Hatori sighed quietly, his deft fingers slowly buttoning down the white dress shirt of the female with precision. It was always difficult, watching her feminine, lithe, little body be transformed right before his very eyes, watching as the maids bound and taped her chest down with expert skill and ease, her womanly figure being taken from her before she was given over to him to dress. It was always the same, old routine.
As it were, besides Kureno, Hatori was the only one in the family to dress as sharply as he did. By now, he had all but became quite the expert on suits and similar clothing items. He was always handed over the God to dress when she had a dinner meeting, or a business affair that required her to shed the silken, red robe and don something a bit more conservative and masculine. Akito's go-to was suits, Hatori wondered if she perhaps took after him in that sense, having watched Hatori grow up around her always finely dressed.
He wouldn't hold his breath.
Defeated, the girl- now boy- was limp, slumped over in the chair in front of the dragon as he knelt down, hiking up her exquisitely tailor slacks to slip on the black, leather loafers. With the job now completed, Hatori sat back on his heels and studied her from head to toe, ensuring that he hadn't missed anything of import.
As per usual, her face was blank, with the ever so slightest hint of a scowl. To watch her change genders so fluidly, against her will- Hatori could see it, he could see the pain and resentment dancing in her eyes. He knew she found the suits to be itchy and uncomfortable, he was no fool. Miserable, she just sat there as Hatori gave her a once, twice over, before reaching up.
Long, skilled fingers gently adjusted her tie, pushing the knot upwards just ever so slightly, careful not to choke her as he'd done in the past. Giving it one last straighten, Hatori nodded and rose to his feet. "We are finished, Akito. We happen to be on time as well. Follow me, I'll get the car ready."