Before growing up and moving out of the house, Cloud had often wondered how he would get himself out of bed in the morning.

In the past, nothing short of his mother dragging him would actually get him to wake up. However, all that worrying was for naught, as Butter the cat was all but too happy to take the job into his own hands, or paws.

So, Cloud woke up on the day of that fateful morning like he did every other morning he was able to sleep in long enough that his cat might get hungry

"Meow!"

"OK Butter, I'm up..."

Cloud, after feeding Butter, walked into his living room with blurry eyes to see that something was not quite right. Someone was on his couch.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"Oh, hi. You wouldn't wake up so I decided to let you sleep," said a voice Cloud could recognize anywhere.

"But why are you in my house?" said Cloud. He decided that he did not like waking up to find his ex-boyfriend sitting on his living room couch.

Squall came over to him and looked at him for a while, as if he were examining him. "Hmm..." he pondered. "Okay, I got it. We got a lot of work to do, though."

Cloud was very scared.

"Umm... do I have to ask again? What are you doing here!?!"

Squall went back to where he was sitting and pulled out a bag. He opened it to reveal a wig, some make-up, a dress...

"We agreed to meet at your house remember?" he said.

"Oh, last night, after..." Cloud went bright red.

"Yes, last night, after you figured out that I figured out your not-so-well-guarded secret." said Squall brightly.

"I hate you," said Cloud.

"Whatever." He reached into the bag.

"Put this on." Squall handed Cloud a purple lacy thong.

"Umm... I think you forgot, but you dumped me. You can't make me satisfy your sexual fetishes anymore," said Cloud.

"You don't have to put it on in front of me. Just put it on."

"Why? Why do I need to put it on at all?" Squall looked at Cloud like he was an idiot.

"So...after walking in with a bag full of women's clothing, make-up, and hair, and asking you to put on a thong, you still don't get it yet?" said Squall, and then at a length, "You're an idiot."

"No. I'm tired."

"Too tired to put this on yourself? Or do I have to get it on for you."

"GET OUT!" said Cloud. It was first thing in the morning. He didn't need this.

"Fine. If you don't wanna talk to that silver-haired beast, I'll just take all this equipment I spent so much time and money getting and leave."

"Wait... Sephiroth...what?" Cloud was thoroughly confused.

"You dress up all sexy-like, talk to Sephiroth, who should be at the coffee shop in...Oh, I'd guess an hour or so, and hopefully you'll get somewhere." Squall was looking very smug.

"Wait, sexy-like… as in, sexy to you... as in, like... a woman. You want me to cross-dress?" Cloud was finally starting to get it.

"...Yes." Squall responded as if that were a really stupid question.

"Why would I have to cross-dress to do that? I see Sephiroth four days a week at that place."

"Please. You see him, but don't you want to TALK to him? Maybe actually really get to know him?"

"I'm happy with looking!" Cloud protested. Lamely.

"Really?" asked Squall.

"Well... no." Cloud confessed.

"Then put it on."

"Do I have to?" begged Cloud. It was his last line of resistance, and they both knew it.

"...Only if you want to get to second base, if not, I guess you can just wear the dress." Squall said.

"How would he even be able to tell?"

"Eh, he wouldn't. I just wanted to see you in a thong." Squall admitted.

"Well then, no, I won't put it on." said Cloud.

"No need for this anymore..." Squall pulled a camera out of his jacket pocket and laid it on a table.

"I hate you." Cloud said. He wanted to make sure Squall hadn't forgotten.

"Yeah, yeah..." Squall took out the dress and tossed it to Cloud.

It was a nice dress. It had a very pretty pattern. It was purple. Cloud decided he wanted his curtains that way.

It was also a pretty revealing dress. At least, revealing for a guy.

"It's a very nice dress, but I don't think I can pull off that whole feminine curves thing," said Cloud. "I like the pattern though."

"Well, we're stuffing you, of course," Squall said with a grin.

"It's pointless for me to try and resist this any longer, isn't it?" Cloud guessed.

"Yeah, it is..."

"Ok then. Do your worst."

And that's exactly what he did.

A/N

As promised, enjoy!

Oh, my goodness, what could Squall be up to? I'll give you a hint. No proper yaoi fic with Cloud could be without it.

RandR