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Notes: Been a while no? I have a few announcements, I'm now running things over at Mana_Khemia_Fic over on LJ, and I'd just love it if a few of my readers would hop on over and join me. Especially since I'm feeling rather lonely, also, I've taken up Roxis –Also Kharg and Sephiroth- for Gaming_Muses (also on LJ), which means I'm also writing weekly drabbles in the Mana Khemia fandom.
Warnings: Crossdressing of both kinds. Prompt taken from a conversation with the requester.
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Item: Boy's Uniform.
Prompt: What if long ago the boys wore skirts and the girls wore pants? –Mana Khemia is just weird enough for that to work- from bArtificial Dreams/b
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"Are you sure this is what girls used to wear?" Jess asked Pamela suspiciously, smoothing out the lines in her pants. To her untrained eye, the ancient female uniform looked almost identical to the uniforms her male friends wore everyday.
"Of course," Pamela stated nodding as she floated, a sinister grin on her face as she looked at the boys' dressing room. "Vayne, Roxis, why don't you show show Jess what boys used to wear."
"Like hell!" Roxis muttered from behind the curtain. Jess could feel the force of his indignant glare, even through the curtain separating them. She stifled a giggle as Vayne shyly stepped out, dressed in a full-length skirt and a *fluffy* blouse.
"Are you absolutely sure you didn't get the uniforms mixed up?" Jess asked again, trying so very hard not to snicker as Vayne twirled around at Pamela's command, skirts swirling about his ankles.
No wonder Roxis didn't want to come out.
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TBC
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