My first fanfic series. I apologize for its craptasticness.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Alek groaned as he looked in the mirror. "Do I really have to wear this?" He looked at the frilly lace and pink ruffles that now engulfed his entire body.
"Yes, you do. Now hold still," Dylan said, tightening the laces on Alek's dress.
"But why?"
"Because Dr. Barlow said we need someone to go undercover."
"But why can't you do it?" He asked. He couldn't be sure, but he thought he saw Dylan's cheeks flush for a fraction of a second.
"Be-because you're shorter than me!" Dylan huffed. "Now, sit down."
Alek pulled up a chair and did as he was instructed as Dylan fetched a mannequin head sporting a wig. Alek watched as Dylan brushed the wig and proceeded to style it into an elegant up do.
As Alek watched, he started thinking about how strange it is that Dylan, of all people, would know how to style hair, but his thoughts were cut off by Dylan placing the hairpiece on his head. He waited patiently as Dylan adjusted it.
"You know," Dylan began, "you don't look too bad as a blonde."
"I must admit," Alek confessed, "I do feel… pretty."
A/N: I realy hope that wasn't too bad. Like I said, this is my first fanfic, so yeah.