Hopefully this thing is a hit and I'm NOT just BS-in myself. Here's the newest chapter… Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to HTF.
Lammy's POV
Me and Flaky ended up spending the whole day just talking and laughing with each other, occasionally taking a break to fill our stomachs or appease our appetites.
I was actually quite surprised by how much Flaky opened up as the hours passed with how much we talked to each other, and I finally felt that I was getting to know the shy tom-boy a lot more.
The majority of what we talked about was mostly our likes and several speeches, debates and rambling of why we liked what we liked. But we mostly just stuck to the basics, such as favorite movies, books, games and the such.
I learned that her favorite kind of movies is comedies, ranging from black and white, to the eighties and nineties.(I made a mental note to at least but a couple of comedies on stand by just for future purposes should something like this happen again.) And that her favorite genre of literature was both mysteries, sci-fi, and fantasies. All the while I told her how my favorite movies were usually history films and bad movies for a good laugh and that my favorite books were usually centered on romance novels and the such.
In the beginning she was quite nervous, and a bit uncomfortable, though I knew it was because of the still new environment around her. She tried to hide this fact from me, but she didn't even need to try for me to know that my certain taste in design is probably not her norm.
"Hey Lammy?" She asked suddenly.
"Yes?"
"I'm sorta craving something sweet." She said timidly, blushing a little. I just smiled.
"I got just the thing! Come on and follow me to the kitchen." I said, getting up from the couch; I didn't even need to look behind me to know that Flaky was following my lead.
Opening my freezer I pulled out a moderately sized tub of a special chocolate ice-cream I had for a little bit that I was saving for a special occasion.
"What's that? I don't think I've ever seen that particular flavor of ice-cream before." Flaky said, looking intently at the label.
I just smiled at her.
"That's because it's a special ice-cream; it's sort of like a special edition of an ice-cream flavor that I just happened to buy at the right time." I explained, placing the tub on the counter, this time opening the fridge to pull out some milk.
"Oh, uhm… You mentioned before that you were allergic to nuts, but how about milk? You're not lactose intolerant are you?" I asked, hoping that the answer was no.
I almost sighed in relief when she shook her head no, her hair swishing around, jarring some of her berets loose making her hair look spikier.
"Good! Because this kind of ice cream is like an ice cream version of hot chocolate mix. You just heat up some milk, or water depending on your preferences and in the ice-cream and it melts very quickly, mixing itself into a hot chocolate and cooling down to the perfect drinking temperature." I explained the usage of the ice cream, and started up with heating up the milk on the stove top.
I couldn't resist the small smile on my face when I saw Flaky's face lighten up in both wonder and excitement over this special treat.
"That sounds great! How come I've never heard of this ice cream?" Flaky asked, picking up the tub examining it, like she was trying to study the brand to see if she's ever seen it before.
"It's actually a very underground brand, and a bit pricey depending on where you buy it. It's actually very rare to find it in regular grocery stores, thankfully I was lucky to find it at the store a couple of days ago for a reasonable price." I explained.
"W-was it really that pricey? Ohh… I don't want to use up your ice cream if it's that big a treat." Flaky said nervously, putting down the tub and twiddling with her fingers again.
"Oh no! It's no big deal. I was actually planning on using it today anyway, though I had hoped to share it with more people, but I suppose for now, two people is just enough to make it last." I said hurriedly, hoping that I wasn't making Flaky feel unnecessarily guilty.
"A-a-are you..?"
"Positive!" I said quickly, already knowing the question she was going to ask.
In almost no time at all, the milk had heated up nicely and I pulled out an ice-cream scooper(though I made sure that it was a harmless, dull plastic so as not to cause any accidents) and pulled out two giant mugs for the milk. Carefully pouring the hot milk in each cup, I scoop out two giant scoops for each cup. The ice-cream had started to melt quickly, and I handed one of the mugs to Flaky smiling.
Smiling shyly, she took the cup and started to sip it.
"Wait Flaky! It's still..!" I tried to tell her that she was drinking it too soon since the ice cream was still melting, but it was too late, and she took the first sip and nearly cried out from the burning hot milk that had yet to cool down from the ice-cream yet.
Thing were made even worse when because of Flaky's cry, she accidentally dropped her mug, spilling its contents all over her, making her cry out in pain even louder.
"Flaky!" I cried, rushing over to her side, worried beyond all hell now seeing some steam emanate from where the hot milk and ice-cream spilt on her. The ice-cream had melted at his point now, smearing itself all over where the milk had spilled on her.
