"Red……or black?"

Crunching filled the semi-silent room as the question at hand went unanswered. It was the kind of crunch that had its rough start but sooth out softly for the finish; that type annoyed the assassin for its unique sound came from the one thing she couldn't stand to eat. Chips and ranch dip. Growling, the platinum haired woman roughly hit her blonde haired friend with the plastic covered dress on the legs.

"HEY!" Ashjan yelped out, "What was that for?"

"I'm asking you which damn dress to wear, but you are too preoccupied in stuffing your fat face."

Ashjan chuckled as she quietly brushed the excess crumbs off of her mini skirt and Christie's silk sheets. "Sorry, when I eat chips you know I can't hear."

"That isn't just when you eat dumbfuck."

Ashjan scowled. She hated it when her friend got like this. "Sorry sheesh. Now, I say the red dress."

Christie examined her friend's pick of fashion and held it up against her body in front of her full body three way mirror. "It's not too much is it?"

Ashjan shook her head. "Nope, I like it. By the way, where are you going?"

"Dinner."

"With?"

"Elliot."

"Why?"

"Because."

"Because why?"

"This isn't 21 questions Ashjan."

The blonde girl giggled lightly as she walked up to her friend and examined her self too.

Christie didn't actually know why she would be fixing herself up when it as SHE who needed the fashion advice.

At first, she began to regret asking her friend for advice on fashion but since her credentials in fashion design had a one up over her current knowledge over the subject, she really had no choice. It wasn't that she was clueless on the matter at hand; she just wanted to look a bit more feminine fir the occasion taking place tonight. Anyone could piece together a nice top and skirt with some strap shoes and such without thinking twice, but since Christie was meeting the parents she had to look a bit more special.

"Aren't you supposed to be helping me?"

"Oh yea!" Ashjan squeaked as she abruptly stopped fixing her pushup bra, "Alright, let's see your tits."

"EXCUSE ME!?"

Ashjan sighed. "Bitch calm down. Like it or not, the size of your breasts effect what dress you should wear."

"You better stick with taking a mental picture." Christie shot back with venom in her voice, causing Ashjan to step back a bit.

"Sorry…..okay ummm…..you're about……a D cup I bet…so…..a strapless dress is certainly out the question."

"Most of my dresses are strapless."

"Oh…..well……we can improvise."

"Excuse me?"

"Just trust me Chris!" Ashjan shouted back as she ran into Christie's rather large walk in closet to find something suitable to wear, "I know what I'm doing!"

Rolling her eyes as she draped her silk white robe over her flawless physique, Christie sat down on top of her bed and began to lie down; only to think of her retard friend and her crazy idea of a dress and her blonde love Elliot.

PRINCESSLADYPRINCESSLADYPRINCESSLADY

Hands fumbled with the silk multi-colored tie as faint sounds of mumbled curse words echoed through out the silent room. If life depended on the finishing of said tie, Elliot would have died long ago. To save his life he couldn't get the contraption right. He knotted it up a few times earlier, and even managed to tear the label off of the back. Since it was a very expensive brand of clothing, the label tore of parts of the threaded article and resulted in a hole in the back. At first Elliot thought no one would notice, but since the hole was rather large, an item to cover it was in order. He tried superglue, duct tape, and even gum. Although none of his methods worked, he managed to cover the whole with a napkin colored in pink and green markers. For an odd reason, he thought he was a genius for thinking of this.

"DAMMIT!" He shouted, "Why can't I get this shit right!"

"Language son." A voice called out from the doorway as its owner walked towards the blonde boy.

"Sorry. I just can't get this right."

"Let me help." He offered as he undid Elliot's tie, eyeing him suspiciously when he figured out that a napkin was stapled behind it. Deciding it was better to not know, the man quickly took off his tie and began to fix it unto Eliot, "So…you ready for your dinner?"

"I guess…….I just hope mom doesn't get to touchy."

"Why?"

"You know how mom can be sometimes."

His father chuckled. "She just looks out for you."

Elliot scoffed. "Father please. She just does that to humiliate me."

