A/N: I wanted to make it silly, but I also wanted to make it serious. Why not use two different perspectives? : D
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VII Characters and Places belong to Square Enix.
He stared at himself in the mirror, looking with wide, horror filled eyes at the monstrosity before him.
Wig (sanitized beyond the standard, brushed to a sheen, braided, and sprayed to fit with his ridiculous gravity-defying spikes) placed on his head against his will; tiara (sparkly, shined to a polish, obviously fake) shoved onto his head as he squawked in indignation; make up (good lord don't make him remember) pasted onto his pale, effeminate face. Shoved into the male equivalent of lingerie, heels, and a shiny, silky purple dress he didn't have any real choice in picking, he made to be a rather lovely, if uncomfortable, looking woman.
It was horrific.
It was even more horrific when Don Corneo stared at him with hungry eyes, making him wish with all of his might he could change for Gaia's sake into his usual attire. He'd feel less…exposed.
He stared at himself in the reflection, looking with wide, horror filled eyes at the monstrosity before him.
Eyes (red as blood, as rubies, as life) stared at him in shock; skin (paler than snow, colder than ice, warmer than fire and harder than rock) glowed in the luminescent lights; hair (black as ravens, shredded into sloppy layers, living a life of its own) fell into his eyes, making him look sallow and sickly. Thrown into a red cloak that wrapped around him entirely, black outfit his own cage of leather and buckles, and a shiny, golden claw that separated him from the rest of the world created him into the fiend that he was.
It was horrific.
It was even more horrific when that blonde haired, blue eyed, effeminate faced boy above him looked at him with shock, horror…and acceptance, making him wish that he could change back into the Turk he once was with his suit and his gun. He'd feel less…exposed.