"Flaky! Please tell me you're alright!" I asked worriedly, trying to look her over, but no visible part of her skin was showing where the milk had spilt on her, but there was an awfully giant stain forming from the base of her sweater's chest all the way down to the legs of her pants.
Flaky was just sniffling, several tears rolling from her face.
Without think I pulled down the collar of both her sweater and tank top down to where the milk was spilt and was quickly slapped away with another cry from Flaky. I staggered back in shock, looking back at Flaky with mild shock. Flaky was shaking covering her chest shaking several tears welling in her eyes and her lip quivering.
"I'm so sorry Flaky! But I had to make sure that you weren't horribly burned or scalded." I tried to explain, risking a step closer to her.
"I-i-i-is it... I m-m-mean…" Flaky started to say, but couldn't seem to form the right words.
I finally allowed myself to sigh in momentarily relief.
"No. You seem fine, you skin just looks a little pink from being heated a little, but I don't think you were burned. Thankfully I think the ice-cream managed to cool it down last second when it was spilt." I explained, but looking at her clothes again I let out another sigh. "But I think your clothes took the biggest damage from that spill." I said ruefully, she just looked down tentatively at her clothes.
"I-it's no big d-deal… I can just wash it when I get home." She said pulling the front of the sweater out, examining it.
"What?! And risk the stain setting in?" I said a gasp on just how calm Flaky was taking the news of her clothes running the risk of being stained and ruined.
"I can get it out. I've dealt with worse stains before, besides, it's not that big a loss to me." Flaky said rubbing the back of her head; her tears seemed to have dried up.
Not a big loss? She was going to lose a perfectly good outfit(well in her arsenal that is) to where, and she says it's not a big deal? Is that how all tom-boys feel about their clothes?
"Oh no, no, no, no, no… I am not letting you risk your clothes like this." I said in a finalized tone; then grabbing her hand I started dragging her to my bedroom. I felt her stumble a little, trying to keep in pace with me.
"Wh-wha… Where are you..?" I heard her stumble with her question, but I figured what she was going to ask anyway and then finally dragged her into my bedroom.
"Here we are, now Flaky I know to you, it might not be a big deal, but I'm sorry, I can't stand by to see your clothes be ruined like this. So how about this? I'll lend you one of my dresses for you to wear so that I can clean up your clothes properly." I said in a tone I thought was to sound like an offer, but instead sounded more like a demand, especially with how Flaky was reacting to my words, making me feel a little bit guilty.
"B-b-b-but…" She stammered again.
"Oh it's only for a short while your clothes get clean. Alright, but in order to do that, you're going to have to get out of those clothes for me to clean." I said sheepishly, avoiding eye contact.
I didn't even need to look at her to know that it was less than a pleasant notion for her.
"Wh-WHAT?!" She exclaimed.
"Oh don't be like that Flaky. We're both girls here, and if it bugs you that much, I'll just look away alright?" I promised her.
"A…Alright…" She said quietly, and at that I took it as my cue to head over to my wardrobe, back turned to her, to search for a proper dress for her to wear, and was faced with a problem. All of my dresses were my signature lilac and lavender color along with some hints of white; they were also in designs that despite the color differences would not look flattering on Flaky.
'But it's not as if she's going to keep it, it's just temporary.' I had to remind myself, but even then it was still hard to pick an outfit for Flaky to wear seeing as how it would all clash with her bright red hair and tom-boyish style.
"Flaky?" I asked, my back still facing her. "I'm pretty sure you could care less of what you wear from my closet, but I have to ask… Just what is your size anyway?" I asked, hoping that if I knew what her size was it would limit my options.
"Mmmph!" I heard an audible mumble from Flaky as well as some shuffling across the floor just behind me.
I looked, I couldn't help myself even though I knew I promised her I wouldn't. But who knew? Mr. Pickles could've just decided that since Flaky was still on edge and finally entered my room to strike her down by suffocating her with her own sweater.
I felt my eyes widen at what I saw.
Thankfully, Mr. Pickles wasn't anywhere in sight, and it seemed that Flaky only made the noise because she was having difficulties getting her tank top over her head with her hair blocking the way almost.
But other than that, what I saw shocked me speechless.
Flaky had managed to get her clothes off easily as it lay in a crumpled heap at her feet, minus her tank top and underwear of course, so I was able to see her almost bare body.
The closest I have ever seen another woman's or girl's body this exposed was with my sisters back home when we would try on a million different dresses and such or with Giggles and Petunia at the beach and we would all wear our bikini's. But even then, those were girls who I knew had a figure and wasn't afraid to show it off. Flaky was a tom-boy and I had no idea what she looked like beneath all of those layers of baggy clothes, so I just assumed that she had a boyish figured and felt more comfortable wearing boyish clothes.
