Ch.5
"Oh! My god, what are you two doing? Vincent, your hair!" Tifa ran in and grabbed the wet wash cloth to protect her hands as she removed the red hot curler from Vincent's barely salvaged hair.
"Oh thank you Tifa! Thank you so much!" Vincent said exasperated. He looked up at Tifa, who had a very confused and frightened look on her face. Vincent wasn't sure whether he should stand up and push Cid off of him, or lie there and allow Cid to sit and cover as much of what he was wearing as he could. Cid however, shot up like a bullet as soon as what had just happened registered.
"Oh! Tifa! Hi…how are you?" He asked nervously, trying to act as if what Tifa was seeing was pretty standard on the Highwind. Vincent still just lied there on floor, busily pushing his dress down to cover what little he could of himself. Tifa's eyes darted from Cid, to Vincent, and back again, as though she were trying to piece some complex puzzle together in her mind, in which the pieces simply did not fit.
"Okay, what's going on guys?" she finally asked, giving up in trying find some logical reason as to why Vincent was dressed as a woman, and why Cid was helping him. Cid and Vincent just stared at each other, occasionally glancing back at Tifa, wondering how they were going to get themselves out of this one. Finally, Vincent spoke up and explained. Sort of.
"Well…Cid and I were trying to…um you know…dress me as a um…um…a woman…to umm…"
"Lies, Tifa!" Cid suddenly burst out, panicking that Vincent was about to give them away. "Don't believe a fucking word he says! All lies!"
Vincent glared at his friend. After all the humiliation Cid had caused him, after dragging him into this mess, he was going to make it even harder on him!
"Cid! Don't start! Cut me a little slack here! After all I've done for you, you're going to call me a liar before I even get a chance to explain myself! After all I've done! I was even going to dress as a woman for you!" Vincent yelled angrily at Cid. Cid opened his mouth to say something in his defense, but Tifa beat him to it.
"I think I see what's going on here." Tifa said, stepping into the bathroom and closing it behind her. It just occurred to Vincent just how lucky he and Cid were that no one else had moseyed across what was going on in the bathroom and heard all the commotion.
"You do?" Cid asked. I really hope you don't see what's going on here, 'cause Vincent and I will be Final Heavened if you do, Cid thought.
"Yeah, I see." She responded. Then she smiled gently. Both Cid and Vincent were taken aback by this, and then began to fear what exactly she thought she was seeing.
"Vincent, men like to cross-dress all the time. It's not that uncommon. It's a healthy exploration of your feminine side. There's no need to be ashamed." With that, she gave Vincent a hug that felt like she was attempting to comfort him.
Vincent's face flushed a red that came close to matching the dress he was wearing. From over Tifa's shoulder, he gave Cid a look of bewilderment. Cid just wiped his brow, as if to say 'that was too close,' and nonchalantly lit up a cigarette. Then he looked back at Vincent, motioned near his chest, and mouthed, "do they feel real?" Vincent shot Cid a poisonous glare, and extended the middle digit on his claw, as Cid gave him a 'what did I do?' look. Then, Tifa turned to Cid, who immediately found his awkward composure, and flashed her a large, toothy grin.
"And Cid, experimenting with your own sexuality, or being curious is quite normal too. You don't need to call poor Vincent a liar." Cid's jaw dropped. Before he could say anything, Tifa went on. "I mean, he's sharing something really private with you! Even showing it to you! That can't be easy. You really should give him a little more of your respect."
"Yeah, Cid." Vincent chimed in, reveling in the fact it was Cid's turn to be embarrassed. Again, Cid opened his mouth to cuss both of them out, when Vincent's rare smirk reminded him that it would get him nowhere if he did. The best thing to do at that moment would be to play along, and just be glad it was Tifa who stumbled upon them and not Barret.
"Yeah… you're right." Cid said slowly. "He even damn near burned his hair off for me. What a guy."
Tifa smiled. "Well! I can see that you're not used to dressing as a woman yet, Vincent," she said, looking Vincent up and down. Vincent smiled weakly and shrugged. "I admit, I'm not used to this," he replied.
"Well, it takes some practice!" Tifa said with a cheerful smile. "But don't worry, Vincent. I'll show you how it's all done."
"Huh?" Vincent replied dumbly. With that, Tifa grabbed Vincent by the hand and set him down. She shoved the dress Cloud had worn at Vincent, insisting it was by far the better choice for him as a man to wear, considering it was made especially for a man.
"I'll turn around as you change." She said as she twirled to face away from Vincent. She waved her hand behind her as if to tell Vincent to hurry. "Put it on so we can get to the fun stuff!" She exclaimed. Vincent turned to Cid as if to look for some sort of help, but Cid just shrugged. We might as well go along with it, Cid thought. Shit's too deep now. We can't walk away. Vincent sighed, and began to change. He had to admit, it was nice to get out of that dress and into something more comfortable, even if it was another dress.
