A/N: (prompt 14: genderswapped) I'm revamping this idea. I don't think genderswap really fits with this story; seriously, if either of these guys got genderswapped one day the rest of their week would probably be filled with incessant testing and a long stay in Hojo's lab. So, I'm changing it. Have something much more dorky.

June 14: Definitely a Lady

17:21; Midgar, Midgarian Continent

Sephiroth returned to the apartment, excited to see Zack. The SOLDIER Third had been deeply asleep when the silver general left that morning; he didn't have drills and Sephiroth made sure not to wake him, he deserved some rest after the past two days. That morning in the office was the perfect opportunity to call Dio and cement the details of the materia transfer; it wouldn't occur for another week or so, and Sephiroth would keep pressing until the deal was finalized. He was starting to feel more secure about his decision to acquire that support materia for his lover, especially after a surprisingly pleasant conversation with Genesis; it seemed he was still euphoric over the Little Wutai wax figure mystery.

When lunch time the silver general had been surprised to learn that Zack had already filed his debrief, made an appearance at cadet training, and for all intents and purposes been running around the compound doing who knows what. By the sounds of it, the youth had managed a full recovery from the frustrating mission he had been on. There weren't any deaths and, from the reports, Zack had kept his cool despite the exhaustion he undoubtedly felt. He was looking more and more promising each and every mission.

As long as they weren't covert, the general reminded himself. He made a note to talk to Angeal tomorrow about progress on Zack's stealth training.

When Sephiroth opened the apartment, he was surprised he didn't immediately see Zack sprawled out in the living room or preparing something in the kitchen. That was usually where the Third greeted him when he got home, as if waiting for his lover to come home. But he could sense that Zack was home, in the bedroom, actually. Sephiroth investigated.

The sight that greeted him was... unexpected. There stood Zack Fair, a promising SOLDIER Third, in a dress, admiring himself in the mirror. It wasn't the same he had worn on that horrible mission not a week ago, but the style was similar. It managed to disguise his thick shoulders and arms, but did nothing to obscure his broad frame.

"Zack... what are you wearing?" Sephiroth let the why hang in the air between them, unsaid and obvious.

Zack turned around with a bright smile. He twirled the skirt, making it spin deftly in his hands. Why was Zack so good at manipulating those things? "I am now a lady. You should treat me like one."

"No." Sephiroth didn't even have to think.

"Why not?" Zack crossed his arms and pouted, the material about his shoulders looked particularly strained when he did that.

"Do you remember when we infiltrated the manor?" Sephiroth hoped that saying that would be enough. He, for one, remembered quite clearly. Zack was perfectly ladylike, hanging off his arm in a way that gave him chills to remember. He had hated it.

"Mrs. Smith was very ladylike thank you. A true epitome of femininity!" Zack swiveled his hips as if to emphasize his point. It was horrifying. "I don't think you could do any better."

Sephiroth quirked a brow. Was that a challenge? The thought was distracted him from the sight of his lover dressed as a woman. "I'm sure I could."

As if that had been expected, Zack pulled out a long piece of fabric – a dress that looked about Sephiroth's size – and the look on his face was one of defiant challenge. Ah, yes, that was the look that had immediately drawn the general's attention when they first met. This wasn't the imposter that had clung to his side at the mansion, this was Zack crafting a game for the two of them.

The silver general changed quickly, fiddling with the strange hooks on the side until the dress fit snugly against him. He glanced in the mirror and decided he looked atrocious. At least Zack almost looked like a woman at first glance.

"Okay, now for these," Zack pulled out two large lumps from a bag and reached toward the opening on Sephiroth's chest. It took the taller a moment to recognize the padding for what it was.

The silver general decided this had gone on far enough. He conceded that Zack won and he didn't want those things anywhere on him – ever again. "Is there some reason that brought this on?"

Zack paused and looked up. Now that Zack was fully looking at him, Seph could see an edge of annoyance in his face – it was hard to see, but Zack had become easier to read in their time together. There were only a few people who managed to bring that out in Zack, and one of them was most definitely... "Reno started talking shit today. I just want to prove that I can be a lady when I need to be."

"You went to the Turk floor?" Sephiroth felt a headache pulsing behind his eyes, remembering the smirk Tseng wore the last time they had talked. He didn't want his SOLDIER anywhere near the Turk floor – they were masters of extracting blackmail.

Zack looked offended, and actually glared a little. "You think I would go there? No, that little asshole found me when I was helping someone at. Then he just had to... I mean – I'm ten times more of a lady than he'll ever be and he just can't admit that. Seriously. Look at me."

Sephiroth laughed. He was relieved and amused. It was just another completely illogical argument that the two got into, one of the strange things that drove Zack and Reno's strange fued. The Third pouted up at him.

"I found you disgustingly ladylike," Sephiroth said gently, running a hand through Zack's hair. "I almost hit you a few times it was so convincing."

"Really?" Zack's anger was visibly disipating as he lifted his brows. Then he frowned. "I didn't realize it made you that uncomfortable..."

The general leaned down and kissed away the apology. The mission was over and had, in the overall, been a success. Thanks to Zack, he now understood that he had never been able to appreciate women. It had been a useful learning tool, but now it was useless.

"Just don't do it again," The First quietly reprimanded between kisses.

"Mmkay," came the breathy response. "Hey, Seph?"

"Hmm?" The general continued to nuzzle Zack's cheek, kissing along his jaw and up to his ear. He was grateful there wasn't any perfume to mask his natural scent this. It was clear where this was going. Sephiroth had been wanting to touch him for days; not to mention he was eager to tear off that offensive dress.

"Can I finish dressing you before we crawl into bed?"

Sephiroth pulled back and narrowed his eyes. What was wrong with Zack today? "Why?"

Zack looked sheepish, but a playful light was in his eyes. "We don't have to be very ladylike, but I think it'd be fun, you know, like this." Zack waggled the padding for emphasis. "Just once?"

Sephiroth was still hesitant. But... trying new things with Zack tended to be more rewarding than he had ever anticipated. In addition, this wouldn't be a routine new addition. Zack had this little glint in his eye that seemed to promise that the experience would be worth it.

Pulling away with a sigh, the silver general shrugged. "As you wish."

Zack's smile was as blinding as the sun.