Wondering down the dark, empty streets of Venice, my mind was on Scipio's party. The only reason I was alone outside. For the most part, everybody was there and those that weren't were ashamed to show their faces.

I didn't get to enjoy the dolce vita, but whoever really wanted to was mental in the brain. They were stuck-up snobs… except Scipio. He was forced and (from what I've seen) abused into it. Hence, he's the only one that doesn't fall into the category. I wouldn't make him do anything he didn't want to, but then I'd never have a chance.

That depressing thought stopped me dead in my tracts. Why shouldn't I get the opportunity to try to get who I love? Sure, we're both boys, but I still love him. Scipio's kind, listens to my musings, helps me with the shopping, and never laughs at my musing or stops me. Was it possible that he liked me too? No, impossible. However, I was going to the dance. To get my chance.

We'd already made plans, me and Victor (he found out about my crush during a sob session that he walked in on). That's where I was headed, to get girlified.

Slipping into Victor's place through his window, I sprinted to his bedroom.

"Are you sure about this, Prop? I'm good with disguises, but this is a little out there." He whispered.

"I'm positive. I have to try!"

"Okay," Victor pulled out the dress he had for me, "I'm not singing though."

His comment didn't even register in my mind. The gown was beautiful! Made of some silky fabric that flowed to the ground like a dull purple waterfall. The skirt had a see through purple material over it that was split down the center. Along the neckline and seams of the split was purple beading in the shape of flowers.

"Wow." I whispered.

"I know it's not very good, but it's the best I could find."

"It's perfect!"

"Did you get the wig?"

"Yeah." I pulled out a blonde wig out of my bag that would fall to the small of my back. It had been nicked from a store.

"Good. I got make-up and the…um…filling." He was blushing like mad, but I couldn't exactly blame him for I was too.

Slowly I sighed, "Let's get me girly."