Will-probably-be-scrapped-later beginning of a genderqueer Usopp fic
Nami wasn’t the first to dress him up. He’d played around in his mother’s too-big dresses when he was little, but everyone did that, right? And maybe he’d worn them a few times when he wasn’t so little, but that was just in her memory.
Nami was the first to make him feel like he wanted this.
It was before the Grand Line, even. Sometime around Logue Town, probably. Sanji was buying food in port and Luffy had tagged along after him and Zoro had tagged along after Luffy. Nami and Usopp had stayed behind to watch the ship.
Well, Nami was watching her newest purchases more than the ship.
She was parading around the deck, showing Usopp her hundredth newest outfit when she stopped suddenly. She squinted at Usopp, poked his skinny sides and squeezed his noodly arms.
“Come with me,” she said. Usopp didn’t have a chance to remind her that they were both supposed to be watching for enemies. She grabbed him by the arm and dragged him into her room.
She pointed him to a pile of skirts and dresses and panties and watched with her hands on her hips and a smirk on her lips as Usopp dressed himself with less complaint than she’d been expecting.
“You look good,” she’d told him, as he’d stood there in a polka-dotted sundress that just reached his knees, black lace panties and a bra that didn’t fit his chest right underneath. He still didn’t want to admit how happy that had made him.
It became a sort of game, a habit. Maybe the others didn’t know- he liked to think they didn’t, but with this crew you never knew.
Robin knew as soon as she joined the crew. Robin knew everything. She joined the fun, dressing Usopp in her own image, tight black leather and lace.
He enjoyed being their dress up doll more than his pride would let him admit.