Eridan looked in the mirror. The skirt that fit so well, the tube top that didn't cover his stomach, his hair, that he let grow out for years, now in pig tails, looked so wrong, especially because of what he had been taught, but it felt so.. so... so right. He smiled at his reflection, the clothes fit so well, perfect for his size, but one thing bothered him. He looked down and frowned, he could change his clothes, his personality, everything, except that small piece of flesh used for the male side of reproduction.

"Eridan!" his father's loud voice rang through the halls of the house, startling Eridan,"we need to leave! I'm not letting this deal go!"

He jumped, trying to change as quickly as he could, moving to the bathroom to fix his hair back to it's wavy glory, "Coming!" he yelled practically sprinting down the stairs, where his father waited, a cigarrette in his mouth, lit, unlike the one Cronus had, which remained unlit. Cronus, his brother, was a wannabee '50s greaser, who tried to make music. Emphasis on tried. The three got into a car, an old Model T, that his father couldn't let go of, despite it's awful milage and deteriorating paint job. Eridan was in the back, next to the guns. Which were necessary for his father's work, seeing as he was a hitman, something Eridan dreamed of being. That caused problems that time he had to write a paper on what he wanted to be when he grew up. The teacher was not happy, and neither was the administration.

The entire ride through, Eridan's father talked about how no one could know, don't blow cover, blah, blah, blah. After the first five minutes, hell probably not even that, Eridan started thinking about how right the skirt felt, how pretty he was in the mirror. He gave a small smile, he never felt right until that dare where Vriska made him wear a skirt (he still has it, not that he'd admit it). He was so wrapped up in his thoughts, he didn't notice they arrived. At the Peixes household, no less. It gave him some... interesting memories. Feferi, the youngest daughter, was his best friend, and old crush. Then she got a boyfriend, totally cut him off, and the rest is history. Painful, painful, history. And Kanaya still won't talk to him. That little bitch.

"Yo, ma, the old man is here, and the shit brought his kids!" Meenah called, looking at the old car, scowling when its owners came out.

"Shut the shell up!" her mother yelled back, "I gotta hangover!"

Unbeknownest to them, the "old man" and his kids heard this exchange, and Eridan's father pulled out a cigarette, mumbling something about how this better be worth it.

The door to the mansion opened, revealing a smiling empress of a baking empire, "Welcome, Dualscar, and you brought your kids."

"Couldn't leave 'em at the house," was Dualscar's simple reply.

"I'll have Meenah take care of them. We can get down to business whale they talk."

Meenah, who had heard her mother, led the younger Amporas upstairs, "Fef's gone, but you can use her room," she said, leaving Eridan to enter the room, "Cronus, you betta not do anyfin fishy. I would happily krill you."

"Vwhatevwer you say, babe," Cronus said, unlit cigarette still between his lips.

"Don't call me that," Meenah said, her back to Cronus, who had a sly smirk. Eridan rolled his eyes, the guy would get himself killed one day because of what he did.

Later...

Eridan heard a scream. He was pretty sure it came from Cronus, "I tried to wwarn you," he muttered. He looked back in the mirror, one of Feferi's dresses hung loosely on his body. She was bigger than he was, but that didn't stop him from trying it on. It looked good, and he smiled, even though it didn't fit him right. He looked down and frowned, that piece of flesh was still there, and he couldn't do anything about it. That's when he noticed tears were running down his face. He was cursed with this body he despised, and there was nothing he could do about it. He quickly wiped his face, taking off the dress and changing back into his clothes. He didn't know how long his dad's meeting would be, and he didn't want to be caught in a dress, his dad would disown him. Literally, he had warned them after he found out about Dave. Wait, Dave! Eridan pulled out his phone, quickly scrolling to Dave's contact, which he noticed he hadn't changed. He could do it later, he decided as he called.

"Davve can I talk to you?"

Q: so here's a second attempt at a multi-chap fic. This time humanstuck featuring MTF Eridan cause I kinda like it. I don't know, sometimes it's like cis guy Eridan, sometimes it's MTF Eridan. I just got the idea and now I'm rolling with it. Also, out of prompts for "prompted one shots" so if you want more of those please send in prompts. Ok I'm done rambling. Hope you like it