Chapter 7 (Friday)

This was the day.

Wufei took a deep breath as he looked at himself and the short gothic dress that he was wearing in the mirror. This wasn't the first time that he had worn it, but it was the first time that he was going to wear it where others could see him. He was pretty nervous to show up at school in his new outfit, but he just loved it so much – and he now had finally had gotten the courage to wear it outside of his own room. Nerves and excitement twisted in his stomach and he tried not to play with any of the laces.

The black and blood red dress was perfect; he had bought it from the Internet, and his mother had helped him make it in to his size. It was really meant to be worn by a girl but his mother had made it wider around the waist and changed the whole cleavage since, well, he didn't have one.

Turning around he looked over his shoulder, examining the back, twisting his upper body to make sure that everything was staying in its place. The dress didn't have any shoulder straps, and he didn't want the dress to start falling off him.

Drying his sweaty hands of on his make up towel, he took one last look in the mirror and stretched his back. "Okay, you can do this, you want to do this." He whispered to himself as he touched his reflexion.

"Wish me luck." He called out to Albert as she got up on her hind legs to watch his departure.

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His father sighed when he came down to the breakfast table.

"You are going to wear that to school?" He asked in a resigned voice.

Wufei poured some cereals into a bowl. "Yes."

His father rubbed a hand over his eyes. "Just- just be careful Wufei, please. I don't want to get any more calls about you getting in to fights."

"I'm not going to get expelled," he mumbled, already starting to regret that he put on the dress when he got up.

His father pushed his chair back and got to his feet. Wufei who had kept his eyes on the floating wheat pieces startled when a large hand landed on his shoulder.

"There are more schools out there, but there is only one of you. So please be careful, stay with your friends and- and don't listen to them. Okay?"

Wufei looked up at his father's worried face. "Yeah, dad."

He was rewarded with a smile and an affectionate pat on the shoulder. "That's good," the man hesitated a bit awkwardly. "And Wufei, it-... it's. The-the dress looks really nice."

Wufei beamed. "Thanks, dad." He knew that his father still had a few hang ups over his way of life. He had been pretty shocked when Wufei came out, but he had mostly gotten over it. His biggest problem nowadays was the way he dressed, but maybe he was working his way past that too.

His father looked slightly embarrassed, like he couldn't believe that he had actually said it, but he was smiling. "Well, yes. I've got to go. I'll see you tonight."

Wufei smiled at his father's awkward departure and turned back to his cereals.

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Tiddy squealed happily when she saw him. "You look fucking hot, babe."

Wufei grinned. "Thanks."

Tiddy motioned for him to twirl around, which he did. "Hot, hot, hot. Seriously, I think I'm jealous."

"You don't think it's a bit... much?" He asked and fingered the black lace around his waist. He had planed this for so long that now the time was here he couldn't decide how he felt about it.

He had spent a lot of time on putting the whole outfit together. Changing it, choosing which accessories he should use and so on.

The knee high leather boots weren't new, but this was the first time that he had had the guts the wear them with a skirt. Usually, he would hide them under a loose pair of pants so that they looked like a regular par of high heals. His hair wasn't spiked like the usual either; instead, he had combed it so that it hanged freely around his face, making the red strands of hair stand out more.

He wasn't wearing a lot of makeup; just the usual black eyeliner around his eyes with a dark red eye shadow. He just hoped that he didn't look too much like a girl. He wasn't a transvestite; he just... wanted to look nice.

"No, no. It looks great." Tiddy reassure him. "But wait." She dropped her 'Hello Kitty' backpack to the ground and started to search through it. "I know it's here somewhere, I saw it last week, and it-aha! Found it. Here, this will be perfect." She held out a slim black tube to him. He accepted it and slowly opened the lid, revealing a dark red lipstick. Excitement stirred in his stomach.

It wasn't often that he let himself go all the way. Lip gloss and lipstick was a luxury that he hasn't indulged in that much outside his own bedroom. Painting his lips were, for some reason, a step too far over the line between male and female – Something that, for him, was on a completely different, higher level from the high heels and dresses.

"I don't know." He said and sucked on his lip ring.

"Come on, it will look totally hot. The color will look great with your skin. Come on, Wufei."

He wanted to. He really did, but did he have the guts to do it? Wufei took a deep breath. Yeah, he did; there was no backing out now. "Okay." He closed his fingers tightly around the slip tube. The closest mirror was in the bathroom down the hall, and he made sure that he walked there with his head held high.

Wufei pushed the door open and walked inside without even glancing at the other boys in there. The last thing he needed was to get accused of looking at someone's cock.

"Hey Chang, this is the guy's bathroom. The little girl's room is across the hall." Some smart ass taunted, making the rest laugh like the hyenas that they were. Wufei pretended to ignore them and opened the lid. The dark color that had felt so intriguing before almost felt intimidating now and he hesitated.

"Gonna try to make yourself pretty, faggot? Don't you know that guys hate to get lipstick on their cocks?" A dark presence taunted somewhere behind him. "You are not going to get many costumers that way."

