Angelo loves his family. He loves his caring mother, his helpful mother’s girlfriend, and his horrible yet loving sisters. And he knows they love him too.
But oh how he hates them sometimes.
The party was going to be long, Angelo knew that. He should have waited to put on his binder but he was excited! Plus he was spending most of the day with Oz dammit!
So whatever. He’ll just change into a shitty sports bra at the party.
He swore that to himself as he changed
He swore that to himself as he picked up Oz
He swore that to himself as they pigged out at the buffet
And MAYBE he forgot it when he and Oz started dancing.
Can’t blame him. He was having so much fun with Oz, he barely noticed this hissing of his sisters’ snakes.
“Oh hey bitches!” He grinned, slightly out of breath. “Having fun!”
“Mhm!” Aria nodded. “I got autographs from Black Betty and Mister Wormwood! But that’s not why we are here.”
“Is something wrong? Did someone hurt you?! WHO’S ASS DO I GOTTA POUND-“
“You haven’t taken your binder off in over nine hours.” Aurora said crossing her arms and glaring.
“Eh, hehehe,” He laughed nervously, shrinking into his boyfriend’s arms. His sisters glared, snakes hissing widely.
It was times like these he remembered why they were called “The Demon Triplets”.
“Go. Change. Now.” Aria hissed, pushing a bag to him.
“But the party just started!” He couldn’t help but whine.
“Babe, c’mon, you need to change.” Oz said gently. “Or else we won’t get to dance more.”
“But, Rosie is singing! I can’t miss that!”
“She’ll be singing again soon. You can miss one.” Aurora said nudging him with her wing. “Shoo. We’ll keep your boyfriend company.”
“Aurora will actually.” Aria said lightening up. “Heart Queen And Fernando arrived! Ooh she looks amazing! i hope she’ll sign my book!”
“You already have her autograph!” Aurora called as Aria flew off. Angelo rolled his eyes but grumbled and stomped bathroom.
Angelo didn’t really have dysphoria. Sure he wanted his tits gone, but he was confident in the body he was in.
Still, binders made him feel a lot more confident than sports bra.
He closed the bathroom stall and unbutton the rose pattern vest and shirt, before pulling off the binder.
Okay maybe his sisters were right, it was a lot easier to breath now. He opened the bag and pulled out a sports bra, and a tank top? He pulled off the sticky attached to it.
A little layering will help you out dickbutt! ~<3
He smiled before putting the sports bra and tank top, and slipping on his shirt and vest.
He made his way out to see his family plus Oz sitting at a table laughing.
“Hey dickbutt! C’mon dinner’s gonna be served!” Aria called. He walked to the table and sat down next to Oz, grasping his hand.
“What are they servin?” He asked looking at the menu.
“Oh some lobster, steak, demon flesh,” Rosie read off. “I wonder if I can get the flesh raw.”
“I’m positive they’ll only serve it raw.” Donna mused. “Oh and Angelo next time don’t wait so long to change out of your binder.” His head snapped to his giggling sisters.
“Lying whores!” He hissed throwing a breadstick at them.
“Serves you right!” Aria declared proudly.
“Besides, we’d never said we wouldn’t tell mami.” Aurora said eating the breadstick. “So we never lied. Insult invalid.” Angelo yelled loudly, slamming his head on the table, while Oz patted him on the back.
His overbearing shitty sisters are amazing and he hates it.
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