"Vinny I need a hand!" Habit yelped from somewhere upstairs. Vinny sighed and put down his pencil. He had taken to doodling and sketching when he had nothing else to do. Habit had been limiting his internet use recently so he was starting to get creative with pass times.

"I'm coming." Vinny called back glancing down at his paper. It was filled with eyes. They were the hardest part of the face to draw and he had been working on them. Still it made him shiver a little because he couldn't help but find it creepy. Vinny went upstairs. "Where are you?"

"In my bedroom." Habit sounded grumpy and frustrated. Vinny followed his voice fervently hoping whatever had upset Habit was not his fault and Habit wasn't just looking for someone to take it out on.

"What do you nee-" Vinny asked sounding at the doorframe into Habit's room and stopping short when he spotted Habit. Habit was wearing a dress. A black one with a slightly puffy multilayered skirt that seemed to have purple sparkles in it. The dress ended at his knees and Vinny noticed Habit had shaved his legs. Vinny blinked in shocked confusion. His mind refusing to interpret what his eyes were seeing.

"Well don't just stand there." Habit growled at him. "I can't get the zipper done up all the way. I need a hand."

"Okay." Vinny said shaking himself out of his stupor and crossing to Habit. Habit turned his back to Vinny and Vinny did the zipper on the back of the dress up the rest of the way.

"Done?" Habit asked.

"Yep." Vinny said stepping back. Habit swung his arms experimentally testing the constraints of the short sleeves. He bounced laughing a little at the way the dresses skirt flounced. He turned back to Vinny smiling then did a twirl making the skirt flare out so it revealed most of his thighs. "What do you think?" He asked giving a grin that let Vinny know that no matter what he said, Habit thought he was damn cute.

Vinny couldn't seem to make his tongue work. He stuttered something unintelligible and Habit rolled his eyes.

"That cute huh?" Habit asked smiling crookedly. Vinny blushed. "I love this dress. I was kinda considering hopping into a female body to wear it but then I was like. Aw fuck it, I don't have a gender so the body I'm in doesn't need one either. I can wear whatever I want."

"A-are you going out?" Vinny asked.

"Why, do you want to take me out?" Habit asked teasingly. Vinny's blush deepened and he looked away. "nahh." Habit sighed. "I'm not prepared to deal with the reaction a lot of humans have to a biological male in a dress." Habit sauntered over to the mirror and smoothed his hand over the tight fit. "Don't know why though. I think I look cute. Dressed like this in a female body I'd be able to indulge all kinds of bad habits. Honestly I think Evan's hips look better in this than a lot of the girls I've inhabited."

Habit turned his back to the mirror and looked over his shoulder, doing a funny little shimmy that made the skirt swish and accentuated the gentle curve of his hips. The light reflected off the purple sparkles drawing attention down to the well muscled columns of his legs. He was wearing heals Vinny noticed now, and when he walked up behind Habit, he found that now he was only about two inches taller. Habit had turned back to the mirror and he met Vinny's eyes through the reflection.

"You're way too dressed up for just a normal night in." Vinny pointed out hesitantly resting his hands on Habit's shoulders. The cloth of the dress was smooth and the warmth of Habit's body radiated through it so strongly it hardly felt like the cloth was there.

"Oh?" Habit asked smiling curiously at Vinny. "Do you have a suggestion?"

"I would suggest that really cheesy romance movie thing where they turn on music and dance in the house." Vinny chuckled jokingly. "But I have no clue how to dance." Vinny had been joking but the look Habit gave him was completely serious. Vinny fidgeted as Habit appraised him in the mirror and then turned to face him properly.

"I know how." Habit pointed out.

"O-oh, you do?" Vinny stuttered. Habit laughed.

"You don't get to be as old as me without picking up how to dance. Come on I'll teach you." Habit promised, pulling Vinny out of the room and down into the living room where there was more space and a computer.

"O-okay." Vinny agreed when Habit was already on the computer searching youtube for the song he wanted. He seemed to find it quickly because there was music playing. He crossed back to Vinny smiling at him.

"There we go." He purred putting one soft hand on Vinny's shoulder. "Now right hand on my waist, left in mine." Nervously Vinny obeyed, Habit adjusted him slightly then took his hand again.

It must have been a playlist that Habit put on because that song bled into another, into another. It was three before Vinny started to feel like he was getting a handle on what was happening. The fifth was faster and Habit let him take control, spinning Habit out and pulling him in so the skirt twirled and wrapped around Habit's legs when he stopped.

Habit laughed. Vinny was grinning too, caught up in the music. There was a light in Habit's eyes that was very different from the usual manic gleam. Vinny was sure he was matching. They danced for most of the night until Vinny was tired and he knew Habit's feet must be hurting but it only got better.

When they couldn't dance anymore Habit asked Vinny about the romantic movies he had been referencing. Habit didn't watch many movies and had never seen any of them. They ended up curled up on the couch together watching one of them. Habit took off his heels and tucked his feet up under the skirt of his dress in a way that Vinny found oddly adorable. When Habit fell asleep on Vinny's shoulder near the end of the movie he found he didn't mind, they could watch the end in the morning.