THURSDAY: CROSSDRESSING

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Hello Everyone, this is hpfangirl71 and I'm your host this week. The theme I've chosen for today is one of my fave kinks and I hope you'll all enjoy it as much as I do. So today's theme will be Crossdressing, You can post any prompts as long as one of the characters is dipping into the clothing of the opposite sex. So this means the gals can be dressing like guys and the men can dress like gals... its all up to you. Any prompt that gets them all dolled up!! Also they don't have to dress in full attire... an obsession with just one item is fine as well. All genres and fandoms are accepted.

As always, here are the rules:

-No more than five prompts in a row. If someone fills one of your prompts, you are then free to prompt again!
-No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
-No spoilers in prompts!
-If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.

Prompts should be formatted as follows:
-Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt

Here are some examples to get you started:
Teen Wolf, Derek/Stiles, Stiles catches Derek in a compromising position with a female wolf and gets the wrong idea so he dresses up in a dress and wig to surprise him when he comes home.
Harry Potter, Draco/Harry, Who would have thought the hero could have a fetish for lace knickers.
Glee, Brittany/Santana, Santana watches the video for Lady Gaga's song You and I and decides to see if she can make herself look like a boy for Brittany.


Have Fun with this theme and again Happy Writing!!

tag=crossdressing

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[iantojjackh.livejournal.com]

Torchwood, Owen/anyone. Owen finds that women's underwear are less confining.

[rattyjol.livejournal.com]

Leviathan, Deryn, the freedom is worth the lie

[rattyjol.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Jo, it's a lot easier to be discreet on a hunt when men aren't trying to chat her up all the time

[willow-fae-20.livejournal.com]

I've not written Supernatural in a couple years, but something about this prompt makes me want to write it. So I'm going to do some research; it probably won't be written today, or even tomorrow. But I definitely want to write this.

LSS: I'm on it!

[rattyjol.livejournal.com]

BtVS, Willow/Tara, one or both spend a day as a man (by crossdressing or magic) without telling the rest of the Scoobies

[kyofujimiya.livejournal.com]

Weiss Kreuz, Omi/anyone, He knows that he's not the only pretty face on the team. Someone else can dress up.

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

Chuck, Chuck/any, Chuck has to pretend to be a woman for a mission and that should not be hot, but it really is.

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

Glee, Kurt/Blaine, "Kurt, this is a terrible idea..." "Blaine. Your parents want you to date a girl. So tonight you will be dating a girl. Or at least you'll look like you are." "Oh god."

[kijikun.livejournal.com]

Boondock Saints, Murphy/Connor, Murphy looks good in silk

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

ASOIAF/Game of Thrones, Brienne, the first time she puts on armor is the first time she feels truly herself

Fill - Her Destiny

[alba17.livejournal.com]

Note: I've never read the books, only seen the show, so all I know about Brienne is from that. Apologies if this is really different from her story in the books.

"Oy, I told you lot to get back to quarters. Why're you still here?"

Brienne turned awkwardly at the sound of the armour master's gruff voice. She wasn't used to moving in the stiff armor she'd struggled on a few minutes before, alone in the stable after the others had retired for the evening. Embarrassment flushed through her briefly. She tamped it down and straightened her spine, daring him to say anything.

"Brienne," he said softly when he saw her face.

She'd sparred with the boys for years. At first, they laughed. With time, she became lean and hard, no spindly girlish arms for her, and eventually she regularly beat them at their own game. Now, they learned from her.

But since she was a girl and they were boys, they were the ones who became squires while she had to stay home with the women, learning embroidery and other dainty tasks that made her crazy with the need for the open sky, a horse's broad body clamped between her legs. Wearing skirts was too much; she bore stoically the other women's cramped disapproval as she strode around in trousers.

When she could, she watched the squires dress the knights and assist them with their armour, carefully noting the order in which they piled on the odd metal gear and memorising the names for the pieces. She didn't know why. Somehow she hoped to join them, even though it seemed impossible. She'd prove herself and take her rightful place. Some day.

On this day, one squire had failed to put away his master's armor. It lay shining on the bench, haphazardly forgotten. She couldn't resist sneaking in and taking a closer look. It was beautiful, the rounded silver plates, the inlaid design unique to its owner. She reached out and touched it, her finger tracing the patterns. She grasped the edge, solid and implacable in her hand. This was what it meant to be a knight. Protector. A solid wall of might against the enemies of one's liege, pledged until death. Her heart thrilled to the thought.

Before she knew what she was doing, she lifted the armour to her shoulders and put it on. It was heavier than she expected, but it felt good. It made her feel stronger, the weight settling on her broad frame like it was meant to be there. Slowly she added more pieces, one by one, until she wore the entire suit. It fit remarkably well. It felt natural.

She lifted her arm to test the movement, imagined a sword in her hand. It would take some practice, but she knew she could master it easily. It was empowering. And frustrating, because it would never happen.

She was about to put on the helmet when the armour master discovered her. She expected a tirade but instead he said, "It suits you."

Her stomach flipped and her heart beat hard under the metal. She thought so too.