'Fuck it. Fuck them.' He thought to the sound of their evil laughter as he put the lipstick to his lips. With quick and easy strokes he covered his lips. Tiddy was right. The color was perfect, and he looked hot.

He gave his reflection one last look before turning to leave. The other boys were still throwing insults after him, but he forced himself not to listen. Giving them the finger over his shoulder, he left. Wounded but victorious.

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'God, why didn't I choose another day to wear the dress.' Wufei thought in despair as he kicked the back of his sneakers against the wall. 'No, I just had to pick a day when we had gym, great planning Chang, great planning.'

It was after gym class, and he was standing outside the girl's dressing room waiting impassively for Tiddy to come out and say that it was clear to come in.

It just wasn't an option to use the boy's dressing room anymore. It had just started out as taunting and threats that he 'better keep his faggot eyes to himself', but it had escalated over the years. Being naked in the shower was a vulnerable situation that was too often exploited. Wufei still had nightmares about lying bleeding on a white tile floor while dark shapes were looming over him.

The girls were okay, they never did anything other then talk shit about him behind his back. Some of the more stuck up girls had protested against having him use their dressing room, but after Tiddy and Hilde cursed them out a couple of times, things had quieted down.

Wufei sighed and fingered the 'Him' symbol on his shirt. The prints were coming lose, and he couldn't help but pick at it while he waited. It was just too bad that the girls took so long to get ready because he was almost always late for the next class, especially since he almost always needed more time then the girls to get ready.

He just wanted to shower and leave before the basket players showed up for their training. The last thing he wanted was to run in to the creep and his gang.

He smiled happily when Tiddy opened the door and motioned for him to come in.

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Duo lazily bounced the ball as he walked over to the rest of the players there. There were still a few people who hadn't shown up yet, and their coach wasn't going to be there for another twenty minutes. Heero, he and another guy had played a few rounds just for fun, but there wasn't any point in wearing themselves out before the actual warm up.

"What kind of freak dresses like that?" He heard one of them spit out as he came over to them.

Duo dried some sweat off his forehead and sat down on an empty seat on the bench with the rest of the guys.

"Who?" He asked Tim, who was sitting next to him as he took a deep gulp from his water bottle.

Tim pointed towards the girls' dressing room, and Duo choked on his water. The rest of the guys laughed, and Tim slapped him on the back with a snicker. "Yeah, that's how I feel."

'I doubt this is how you feel.' He thought as he coughed for all he was worth. Because standing over by the door with one foot up on a plastic chair was Wufei, tying his knee high leather boots with great concentration. But that wasn't the worst part. No, the worst part was that he was wearing a dress, a really short dress that barely covered his ass. Duo let his eyes travel from the spiked heel, over the criss-crossed lacing to the pair of wine red pantyhose that were covering unmistakably male thighs, then to the frilly black skirt, to the slim waist with wine red lace and-

Duo paused and went back down to the skirt where he, indeed, could see the edge of a garter belt. Swallowing thickly, Duo ducked his head and continued to watch Wufei through his bangs. The corset in black velvet didn't in anyway give any illusion of breasts, and instead it clung to his flat chest like a second skin. The low cut barely covered his nipples, and his naked shoulders were among the most tempting things Duo had ever seen.

Duo marvelled at how someone dressed in something obviously too girly could look so obviously male.

"How the hell does he get away with looking like that?" Someone snorted.

"I heard that his parents are lawyers, and they threatened to sue the school if they tried to stop him." Heero said as he bounced the orange ball from one hand to the floor to the other hand and back again.

"Someone really should fuck him up." Brian stated, getting a few agreeing sounds from some other guys.

Duo flinched and fingered his bottle nervously. He cleared his throat slightly. "Ehm, I think it looks... cool... a bit... you know." He took a swig from his water and refused to look at the rest of them.

Brian snorted. "What? You're a fucking faggot too, Maxwell?"

Cold sweat made its way down his back. 'God, why did I say anything?' He thought in dread for what was about to come.

Tim snickered. "Give it up, Jefferson, I agree with Maxwell. I mean just look at him. Put a pair of tits in that thing, and he would be a girl. A pretty hot fucking girl, I'd totally fuck her."

Simon, who was standing behind him, laughed. "Totally, bend her over that chair and fuck her raw."

"Admit it, you would fuck that thing even without the breast, fucking faggot." Tim teased.

"Fuck you," was Simon's incredibly intelligent response.

"Forget about it, I'm not your butt ugly girlfriend, and I'm sure as hell not your dog. Ask Chang over there, I bet he'll grab his ankles before you even finished the question."

The rest of the guys roared in laughter, and Simon delivered a punch to Tim's shoulder.

"I bet you know that first hand, don't you?" Simon threw back. "Tell me, does he dress up for you... or maybe it's you who dresses up for him? What do you say guys, wouldn't Timmy here look lovely in a slutty little schoolgirl dress?"

"You better stop right there, or I'm going to kick your ass." Tim growled.

"Oooh, I think someone is just a little bit too defensive. Is there something you would like to tell us?"

