Title- Clothes

Summary- Cross-dressing sucks. Toad learned this the hard way.

Words- 387

Inspiration- It was just the first thing that popped into my head.

Notes- Okay, so Toadette is Toad's roommate in this series. And she works at One-Up Café.

I had so much fun with this, so by all means, expect more!

Toad sighed, staring at the ground in defeat. How had it come to this. . . ? Currently, he was wearing a pink and white hat, a red vest, and a hot pink dress. Oh, and not to mention a diaper. (Not that he needed it, mind you.)

He walked to the counter and made another caramel mocha ("On the double," just as the sassy red-head had insisted. She probably had somewhere to be, considering those goggles. . . and those boxes of pizza. . . damn, he was hungry.)

How had Toadette talked him into this again?

Oh, right—the puppy eyes. Dammit.

Yes, Toad's girly, albeit a tad crazy, roommate had talked him into yet another one of her insanely silly ideas. This time the idea just so happened to be "trade outfits and no one will ever be able to tell the difference". Sure, it had seemed legit at the time. . .

But now he was seriously beginning to regret this decision. The hat was too heavy, the dress was just too much fabric, Toadette's shoes were a size too small, and not to mention all of this pink!

Thank the Mushroom King nobody knew this was him, or else he would be mortified.

"Morning, Toadette!" an all-too familiar voice called out.

Toad hated his life. Hardly looking up from the counter, he muttered a, "Good morning, Yoshi," in his best Toadette voice.

Yoshi stopped at the counter, eying him oddly, before saying, rather bluntly, "Toad. . . why are you wearing Toadette's clothes?"

Toad felt himself sweat. Damn, this stupid dress! "Wh-what are you talking about?" he said, his voice faltering with each word. "It's me, Toadette! I-I'm just. . . in a bad mood, because. . .—"

"You don't have to explain," said Yoshi, shrugging. He smirked deviously. "The hatred in your eyes says enough."

Toad turned so pink he almost blended in with his clothing. So that's how he had known? Was Toad really that transparent, or—

"Now make me a vanilla bean latte with extra whipped cream and chocolate drizzle. And make it snappy!"

Why that rotten dinosaur!