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“…Absolutely disgusting.” [POOR SUIGETSU]
“It was a bet okay, a fucking bet. What kind of man would I be if I weren’t wearing this dress right now ?!”

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"..." 8)
“…Absolutely disgusting.” [POOR SUIGETSU]
“It was a bet okay, a fucking bet. What kind of man would I be if I weren’t wearing this dress right now ?!”
"..." 8)
3. Dressed up like a French Maid
This was it, this was the last fucking time he made a drunken bet with his supposed-to-be friends. Of course he lost, noone would be able to balance five bottles full of beer on his head, it was physically impossible, Suigetsu just wished someone had told him that before he made the bet.
And so it came that he stumbled across the campus, wearing a much to short black and white dress ─which he was sure was constructed just to make the frill itch on his skin─ together with black high heels that shouldn’t even exist in his size. His ex-friends even found a Hair Band to match. Needless to say Suigetsu wasn’t pleased, his feet hurt like hell and the constantly rilling up dress was just embrassing, but he refused to back down from this. He would show that, even while wearing that ridiculous outfit, he was a man that stood true to his word. And he was a man dammit !
Suigetsu was just walking the last round, glad that noone had seen him so far. He kept his gaze down, trying to stumble as little as possible, as he rounded the last corner before his dorm. To late he noticed the second pair of feets in his vision before a light impact made him loose the little footing he had.
Looking up he found a girl standing there which he dully recognized from one of his classes. He cursed his bad luck, of couse he had to meet someone he knew, a hot girl none the less. “Look, that isn’t what it looks like..” He tried to explain himself, why he wasn’t sure but he didn’t want anyone, not even strangers, think of him as a crossdresser.