"Oh Vincent, that suits you so much better!" Tifa exclaimed jumping up in excitement as she saw Vincent. "Now let's do your makeup!" She pulled Vincent by the hand and into the chair again, and turned to the makeup scattered across the table. "Now, "scarlet rose" lipstick would be such a beautiful contrast to your black hair and fair skin. If we used just a touch of "rosy pink" to blend in along your cheek bones, I think it would create a really striking effect. Don't you think so Cid?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Sure." Cid replied, pulling out another cigarette.
And so poor Vincent went through yet another transformation. Tifa gave him pointers along the way, everything from how to blend foundation, to how much eyeliner is too much. Vincent sweated through it all, as Cid chain-smoked in the corner, occasionally trying to stifle a laugh here and there. By the time Tifa had finished with her victim, Vincent was looking startlingly womanlike. His bra had carefully been re-stuffed, and sat on his chest in a surprisingly realistic fashion. His long black hair was neatly in a bun, and kept in place with two black chopsticks. Two strands of hair framed his face, which was expertly made up with black eyeliner, grey eye shadow, red lipstick, foundation, powder, and a hint of blush. Tifa had even painted Vincent's nails a deep red. It was quite an upgrade from the first cross-dressing experience.
"Voila!" Tifa exclaimed triumphantly as she turned Vincent to the mirror. For a split second, Vincent was impressed with what a pretty woman he made.
"What do you think?" She asked Vincent.
"Umm…it's great. Thanks Tifa. Thanks so fucking much…" Vincent replied with a slight growl. Tifa beamed.
"What about you Cid? Does he look hot or what?" Cid started a little at the question.
"Yeah, Cid. Don't you think I'm hot?" Vincent's voice was deadpan, as was his face.
"Umm…yeah. Real…hot," Cid replied hesitantly.
Tifa was satisfied. She gave Vincent another hug, and then headed for the door. As she reached the doorknob, she turned back to Vincent and Cid. Her expression got quite serious.
"Guys, I love you no matter what. Even you, Cid," she told them. "I won't tell anyone about this, I promise. But whenever you guys feel ready, I'm sure everyone else will support you." She smiled again. "Yuffie might take it the hardest Vincent, but you are who you are. She'll get over it." With that she left the unlikely pair in the bathroom.
It was silent between Vincent and Cid as they stood exactly as Tifa had left them. Clearly, Vincent was fuming. Cid shifted a little, then glanced up at Vincent.
"You look really nice, Vincent." He said in an attempt to break the silence.
"Cid." Vincent said calmly. "I'll give you until the count of three to get out of my sight."
"Right." Cid said as he quickly left the bathroom. Time to cook up plan C!
Yeah, you heard the man. This isn't over yet!
"Oh! My god, what are you two doing? Vincent, your hair!" Tifa ran in and grabbed the wet wash cloth to protect her hands as she removed the red hot curler from Vincent's barely salvaged hair.
"Oh thank you Tifa! Thank you so much!" Vincent said exasperated. He looked up at Tifa, who had a very confused and frightened look on her face. Vincent wasn't sure whether he should stand up and push Cid off of him, or lie there and allow Cid to sit and cover as much of what he was wearing as he could. Cid however, shot up like a bullet as soon as what had just happened registered.
"Oh! Tifa! Hi…how are you?" He asked nervously, trying to act as if what Tifa was seeing was pretty standard on the Highwind. Vincent still just lied there on floor, busily pushing his dress down to cover what little he could of himself. Tifa's eyes darted from Cid, to Vincent, and back again, as though she were trying to piece some complex puzzle together in her mind, in which the pieces simply did not fit.
"Okay, what's going on guys?" she finally asked, giving up in trying find some logical reason as to why Vincent was dressed as a woman, and why Cid was helping him. Cid and Vincent just stared at each other, occasionally glancing back at Tifa, wondering how they were going to get themselves out of this one. Finally, Vincent spoke up and explained. Sort of.
"Well…Cid and I were trying to…um you know…dress me as a um…um…a woman…to umm…"
"Lies, Tifa!" Cid suddenly burst out, panicking that Vincent was about to give them away. "Don't believe a fucking word he says! All lies!"
Vincent glared at his friend. After all the humiliation Cid had caused him, after dragging him into this mess, he was going to make it even harder on him!
"Cid! Don't start! Cut me a little slack here! After all I've done for you, you're going to call me a liar before I even get a chance to explain myself! After all I've done! I was even going to dress as a woman for you!" Vincent yelled angrily at Cid. Cid opened his mouth to say something in his defense, but Tifa beat him to it.
"I think I see what's going on here." Tifa said, stepping into the bathroom and closing it behind her. It just occurred to Vincent just how lucky he and Cid were that no one else had moseyed across what was going on in the bathroom and heard all the commotion.
"You do?" Cid asked. I really hope you don't see what's going on here, 'cause Vincent and I will be Final Heavened if you do, Cid thought.
"Yeah, I see." She responded. Then she smiled gently. Both Cid and Vincent were taken aback by this, and then began to fear what exactly she thought she was seeing.
"Vincent, men like to cross-dress all the time. It's not that uncommon. It's a healthy exploration of your feminine side. There's no need to be ashamed." With that, she gave Vincent a hug that felt like she was attempting to comfort him.
