nancy smiled wistfully and he heard her remark,
"I wish I had a daughter." And then she had disappeared again, same as always when he went shopping with her.
"I'd better go, my mommies taking me for an ice cream." Takeru fibbed inventing an excuse to return to the change room.
The elderly lady smiled benevolently, "I don't know what she's thinking, with a figure like yours you'll want to be careful what you eat. Girls aren't like boys you know. We have to watch what we eat."
Takeru laughed nervously, "Of course." He agreed and then as fast as possible went to the change room, on a whim he questioned the price of the dress,
"$25 sweetling, you tell your mother that okay?"
Takeru promised that he would and ran out of the store. None of the milling crowd even gave him a second glance, after all, he was only a somewhat feminine looking boy. It was pretty girls people liked to look at.