"Go on, put on the helmet," he said.

She stared at him for a moment, silent, then slipped it on over her short hair.

"Ah," he said. "There you go." A moment passed while he examined her with approval. "You're missing just one thing."

"What's that?" Her voice sounded strange with the helmet on her head.

He went to the wall and picked out a sword, handed it to her. She took it, the heft familiar in her hand. She tried out a few moves, getting used to the feel of the armour. She grinned at him, feeling more alive than she had for ages.

"Now you're a true knight."

"I'm not. You know I'm not." He was taunting her.

"Oh, some day you will be, Brienne. You may be a woman, but there never was a truer knight than you. I've seen it in you since you were a wee tyke. It's your destiny."

"My destiny." Her soul lifted at his words. For she knew they were true. Nothing would stop it. Somehow, some day, she would fulfill that destiny. Her shoulders pulled back and she straightened to her whole, impressive height, broadening her stance. She found herself planting the sword in front of her, as if at attention. The weight of the armour was insignificant. It served only to reinforce her own sense of herself, what she was truly meant to do in this world. "Yes. I think you're right."

[with-rainfall.livejournal.com]

SPN, Gabriel/Dean, "what's with the tiara and pink feather boa?"

[with-rainfall.livejournal.com]

Author's Choice, Any female/any female, she feels sexy in a tux

FILLED: Pilfered and Period Clothes - Warehouse 13 - Myka/Helena "HG" Wells - PG

[squidgiepdx]

Myka starts putting the finishing touches on her makeup, dropping her lipstick into her bag and sweeping her hair over her bare shoulders as Pete lays on the bed behind her reading a comic book. Since she wasn't giving anything away about her plans for the evening, Pete had decided to stick close. He was like the over-protective brother that she never wanted...

She turns to Pete, the clinging silk of the red dress showing off every curve just how she wants. "This okay?" she asks before going to the closet to pick out a pair of shoes, going for a more subtle heeled black leather pump, even thought it meant changing out accessories.

"Damn, Myka," Pete says, then tosses in a wolf whistle. "You look hot! Who's the lucky-"

Pete's cut off by a knock on the door. "Just a minute," Myka calls, transferring her wallet and belongings to a matching black purse until she gets to her gun. She looks from it, to Pete, and back again.

"You could wear a thigh strap," Pete says, leering at her.

Sighing, Myka responds, "In your dreams, pervert."

Checking the mirror one last time, Myka goes to the door and opens it.

"Oohhh..." Pete says from behind her, Myka adding a "Hi..." a second later.

Standing in the doorway is HG, decked out in a period tuxedo; something Myka might expect out of the 1940s. "You look stunning" Helena says as she grins demurely at Myka before leaning in for a kiss.

"You look... Wow-" is all Myka can respond.

"It's not too much, is it?" Helena asks, voice showing a bit of concern as she runs her hand down the front of the tuxedo, pulling at the shirt slightly to reveal just the hint of breast. Looking down at her tux, she adds, "I've always felt sexy in mens formals for some reason." As she turns to give Myka view of the full package, she adds, "The man at the vintage store in town said it held an air of yesteryear... Though yesteryear for you is still about sixty years after I was born." She smirks at the contradiction.

"So are ya goin' all menswear?" Pete asks, comic book abandoned and at his side.

"Pete!" Myka calls, turning to give him that look.

"What?" he asks, trying to be innocent. "I keep missing pairs of boxers!"

"Try looking under your bed!" Myka hisses. "Seriously, he's a pig!" she says to Helena.

"You don't have to tell me," Helena retorts. She reaches out, taking Myka's arm. "Shall we?" she asks, pulling Myka to her, then guiding her to the stairs.

"What's all the... Damn!" a voice comes from the hallway. "You two kids have fun tonight!" A beat later, Claudia runs out into the hallway, skittering into Myka's room and stopping when she sees Pete. "Did you see those two?" she asks, waggling her eyebrows.

Pete laughs, then notices Claudia is not only wearing one of his tank tops, but also a pair of his pilfered boxers. "Claudia!" he whines.

"What?" she asks. "They're comfy!"

[with-rainfall.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Bela, sneaking into the men's dressing room

[with-rainfall.livejournal.com]

Author's choice, Any female, she wears her ex's watch. And no, not just because it reminds her of him.

The Watch, Stargate Atlantis, Past!John/Elizabeth, PG-13

[hanorganaas.livejournal.com]

As she lays lonely in bed late at night, Elizabeth runs her fingers over John's old watch she now wore on her wrist. The Colonel had worn it for years before she got him a new one for Christmas. At first it was a selfish reason. The moment he took off the old watch to wear the new one, Elizabeth put it on her own wrist.

She always liked wearing men's watches. It was a habit she had when she was younger when she wore her father's watches. The watches men wore weren't frilly, pretty and encased in rhimestones. They were simple and silver the way watches were meant to be.

But now the watch served a new purpose. After their agreement to "take a break" after the whole damn inncident with Kolya, she missed John so. She missed holding him, she missed kissing him, most of all she missed having him at her side. When she ran her fingers over the watch...he didn't seem so far away.