Vincent's face flushed a red that came close to matching the dress he was wearing. From over Tifa's shoulder, he gave Cid a look of bewilderment. Cid just wiped his brow, as if to say 'that was too close,' and nonchalantly lit up a cigarette. Then he looked back at Vincent, motioned near his chest, and mouthed, "do they feel real?" Vincent shot Cid a poisonous glare, and extended the middle digit on his claw, as Cid gave him a 'what did I do?' look. Then, Tifa turned to Cid, who immediately found his awkward composure, and flashed her a large, toothy grin.
"And Cid, experimenting with your own sexuality, or being curious is quite normal too. You don't need to call poor Vincent a liar." Cid's jaw dropped. Before he could say anything, Tifa went on. "I mean, he's sharing something really private with you! Even showing it to you! That can't be easy. You really should give him a little more of your respect."
"Yeah, Cid." Vincent chimed in, reveling in the fact it was Cid's turn to be embarrassed. Again, Cid opened his mouth to cuss both of them out, when Vincent's rare smirk reminded him that it would get him nowhere if he did. The best thing to do at that moment would be to play along, and just be glad it was Tifa who stumbled upon them and not Barret.
"Yeah… you're right." Cid said slowly. "He even damn near burned his hair off for me. What a guy."
Tifa smiled. "Well! I can see that you're not used to dressing as a woman yet, Vincent," she said, looking Vincent up and down. Vincent smiled weakly and shrugged. "I admit, I'm not used to this," he replied.
"Well, it takes some practice!" Tifa said with a cheerful smile. "But don't worry, Vincent. I'll show you how it's all done."
"Huh?" Vincent replied dumbly. With that, Tifa grabbed Vincent by the hand and set him down. She shoved the dress Cloud had worn at Vincent, insisting it was by far the better choice for him as a man to wear, considering it was made especially for a man.
"I'll turn around as you change." She said as she twirled to face away from Vincent. She waved her hand behind her as if to tell Vincent to hurry. "Put it on so we can get to the fun stuff!" She exclaimed. Vincent turned to Cid as if to look for some sort of help, but Cid just shrugged. We might as well go along with it, Cid thought. Shit's too deep now. We can't walk away. Vincent sighed, and began to change. He had to admit, it was nice to get out of that dress and into something more comfortable, even if it was another dress.
"Oh Vincent, that suits you so much better!" Tifa exclaimed jumping up in excitement as she saw Vincent. "Now let's do your makeup!" She pulled Vincent by the hand and into the chair again, and turned to the makeup scattered across the table. "Now, "scarlet rose" lipstick would be such a beautiful contrast to your black hair and fair skin. If we used just a touch of "rosy pink" to blend in along your cheek bones, I think it would create a really striking effect. Don't you think so Cid?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Sure." Cid replied, pulling out another cigarette.
And so poor Vincent went through yet another transformation. Tifa gave him pointers along the way, everything from how to blend foundation, to how much eyeliner is too much. Vincent sweated through it all, as Cid chain-smoked in the corner, occasionally trying to stifle a laugh here and there. By the time Tifa had finished with her victim, Vincent was looking startlingly womanlike. His bra had carefully been re-stuffed, and sat on his chest in a surprisingly realistic fashion. His long black hair was neatly in a bun, and kept in place with two black chopsticks. Two strands of hair framed his face, which was expertly made up with black eyeliner, grey eye shadow, red lipstick, foundation, powder, and a hint of blush. Tifa had even painted Vincent's nails a deep red. It was quite an upgrade from the first cross-dressing experience.
"Voila!" Tifa exclaimed triumphantly as she turned Vincent to the mirror. For a split second, Vincent was impressed with what a pretty woman he made.
"What do you think?" She asked Vincent.
"Umm…it's great. Thanks Tifa. Thanks so fucking much…" Vincent replied with a slight growl. Tifa beamed.
"What about you Cid? Does he look hot or what?" Cid started a little at the question.
"Yeah, Cid. Don't you think I'm hot?" Vincent's voice was deadpan, as was his face.
"Umm…yeah. Real…hot," Cid replied hesitantly.
Tifa was satisfied. She gave Vincent another hug, and then headed for the door. As she reached the doorknob, she turned back to Vincent and Cid. Her expression got quite serious.
"Guys, I love you no matter what. Even you, Cid," she told them. "I won't tell anyone about this, I promise. But whenever you guys feel ready, I'm sure everyone else will support you." She smiled again. "Yuffie might take it the hardest Vincent, but you are who you are. She'll get over it." With that she left the unlikely pair in the bathroom.
It was silent between Vincent and Cid as they stood exactly as Tifa had left them. Clearly, Vincent was fuming. Cid shifted a little, then glanced up at Vincent.
"You look really nice, Vincent." He said in an attempt to break the silence.
"Cid." Vincent said calmly. "I'll give you until the count of three to get out of my sight."
"Right." Cid said as he quickly left the bathroom. Time to cook up plan C!
Yeah, you heard the man. This isn't over yet!