"I can't believe this." Edward snarled to himself. Not only did he have to wear what Izumi picked out for him, for three whole days! But he had to wear it in public as he went to central, to apologize to the colonel for his disrespect. That bastard was never going to let him live it down.
That was where he was headed now, before he'd even eaten breakfast. He hoped to be there and back before anyone else got to work, he couldn't stand the humiliation if all of Mustang's team saw him like that. But now that he was actually on his way he doubted he'd get there by lunch, considering he wasn't very good at walking in high heels.
Alphonse slowly walked beside him, Edward turned to glare as the suit of armor gave a noise that sounded rather like a snicker.
"What are you laughing at?" He demanded.
"Nothing." Alphonse assured him, holding his hands up. Edward glared, and his brother shifted uncomfortably. Then the elder Elric turned away, knowing he couldn't be angry with his younger brother at the moment. Alphonse said he forgave him for not telling him his plans, but Edward still felt he had to make it up to his brother somehow.
"Go ahead an laugh," Edward said, " I know I would if it weren't me dressed like this." so saying he touched the end of his skirt, just above the middle of his thigh. Even with the tights that covered his legs, hiding the metal of his automail leg, he felt rather naked. He blamed it on the fact that Izumi had forced him to shave his human leg, leaving the skin smooth and with no hairy protection against the environment. The tight shirt he wore was also useless against the cold, covering his chest and his arms but leaving his stomach bare. The white gloves he wore and the watch dangling from his waist were the only familiar things in his current wardrobe.
But what he hated most about the outfit was what his teacher had done to his hair. She'd forbade him from tying it up, forcing him to let it fall to his shoulders it silky golden curls. He was barely recognizable with it down like that.
"Brother." Alphonse called, "we're here." Edward looked up, indeed, while he'd been griping to himself about his clothing they'd managed to get to central with no mishaps. He stared at the gate, suddenly feeling very nervous about going in.
"Brother, you'd better go in. Teacher will be angry if you don't do what she wants promptly." Alphonse cautioned.
"yeah I know." Edward pushed the gate open, glancing back at his brother, "aren't you coming?"
"Nope, teacher said to wait outside." his brother said, sounding just a little disappointed. Edward frowned, he really didn't want to go in there, especially by himself. He looked at the building then back to where his brother was insistently motioning him forward.
"Well," He steeled himself, "here goes." He went in through the doors, dreading each step as he headed down the hallway to Colonel Mustang's office. His high heels clicked on the ground, a very bothersome noise that made it impossible to ignore his current state of dress. He stopped outside of the office, staring resolutely at the door and trying to get up the courage to go beyond it.
Someone was moving on the inside, Edward looked around frantically for a place to hide as the door swung open. Havoc stood in the doorway, blinking at him sleepily with a mug of coffee in one hand. Edward cringed inwardly, waiting for the burst of laughter that was sure to come out of the other man. Instead, Havoc stepped aside, holding the door open and waiting for him to pass with a really odd smile on his face. With a slight nod of thanks Edward hurried past.
Havoc's eyes filled with tears as he watched the pretty girl head straight for Mustang's office. 'Damn,' he thought as she was stopped by Hawkeye, 'yet another one stuck under his belt. Why can't I ever get girls like that?'
He turned away from the depressing sight, heading out for another cigarette.
Hawkeye stood just outside Roy's office, her gun ready to fire on anyone who dared interrupt with the colonel's paperwork. She looked at Edward as he walked up to her, her eyes widening as she recognized him.
"I need to speak with the colonel." Edward said, gritting his teeth as he gave a slight curtsy, "ma'am."
Hawkeye blinked, then a small smile appeared on her face as she stepped out of Edward's way, "go on in." she said, waving him past. With a look of pure misery Edward went past her, opening the door to the bastard's office and stepping inside.
Roy looked up as the door opened, trying to look busy in case it was Hawkeye coming to make sure he was still working. He froze, the pen falling unnoticed out of his hand and onto the desk top where it rolled off, never to be seen again.
His black eyes tracked up perfectly sculpted legs, up and up, trying to peek beyond her sexy miniskirt. Her torso was also perfect, a little flat-chested but that wasn't the important part. Her stomach was flat and no baby fat was present. Her hands were clasped behind her back, and her head was bowed ever so slightly, cleverly hiding her gaze behind a mass of irresistible blonde curls.
Was it possible, had all his hard work paid off and landed him Fuhrer's position? Had he already given the order that all female officers dress as scantily as possible? The colonel licked his lips to make sure no drool slipped out, a charming smile appearing on his face.
Roy suddenly became aware that the young woman was talking to him and turned his attention to what was being said, his black eyes widening impossibly large as he recognized the voice.
"Forgive me for intruding Colonel Mustang Sir, but I would like to apologize for my actions yesterday. My disrespect was uncalled for and incredibly rude."
Roy stared dumbly for a second or four, his winsome smile transforming into a rather impressive fishlike expression. "Fullmetal?"
Edward nodded slightly, "Yes sir."
"You…you're…You." Roy stopped, looking at his subordinate. The fact that Edward was dressed like a girl, not just any kind of girl, but the kind that was his type, was making it rather hard to think much less talk. Edward waited patiently and eventually Roy managed a complete sentence, "why are you dressed like that?"
Edward looked up at him, "Teacher felt it would be better if this was my punishment." He explained.
Roy studied him silently, a small smile appearing on his lips as he admitted that Fullmetal really did make an attractive young lady.
Edward took his commander's smile to be a mockery of his current situation, but do to rather specific instructions from Izumi he wasn't allowed to call him on it. He had to just stand there and take it if the bastard Colonel wanted to make fun of him. He grumbled silently to himself, it was going to be a very long day.
