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Well, ready for what might happen? Well, maybe not for this one. You'll never guess what Bakura found behind the door, never! MWAHAHAHA!
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Bakura looked in utter amazement at the sight he saw within the room. He had been dead wrong about Yami this whole time. He wasn't with Shizuka, and the clothes were not hers. He was staring at Yami, the drag queen! Shizuka was helping Yami into a white glove, and everything. That's what it was! He thought just now why Shizuka was even involved at all. She was HELPING Yami with the drag act! Bakura had to admit, though, Yami looked like one hell of a girl. He was dressed in a Chinese style outfit with a black and white color scheme, and he had let his hair down, so it wasn't spiked, so it was shoulder length. It looked like he had pink hair, and he had dyed the bottom inch of the hair black, and blond bangs. The black and pink was tied in a tight ponytail, the black edges a little frayed. He was wearing white gloves that extended past the elbow, and black boots, with about three inches worth of heel. The makeup work was extraordinary, which, Bakura thought, was Shizuka's doing.
Yami looked at who busted open the door, and saw Mouse and Bakura standing there, in awe at what they saw.
"Well, now you know. What do you think?" He asked, looking at the mortified duo standing at the door. Bakura gaped at him. If he hadn't known this person was a guy, he would have probably asked her out.
"Wow." Bakura and Mouse said simultaneously.
"You boys want to try?" asked Shizuka, a glint of hope in her eyes. Bakura thought a moment, then looked at Mouse, who was practically screaming yes, so he looked at Shizuka, and shrugged.
"Awesome!" She pulled the two in, and looked at the labels on the cloths they were wearing. After she had finished looking through her closet, she had two outfits with her, one Bakura's size, and one Mouse's size. She handed an outfit to Mouse, consisting of a very nice, cream pearly colored, sleeveless silk dress that went down to the knees, with a see- through overcoat that went down to the mid stomach, and white stilettos. It came also with a pair of pantyhose, and a size B bra.
"What's the bra for? I don't have boobs!" Yelled Mouse, at the article of clothing at the top of the pile in his arms.
"You need to stuff. There's cotton balls and tissue in the bathroom. Yami had to do that, too." She pointed to Yami, who did sport a good-sized pair of hooters. Mouse made his way to the bathroom to get dressed. Next she handed Bakura his outfit. She knew how much he liked black, so she had picked out a contour-fitting black dress that went down to his ankles. It had long sleeves, which clung to the arms. It had red trim around the neckline, the ends of the sleeves, and the bottom of the dress. It came with a hanging, red, beaded belt, but because Bakura didn't have a women's hips, it would fall off. They had to settle with a satin scarf, tied loosely around the waist. Because the dress was form fitting, they had to do something to give Bakura women's curves. The answer, a corset.
"I'm not wearing that! I've seen all those movies with the women in it who couldn't breathe!" Yelled Bakura after finding out what it was.
"Either that, or you don't fit in my only black dress!" Yelled Shizuka, the only other who had dared to yell at him in a long time. Bakura finally gave in, and let Shizuka put it on. His hair kept getting in the way. When she was done, Bakura could hardly breathe, but he didn't want anyone to know he was in pain. He left for the spare bedroom to dress. Malik came back, and he just looked like a man in a dress. Shizuka, though, could fix that. She had him sit down in her chair, the one in front of her desk.
"First, we have to do something with your hair. It's a major giveaway." Said Shizuka, looking at Mouse's reflection in the mirror. She had an idea. She tried bunching up the hair to make it into a ponytail, but all of it didn't fit. She grabbed a spray bottle, and began squirting water on his hair, until it was soaked. Then she used a comb, to comb all of it back into a bun. The other loose hairs were not even noticeable. The front was left alone, so it looked like normal bangs. She misted the hair with hairspray, so it wouldn't fall out of the neat, tight pull it was in. Then, she began on the makeup.
"I want nothing more than eye shadow." Said Mouse, never liking makeup much.
"Nonsense. Trust me, you'll like the results." And, indeed he did. Blush, an eyeliner, and an eyelash curler worked miracles on the teen.
Then Bakura was dressed, and he looked enough like a girl, all he had to do, was put on a little more black eye liner. Now they all looked like women, ready to go to a special party
"That's not all we had planned, you know. We're also going somewhere where being women gives you an advantage over everyone else-" Shizuka was cut off.
"I refuse to go out in public like this!" Yelled Bakura, looking at himself in a fill body mirror.
"Trust me, you'll have the best time of your life." Said Yami, a hint of evil laughter in his voice.
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Well, I have absolutely no idea where this story will go. If you have any ideas, please tell me. PLX R&R!!! There will probably only be one chapter after this, but there might not.