Was I ever wrong.
From what I could see, Flaky was a very small body, the bigness of her clothes dwarfing her even more so, but she was slim and slender, like she was a life size Barbie doll, except more real looking and with reasonable sizes.
She had reasonable, yet extremely cute curves and a flat stomach which made her look more girlish. Add to that, all of curves seemed to flow in a beautiful wave making it look perfectly proportional in a perfect pattern. Though it was hard to really see it while she was squirming around viciously trying to free her head and hair from her tank top. The only thing that seemed to be a flaw in her body was the vivid pinkness of where the hot milk had obviously heated her skin.
I blushed deeply when I realized that Flaky was wearing vividly bright red underwear with a matching red bra that seemed to house breast that looked just a little bit smaller than mine, but not as flat as I always thought she was (though I never voiced it out in the fear of being offensive).
My blush only increased further when Flaky finally managed to pop the tank top off her head knocking her head backwards, pulling her head out of her face for a moment. I gasped when I truly saw her face clearly for the first time in a long while. She had long bangs which normally obscured her face if not for little breaks in the pattern of her bangs to see peeks of her face.
Her face was round, but in an abnormally cute way, completing the doll-like look her body cast. Her skin was absolutely flawless, though her lashes were small, making her look somewhere in a limbo of a girl looking like an extremely cute boy or a very cute boy who looked like a girl.
But all too soon her bangs covered her face again obscuring the brief view of her face.
She then let out a loud scream, knocking me backwards from shock.
"You said you wouldn't look!" Flaky screamed at me, clutching her tank top to her body.
I quickly realized my mistake and scrambled back up and turned around to my wardrobe and grabbed the thickest dress I could find so that her red underwear wouldn't bleed through.
"Sorry! Sorry!" I screamed back, my face heating up like made, and I knew that my face was probably as red as Flaky's hair, and possibly her face as well.
"I… I wanted to know what your size was, but you didn't answer so I thought I would check real quick!" I explained in a rush, holding out the dress to her, my back still to her.
I felt her grab the dress out of my hands quickly.
"I am so sorry Flaky! I didn't mean to stare, I don't know what came over me, honest!" I apologized immediately.
"I…I-i-it's alright… I m-mean…" Flaky said, sounding nervous, like she couldn't find the right words. "Y-y-you w-we-were right… We.. We're both g-girls right?" She said tentatively, still sounding a bit embarrassed.
"Are you dress properly now?" I asked, not knowing how else to respond to her words.
"Y-y-yeah…" She said.
I finally turned around and found that I was right about the colors not being all that flattering for Flaky. The light purple color clashed horribly with her vivid red hair, and the white didn't help at all since it was suppose to blend with the purple in a perfect balance. But other than that, the style was actually doing wonders for her small figure. Despite the colors clashing, the dress was actually doing wonders for Flaky's figure and I was taken a bit aback from the knowledge.
But then I remembered what I had to do.
Smiling nervously, I knelt down and retrieved her clothes that was left on the floor.
"Well, it's gonna be a bit lengthy, but it'll be worth it when by the end of it, your clothes will be as good as new!" I promised.
"Al-alright…" She said absent mindedly, pulling down the skirt of the dress self consciously, making it obvious that she wasn't used to wearing dresses. I inwardly sighed at the thought.
"Ummm… Lammy?" She asked, pulling me out of my thoughts.
"Yes Flaky?" I asked.
"What time is it?" She asked looking out the window and I was shocked to it so dark out. It couldn't be that late could it?
Racing to the my nightstand to check my clock I felt my eyes widen when I saw the time.
"Ummm… 10:30 p.m." I answered.
"What!? B-b-but… I have work tomorrow! And I have to get up early so I can't wait for you to clean my clothes and…" Flaky started speaking faster and faster the more she talked and her breathing started getting heavier and I was afraid that she was having a panic attack.
"Flaky! Calm down, calm down…" I said in a stern voice, grasping her shoulders, surprised to feel just how smooth and soft her now exposed skin was. How did I never know this about her before?
Flaky started taking big deep breaths in and out slowly and I could feel her start to calm down.
"It's no big deal. You can just stay the night and I can have your clothes ready by the morning." I offered,
She just shook her head.
"I can't. No offence Lammy, but your house is a bit far from my job. And I can't walk here to my job without being late. I didn't bring my car because it's over at the work shop to have the tires rotated." Flaky said, crossing her feet and looking at the ground.
"Oh… Well…" I stalled, trying to think of a doable plan for both of us." I sighed knowing the only option either one of us could take.