"I admit she does have her times when she goes over board" the man paused and finished the tie while stepping back to examine his work, "But she does it because she loves you."

Elliot sighed. "Yea…I guess you're right; but she has a funny way of showing it when she meets people."

His father laughed again. "Well…..just know she loves you. Now, are you nervous?"

"A little. I don't know how mom will react."

"Is there something you want to tell us before hand?"

Elliot shook his head no slightly. "Nope."

The man then smiled as he reached inside his blazer's pocket and brought out a silver coated object; handing it to Elliot while enclosing it in the boy's hand. "You're old enough and I trust you know when it's time."

Baffled by what his father meant, the blonde opened his now sweaty hand and was soon face to face with a wrapped condom. A slight hue of embarrassment swept across his face as he let out a nervous cough to hide it.

"Thanks dad. But…will mom…"

"Does she have to know?" the man challenged as he began to make his way out of the room, "Let's just keep this between us alright?"

With a wink, Elliot agreed and continued to get ready; making sure he retired his "gift" from his father securely in his pocket. In his mind, he was now officially pronounced ready.

Princessladyprincessladyprincesslady

"I GOT IT!!!!!" A familiar voice called out from the doorway of the walk in closet, "THE PERFECT DRESS!"

"What the hell did you cut?"

"Nothing, believe it or not you had a cute little silver strap dress that was EXTRA cute for tonight."

Sitting up from her resting place, Christie eyed Ashjan and the little dress she was speaking of. Seeing the dress brought back the memories it held with it. She bought it when she was sent on a mission in Paris, France to assassinate a wealthy mob boss who owed money to Donovan. While on the mission she stole about ten grand from his private safe and decided to treat herself to a rather expensive article of clothing since she was in Paris and it was the fashion capitol of the world. She couldn't help but be tempted by her utmost desires as a woman to go shopping.

"I forgot all about that dress."

"I bet, I never seen you wear it."

Christie shrugged as she got up and took the dress from her friend; retiring to the bathroom to try it on. Taking this as a hint to sit and wait for the woman to come out of the bathroom, Ashjan quickly plopped atop of large bed again and returned to her chips and dip.

"So...you still didn't tell me where you were going."

"Dinner with Elliot" she called out through the door, "What didn't you get?"

Ashjan sighed and placed a chip in her mouth. "Where?"

"At his parents."

As if on cue, the blonde quickly began to choke erratically and cleared her throat.

"AT HIS PARENTS?!"

"Yes, that a problem?"

"Dinner with Elliot and with Elliot and his PARENTS….ARE DIFFERENT THINGS!!"

"Sorry I didn't elaborate enough." She replied sarcastically as she stepped out of the bathroom wearing the silver dress. It was a spaghetti strap silver halter dress that cascaded down to the assassin's thighs, showing just enough legs and just the right amount of ass and cleavage. Ashjan couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment for finding the dress. It was her doing so after all that got the assassin to the lovely Cinderella she is right now.

"WOW CHRIS!!" she squeaked, "YOU LOOK HOT!"

Christie chuckled lowly as she began to walk over to her vanity and apply her make-up. "Thanks."

"Elliot might not be able to keep his cock down."

"Ashjan."

"Sorry" she giggled and skipped over to her friend, "Anyway, why are you going to his parents for dinner?"

"To meet them maybe?" she replied as she applied her clear glitter accented lip gloss on her luscious baby pink lips.

"You ready for it?"

The woman nodded as she applied powder shimmer to her neck and chest. "I guess so."

"Nervous?"

"Do I have a reason to be?"

Ashjan shrugged as she began to comb Christie's platinum colored hair into a high top French bun. "I mean…it's your boyfriend's parents. I would be nervous if I were you."

"Well…..I'm good. It's going to be a good evening."

Smiling slightly, Ashjan added the finishing touch of a white Lunar Krista to the side of her friend's head as she grabbed a purse to match Christie's dress from the vanity drawer. Giving the assassin a wink and a thumbs up, Ashjan quickly began to send her friend out of the door and onwards to Elliot's house.