((A/N: to: d.masher from: kc creation))
12/21/06
Santa, Can You Hear Me
"My goodness, Kyonkichi, you have a rather feminin figure." Ayame spoke, scratching his chin with one long fingernail.
The cat's face flushed bright crimson. Like Hell he did! The stupid man must have been delusional.
'Although..'
Maybe the snake noticed that all that Christmas junkfood made him gain a few pounds, and his ass was too big? Since the beginning of the stupid season, it had been nearly impossible to excercise, and everyone kept bringing home sugery crap, so it wasn't his fault!
"..what?" He finally mustered, his voice cracking slightly in embarrassment.
"Your figure," The older man began. "your waist is so thin, and your.. curves are smooth."
He paused for a moment.
"Or maybe it's just the dress?"
'It sure better be,' Kyo told himself.
Kyo Sohma was not a fatass, and definitely not a girl!
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It was the slinkiest, skankiest, sluttiest outfit Kyo was sure he'd ever seen.
Completely and totally disgusting.
A small, black leather dress, all of the stomache cut out but two small straps in the back. The bottom was almost v-shaped, arching right around his thighs, and just covering his.. private parts.
It was sleevless, and two long, fingerless leather gloves were worn from the palm of the hand to the elbow. Though the sharp heeled leather boots he wore weren't much better. And what about underwear? Oh, a nice skimpy little pair of black bikini style panties worked perfectly.
"I look like a street-walking transvestite." He gasped.
The snake's laughter floated through the thin door of the changing room stall. He, of course, thought Kyo was kidding, or that the cat just didn't understand how fashionable the outfit actually was.
"But how much money do you think you'd make?"
The orange haired boy groaned.
"Nothing." He scowled at his reflection in the mirror. "I'd kill myself before I wore this in public."
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Kyo realized that he really didn't care what he got for Christmas this year. If he magically got transported from Ayame's torture-chamber-of-a-store, he'd be thankful for the rest of his life.
That slutty black leather outfit? Oh, it had nothing on this. At least he looked like a guy in that one, but in his current outfit, he really couldn't tell. White really wasn't his color anyway, and the heels bit into his feet.
He promised himself that no matter what, he would never even consider dressing in nurse's attire ever again. Why did he have to hurt the stupid snake? Why couldn't he have left the man alone?
"Kyooooonkichiii!!" An annoyingly chipper voice called.
Actually, Kyo felt the extremely strong urge to hurt him now.
The End
((A/N: I feel like such a weirdo. hmm..
Well, Happy Holidays!!))