"Shut the fuck up!" Tim roared loudly, making the rest of the guys laugh, and Duo wish he was anywhere but there.

"It's okay, just come out of the closet." Simon choked out between his laughter

Tim dove towards the laughing brunet, and a wild wrestling match broke out where Simon was telling Tim that it was okay, that he should embrace his inner faggot.

Duo, who wanted to sink through the floor, looked over at Wufei. His dark gothic angel gave all of them a look of disgust over his shoulder before walking away. Duo gave the swinging hips a look of longing before turning back to his friends.

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Duo hadn't seen the gothic boy since then, but not because he hadn't been trying. He had, in what he hoped was a nonchalant way, walked past the corridor where Wufei had his locker, the table on the second floor where the goths usually hanged out and tried to catch a sight of him over by the music room where he had first seen him on the first day of school. But it was without result; the boy was nowhere to be found.

He had been hoping to see him during lunch, but Wufei wasn't in the cafeteria. He had been ready to leave a long time ago, but was clinging to some hope that Wufei would still show. Trying not to pout, he distracted himself by talking to his friends.

"I haven't seen your girlfriend around lately." He said to the muscular boy sitting in front of him.

Heero blinked. "What girlfriend?"

"Oh, I just thought that the girl who always comes to our games was your girlfriend. The one in pink." Duo said as he took a sip from his milk. The milk was the only thing he had left on his tray; he loved milk but this was his third glass and everyone would probably think that he was insane if he got up -again- to refill his glass.

Heero grimaced while the rest of them laughed.

"Yeah, Heero, where is that girlfriend of yours?"

"She is not my girlfriend." The brunet hissed.

Duo gave the brunet a twisted smile. "Could have fooled me. She was all over you."

Tim grinned and threw an arm over Heero's shoulders. "Don't worry, we'll help you get her."

"The hell you will." The muscular boy growled before glaring at Duo like it was all his fault that he was in this situation.

"Hey, don't look at me! I hardly meet the girl," he said as he collected his things and got up. He was getting restless, and he wanted to take another look around to see if he could find Wufei. Even if he wouldn't be able to really talk to him, then maybe at least he could tell him that he liked the dress. It would be a great time to do so since none of his friends would be around.

Tim was laughing. "Maybe we should ask her to show up at Simon's party?"

"You wouldn't dare."

"Better watch it Heero, I think he means it." Duo snickered as he looked down at the fuming boy.

"I'll get you for this, Maxwell."

Walking backwards, he grinned at his friend. "Yeah, yeah. And I just might tell her that you are just too shy to tell her how much you want to get in to her panties."

By Heeros outraged 'fuck no', he wasn't all that supportive of that idea. Duo laughed and turned to walk away, only to knock right in to someone. 'No!' was all he had time to think before his milk glass tipped over a very familiar figure. Time almost stood still as he watched in horror as the milk spilled out over the front of Wufei's beautiful dress. He was vaguely aware of people cheering and laughing around him, but all his focus was on the devastated dark eyes in front of him.

"Oops," was all he managed to choke out. Hurt eyes immediately turned hard and cold as they turned to glare up at him with venom.

'OOPS?! What the fuck?!' His panicking mind screamed. 'Apologize fast, say something you idiot! NOW!'

But it was too late; Wufei was already storming away from him to the sound of laughter and applause. Someone clapped him on the shoulder. "Great job, Maxwell. Man, that was perfect."

"It was an accident." He breathed out.

"Yeah, right." Someone snorted. "Don't be modest, that was fucking genius. Let's hear it for Maxwell!"

Wild applause echoed through the cafeteria while Duo stood in the middle of it all with his shoulder hunched.

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"Wufei?" Tiddy's voice called, softly followed by a light knock on the bathroom door. Wufei slowly reached up and unlocked the door, letting his friend in.

"Oh, sweetheart." She whispered as she got down on her knees next to him. He knew that he probably looked pathetic sitting there in only his boxer briefs, a garter belt and his pantyhose, but it was okay as long as it was Tiddy who was there with him. He just wished that Hilde were already back from her trip so that he could have his beast friends on each side of him. He felt like he needed it.

"I'm going to kill him. I'm going to wrap my hands around his throat and strangle him before I snap his fucking neck." Tiddy growled.

Wufei laughed wetly. "Thanks."

Tiddy just stroked his hair as she sat down on the floor next to him.

"I don't have anything to wear." He sniffed. "The dress is wet, and it smells." Tiddy hugged him tightly and let him sob quietly against her shoulder. He trembled as he tried to control his breathing. "I want to go home, but I don't want him to win."

Tiddy tightened her jaw. "He wont, I swear. Just give me a couple of minutes, and I'll get you something to wear."

"Okay." He whispered as he released his friend. He looked over at his dress that he had draped across the toilet and wondered if he was ever going to manage to wear it again. He didn't know if he could put it on with the same joy after all this.

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A/N: ehm... ops? Sorry about that '

Please review/rant/curse me out, and I'll post the next chapter tomorrow.