Well, ready for what might happen? Well, maybe not for this one. You'll never guess what Bakura found behind the door, never! MWAHAHAHA!
*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
Bakura looked in utter amazement at the sight he saw within the room. He had been dead wrong about Yami this whole time. He wasn't with Shizuka, and the clothes were not hers. He was staring at Yami, the drag queen! Shizuka was helping Yami into a white glove, and everything. That's what it was! He thought just now why Shizuka was even involved at all. She was HELPING Yami with the drag act! Bakura had to admit, though, Yami looked like one hell of a girl. He was dressed in a Chinese style outfit with a black and white color scheme, and he had let his hair down, so it wasn't spiked, so it was shoulder length. It looked like he had pink hair, and he had dyed the bottom inch of the hair black, and blond bangs. The black and pink was tied in a tight ponytail, the black edges a little frayed. He was wearing white gloves that extended past the elbow, and black boots, with about three inches worth of heel. The makeup work was extraordinary, which, Bakura thought, was Shizuka's doing.
Yami looked at who busted open the door, and saw Mouse and Bakura standing there, in awe at what they saw.
"Well, now you know. What do you think?" He asked, looking at the mortified duo standing at the door. Bakura gaped at him. If he hadn't known this person was a guy, he would have probably asked her out.
"Wow." Bakura and Mouse said simultaneously.
"You boys want to try?" asked Shizuka, a glint of hope in her eyes. Bakura thought a moment, then looked at Mouse, who was practically screaming yes, so he looked at Shizuka, and shrugged.
"Awesome!" She pulled the two in, and looked at the labels on the cloths they were wearing. After she had finished looking through her closet, she had two outfits with her, one Bakura's size, and one Mouse's size. She handed an outfit to Mouse, consisting of a very nice, cream pearly colored, sleeveless silk dress that went down to the knees, with a see- through overcoat that went down to the mid stomach, and white stilettos. It came also with a pair of pantyhose, and a size B bra.
"What's the bra for? I don't have boobs!" Yelled Mouse, at the article of clothing at the top of the pile in his arms.
"You need to stuff. There's cotton balls and tissue in the bathroom. Yami had to do that, too." She pointed to Yami, who did sport a good-sized pair of hooters. Mouse made his way to the bathroom to get dressed. Next she handed Bakura his outfit. She knew how much he liked black, so she had picked out a contour-fitting black dress that went down to his ankles. It had long sleeves, which clung to the arms. It had red trim around the neckline, the ends of the sleeves, and the bottom of the dress. It came with a hanging, red, beaded belt, but because Bakura didn't have a women's hips, it would fall off. They had to settle with a satin scarf, tied loosely around the waist. Because the dress was form fitting, they had to do something to give Bakura women's curves. The answer, a corset.
"I'm not wearing that! I've seen all those movies with the women in it who couldn't breathe!" Yelled Bakura after finding out what it was.
"Either that, or you don't fit in my only black dress!" Yelled Shizuka, the only other who had dared to yell at him in a long time. Bakura finally gave in, and let Shizuka put it on. His hair kept getting in the way. When she was done, Bakura could hardly breathe, but he didn't want anyone to know he was in pain. He left for the spare bedroom to dress. Malik came back, and he just looked like a man in a dress. Shizuka, though, could fix that. She had him sit down in her chair, the one in front of her desk.
"First, we have to do something with your hair. It's a major giveaway." Said Shizuka, looking at Mouse's reflection in the mirror. She had an idea. She tried bunching up the hair to make it into a ponytail, but all of it didn't fit. She grabbed a spray bottle, and began squirting water on his hair, until it was soaked. Then she used a comb, to comb all of it back into a bun. The other loose hairs were not even noticeable. The front was left alone, so it looked like normal bangs. She misted the hair with hairspray, so it wouldn't fall out of the neat, tight pull it was in. Then, she began on the makeup.
"I want nothing more than eye shadow." Said Mouse, never liking makeup much.
"Nonsense. Trust me, you'll like the results." And, indeed he did. Blush, an eyeliner, and an eyelash curler worked miracles on the teen.
Then Bakura was dressed, and he looked enough like a girl, all he had to do, was put on a little more black eye liner. Now they all looked like women, ready to go to a special party
"That's not all we had planned, you know. We're also going somewhere where being women gives you an advantage over everyone else-" Shizuka was cut off.
"I refuse to go out in public like this!" Yelled Bakura, looking at himself in a fill body mirror.
"Trust me, you'll have the best time of your life." Said Yami, a hint of evil laughter in his voice.
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Well, I have absolutely no idea where this story will go. If you have any ideas, please tell me. PLX R&R!!! There will probably only be one chapter after this, but there might not.