[with-rainfall.livejournal.com]

SPN, any human male, hot pink corset

[ruuger]

The Mentalist, Lisbon, Glenda from "Ruby Slippers" introduces Lisbon to the drag king scene.

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, I like wearing mens clothing.

[ruuger]

The Mentalist, Jane/Lisbon, Lisbon wears the pants in their relationship - also in the bedroom.

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, So what? I like to bind my breasts occasionally.

[(Anonymous)]

Any, Any, "This actually feels quite nice"

Torchwood, Tosh/Suzie, PG

[merryghoul]

There was a men's shirt on Suzie's bed. Tosh saw it.

"I'm not surprised you have this. So when are you wearing it, Suzie?"

"Well, do you want to wear it?" Suzie asked.

Tosh paused. "Well, that's your thing, Suzie."

"Come on. You should at least try something new. Get out of your comfort zone with your maths and all."

Tosh took off her blouse and skirt and put on the men's shirt. It was very baggy on Tosh's body. She twirled around in the shirt.

"You know what, Suzie? This shirt actually feels quite nice."

"Knew you'd like it."

[langstonlover.livejournal.com]

Crossfire Trail, Bo Dorn/Barkow, (The morning after one of them gets drunk and dresses like a saloon girl before they fell asleep together) "Why The Hell Am I wearing A Dress!?"

[deanangst.livejournal.com]

Okay I’m giving this pairing a shot. If you’ve read any of the other Crossfire Trails stories this one takes place … Lets say maybe 5 years before the events of the movie.

Neither one of them are sure exactly how they met, they both agree it must have been in a saloon somewhere, because it was always a saloon. Over the years they found themselves gravitating to each other. So it really should have been more of a shock when they woke up in bed together after hard night of drinking and playing cards. Instead Bruce felt himself relax back into the bed and pull the warm body closer. Bruce chuckled to himself when he felt Bo shift his head trying to get even closer. Who would have known that the killer for hire was a snuggler.


Bruce lay there watching the as the rising sun slowly filled the little bedroom with light. He guessed it was close to 6:00am when Bo finally woke and rolled onto his back, away from Bruce. The sound of rustling satin filled the room.


Bruce shifted to his side and propped his head up on his elbow. Smirking when he saw what was causing the sound.


Bo licked dry lips, his mouth and head both feeling thick from the whiskey he’s consumed the night before. “Why the hell am I wearing a dress!?” Bo demanded.


“Well I’d say it was because your last poker hand couldn’t beat my royal flush. I wouldn’t quit your day job Bo, you wouldn’t make a very pretty salon girl.” Bruce teased.


“I don’t remember you complaining last night.” Bo stated in a huff as he moved to get off the bed.


Bruce caught his arm and pulled him back. “Don’t be running off so soon, I paid for the room for the whole day, and Sarah won’t be needing her dress back until tonight.” Bruce had to admit that the Flush on Bo’s face was prettier that the royal flush that lead them to this moment.

[adlanth.livejournal.com]

LotR/The Silmarillion, Galadriel, She lives up to her mother-name: Nerwen, the man-maiden.

[anidawehi.livejournal.com]

The Avengers movie-verse, Coulson and team, Coulson looked around and realized that none of The Avengers would ever *convincingly* crossdress for justice, but he wasn't sure they wouldn't try anyway.

[natural-blue-26.livejournal.com]

Animorphs, Tobias, the certain rush of power he only gets morphing into Taylor's body

Fill- The Worst Part

[straydog733.livejournal.com]

It’s just about the rush of power. He doesn’t know if that makes it better or worse. Walking through the mall in her body, he feels like everyone is ready to bow down to him, to sacrifice at the altar of his icy beauty. Every girl wants to be him, and every guy wants to have him. He could make or break anyone here with a glance. It’s about the power.

-/-

It’s just about the risk. He doesn’t know if that makes it better or worse. Any Yeerk could see him and wonder what the Sub-Visser is doing here. Or one could approach him, and would he be able to cover enough to have a conversation, explain why she is still alive. It’s foolish, he knows, but it is a little rush of adrenaline just for him.

-/-

It’s just about the connection with Rachel. He doesn’t know if that makes it better or worse. He can feel what it is like to be her, wearing her clothes, living in her world. Feeling strong for once. If this is what a walk in the mall is like for her, no wonder she goes about her life the way she does. He tries not the think about all the implications, or how would he ever be able to kiss her again?

-/-

It’s just about working through the experience. He doesn’t know if that makes it better or worse. He has made her his own, he gets to wear her skin and see through her eyes, and shouldn’t that make her not as scary? It is morphing as therapy, and every one of them would be lying if they said they had not tried it.

-/-

He has a lot of reasons for doing it. That is probably the worst part.

[hawk-dancing.livejournal.com]

Grimm, Renard/Nick or Monroe/Nick, naked under a red silk robe (threesome is good, too ;-))

[hawk-dancing.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Eliot/Nate, sometimes he likes to braid his hair, put on soft things, and just forget about having to be hard all the time