"Then… You should probably head home. You can still wear the dress till you get home. I'll just keep your clothes here to clean and then we can trade them off once they're ready for you to use again." I said, gathering up her clothes again. She just looked up at me with a shocked expression.
"B-b-but… I've never worn a dress out in public before!" She said in a worried tone.
"Don't worry. It's late, so I doubt that many people will be out and about. And if you are spotted, well it's better to be caught in a dress than your underwear right?" I joked, and she looked away from with that comment, but I heard her chuckle slightly so I didn't really let myself feel that bad.
"I guess your right… But I don't know about leaving you with my clothes to clean." She said.
"Don't worry, I don't mind: Anything to help out a friend." I assured her with a genuine smile.
"If you sure…"
"I am… Now you should probably head home and get some sleep for work tomorrow, yes?" I said.
She just nodded, and after several good-byes and more assurances that I didn't mind taking care of her clothes for her, did she finally depart and I started washing up the clothes. But even though I told her I didn't mind, which I didn't, I still couldn't help but wonder if I really was doing the right thing.
Flaky had a beautiful body, one that I doubted even Giggles or Petunia knew about. And here she was, hiding it underneath these clothes that I offered to clean.
I almost felt bad that I was aiding Flaky in making it possible for her to keep up this kind of appearance.
As her clothes were being washed clean from any chocolate stain that tried to linger in the fabrics, I couldn't help but look at it with a weird distaste for it. I would keep my word that I would have Flaky's clothes in prime condition for her, and I intended to keep that promise, but still…
Knowing just what lay beneath those clothes, I almost wanted to burn those clothes just so she would be forced to buy more girly clothes to complement her beautiful figure.
Flaky's POV
The walk home was nearly the end of me!
I was grateful that Lammy let me borrow her clothes for a little while my other clothes were being cleaned up, but I still felt very self conscious about wearing such an outfit. I found myself swerving my head in all directions, hoping that no one was around to see me like this.
Dresses were never something I particularly liked.
When I was little my mother forced me to wear dresses to school but every time I did I was always teased and ended up with some bully flipping my dress up to reveal my underwear in public embarrassment. So I always swore off of dresses and skirts after that mortifying time of my life.
Thankfully Lammy was right about people not being out and about this late, but either way, I could think of a couple of people who might be, such as Shifty, Lifty, possibly Splendid and even Splendont, or even worse, Flippy. I clutched the skirt of the dress tightly so it would fly upward, but still kept it a little loose so I could still walk in it and the mere thought of any one of those guys seeing my in this.
Picking up my pace I finally made it home and once I entered my home I shut the door with a satisfying slam and locked the door quickly, breathing heavily as if I was stalked the whole way home.
Making sure that all of my blinds to the windows were drawn, I slipped off the dress and carefully placed it on my couch before quickly ascending up to my room to get ready for bed.
Opening my closet I pulled out a giant red t-shirt that dwarfed me but covered me completely, so I couldn't complain much. I then did my best to pull out all of the hair clips from my hair, a mission easier said than done. Seriously, it was a pain enough just to try and manage my hair down with a brush, but to do so with clips was a nightmare only I had to sit through.
Once the last clip was out of my hair, I collapsed on my bed, but I didn't fall strait to sleep like I thought I would.
Lammy was so nice to take care of my clothes like that and then to loan me her clothes, though we both knew that her dresses really aren't something I'd wear on a daily basis… Or even ever again. Though I did appreciate what she did.
Maybe I can try to make it up to her somehow. Cleaning her dress was out of the question since a dress like that probably had a very complicated list that needed to be followed to be cleaned correctly. I was good at cleaning my own clothes to not only get stains out, but also make sure that colors didn't run or clothes shrank. Which considering my color pattern, was quite the accomplishment. But I wasn't that good at laundry.
Besides, it wasn't like her dress was dirty because it had contact with the outside world or anything. It was still pretty clean, considering I watched my every step all the way home so the dress was well protected along the way.
As my eyelids got heavier the more I thought what I should do, sleep started to overcome me and I decided that maybe if I can't think of some way to repay Lammy, maybe I could just do her a favor next time she asked.
I smiled as my eye-lids finally succumbed to sleep.
Yeah… That's a good idea, what could possibly go wrong?
And thus, Murphy's Law has been set for our little Flaky. But the real question is, how will back fire to her? xD For the most part… I don't plan on having THAT much gore(now but in later chapters maybe…) so don't freak out. R&R… Please? I feel a bit self conscious of how I wrote Flaky, so I kind of need some feedback on it.