To say that Kurt was scared was an understatement. He was fucking terrified. He was in public in a dress. Again, he was in public, IN A DRESS.
It had all started when he went looking for some old boots in the attic. He had just gotten some new designer jeans and he was certain that his black studded leather boots were still in storage somewhere. It would be the perfect outfit to start sophomore year. Oh yes, heads would most certainly turn. He was sitting in the musky attic, rummaging through cardboard boxes when he had come across the box of his mom's old clothes. When he realized what it was, he'd completely forgotten about the boots and grabbed the box. He lugged it down the ladder and sat down in the dead center of the hallway to look through it. The first thing he pulled out was a turquoise blouse that was decorated with intricate beading. After marveling at it for a moment, he delicately set it aside and stuck his hand in again. He pulled out a bra and almost squeaked in surprise, dropping it quickly. On further inspection, Kurt realized it was one of his mom's old padded bras that she had worn after losing her breasts to cancer. It was a B-cup, plain, and it made Kurt a little uncomfortable to look at. He decided to move on. He pulled out a sun dress: white with a zip up bodice top and spaghetti straps. It was obvious that this was something from his mother's younger years that Burt had kept around for sentimental value. It was beautiful in Kurt's opinion. He had a thick, dark brown knitted waist belt that he'd bought on a whim that would look perfect with this.
Kurt stopped. What was he saying? Why would he even consider wearing something so…girly? It was a girl's dress. He was a boy. Sure he had blurred the lines a bit when it came to fashion before, but this was obviously a leap over the gender line. He set it aside. He pulled out some jeans that were pretty similar to his own pairs. A pair of white flats that had cute little bows at the top were at the bottom of the box and he set them beside the sun dress. Finally, he pulled out one of his mother's old wigs. It was long and curly, the same shade as his own short locks and it shone like real hair. Kurt could distinctly remember sitting on the bed while his mom sat at her vanity, grooming the wig to utmost perfection. Even without her faux-mane, she had always been stunning.
Kurt placed the wig on the floor and sighed, staring at his treasure. He knew that this wasn't right. He knew that the sight of women's clothing shouldn't spark any curiosity in him whatsoever, but he couldn't resist looking over the clothes again. It was odd. They were so beautiful and he actually felt himself getting a little excited about something other than moisturizer and Fashion Week.
Kurt stood up, leaving the clothes in the middle of the hallway. He hurried down the stairs into the living room and glanced out the window to make sure that the driveway was still empty before returning to the hallway. As he stared at the stuff, a devil and an angel appeared on each shoulder.
Don't do it, Kurt. You are a boy. Dresses are for girls. It isn't right.
Who cares? Gender is a choice, not a life sentence. You wanna wear the dress? Wear the dress.
God made Adam and Eve not Adam and St-
"I know." Kurt sighed, interrupting his own internal conflict. If he got caught, he didn't even want to think about what would happen. He'd get the crap kicked out of him. Everybody would know and he'd be publicly humiliated, and then his dad would know. His dad, who didn't even know he was gay. Wouldn't that be the way to come out. On the other hand, if he didn't get it out of his system now, it would nag at him and maybe even manifest itself into something bigger. Yes, it would be safer to do it during the summer before school started. Get it over with quick and easy.
Right smack in the middle of the hallway, Kurt dropped his jeans and ran a hand down his bare legs, glad that he had decided to shave them the night before. He wasn't one for body hair, preferring to keep his body clean shaven and smooth just in case a magic fairy ever decided to grant his wish of having a jock in his bed. Kurt tugged off his shirt and then kicked off his shoes and socks so that he was naked other than his boxers. The boy carefully picked up the dress and unzipped the front before awkwardly pulling it over his head. It slit on easily to his petite frame and hugged his flat stomach. However, where breasts should have filled up the bodice, there was emptiness that made the dress cave in and push forward uncomfortably. He eyed the padded bra lying on the floor and hesitated before slipping the straps off of his shoulders. The bra was then wrapped around his diaphragm. Eventually, trying to hook it from behind became too difficult and frustrating so Kurt turned it around and hooked it from the front. It was twisted. He tried again. It was backwards. Third time's the charm. Finally he managed to hook it properly and spin it around. He slipped the straps up onto his shoulders and made a face at the odd sensation of having boobs. Was this how amputees with fake legs and hands felt like? Probably not. He pulled the dress back up, satisfied to see that the bodice fit much better with his new breasts. Curiously, he walked into the bathroom and stared at himself in the full length mirror. The hem of his boxers peeked out from the bottom of the dress, which fell a few inches above his knees, so he removed those as well. Oddly enough, he actually liked what he saw. Feeling a boost of inspiration coming on, he stepped out of the bathroom and peered at the wig curiously. He had plenty of makeup in his room…
Before he knew it he was sitting on the lid of the toilet, meticulously applying eyeliner to his lids. He had gone with a subtle light brown, knowing that black would be too harsh for the sweet white dress he was wearing. He had a neutral colored eye shadow on and he'd allowed foundation and powder as well, not that he really needed it. Finally, he applied some mascara and a clear coating of lip gloss. He stood back to admire his handy work and smiled at himself, even going as far as to blow a kiss at his reflection. Gotta love narcissism. The long wig had been attached to his head so securely that even a Black Friday clothing grab couldn't make it come off. He had carefully selected a white bow clip from his hope chest, something that he had found at a garage sale in a big basket of hair accessories, and had seen as future fashion potential. It now was snugly locked in his wig, commenting the bows on the white flats that had miraculously managed to fit. For once, he was thankful for his petite figure. He stepped back and took a moment to marvel at himself in the mirror. He looked beautiful. Gender twist Pinocchio. He was a real girl.
I dare you to go out in public like that.
"What?" Kurt murmured to himself. It wasn't a matter of being able to, but was he willing? A shiver went through his body and he quickly did some mental math. His dad wouldn't be home until eight or nine. He could go get lunch at Breadstix and maybe stop at the mall and be back in time to take all of this stuff off, hide it, and start dinner. He looked into the mirror again. Nobody would recognize him. He hardly recognized himself. He repeated that in his head as he walked into his bedroom and hid the rest of the box's contents in the back of his closet. He repeated that to himself as he selected a handbag from his closet and filled it with all of his stuff. He repeated that to himself as he got in his Navigator and pulled out of the driveway, heading over to Breadstix.
