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

Comments

Fill: Reconfiguration

[willow-fae-20.livejournal.com]

The first time she does it she's not real sure what exactly she's doing. She doesn't take too long to really think about it. She just yanks her longish hair up into her battered, old 'trucker hat', puts on her 'fuck you, I belong here' attitude, and asks about the haunting. She gets a couple of 'side-eyed' looks, a few guys still look at her chest more than her eyes; so she knows she's gotta do more.

Sitting at a bar a few weeks later, she's regretting her choice not to have done any research. The ace bandage is too tight. It's almost cutting off her oxygen. That's not good. What is good is the fact that she hasn't gotten hit on once. She bit the bullet and got her hair cut. Like, she went to one of those chain-salons and just said 'hack it off', but it's better then she ever could have done for herself. So, Jo takes stock of her situation, she's gotten some good intel, won a few rounds of pool, and she can't breathe. She leaves the bar.

A month and a half later she's standing at a Mailboxes, Ect. with an orange slip in one hand and a sly grin on her face. She did her research. Not sure if her daddy'd be proud, or pissed at what she's doing. She's leaning toward proud though; she's carrying on the family business; the 'real' family business. Not just working the bar for tips at the Roadhouse. Finally she steps up to the counter and hands over her slip. the name on the box is technically hers. She set this one up for 'Joe Harvelle', so that's what the orange slip says.

She opens the package in the truck, it's like Christmas, she doesn't want to wait. It looks a little like a bulletproof vest. Although she knows it wont offer protection against the things she's fighting. She drives back to the motel in high spirits.

An hour later Joe heads to the bar. She's heard whisperings of something, might be a water sprite, might not; she wants to look into it either way. A few patrons glance up when she walks in, but it's not like before. Now they look up, see Joe, and go back to their drinks. No lingering, appreciative stares. No watching her chest while she sharks them out of cash at the pool table.

All it took was a little research, a little gumption, and a slight realignment of self.

Re: Fill: Reconfiguration

[rattyjol.livejournal.com]

This is perfect, thank you! :D

All it took was a little research, a little gumption, and a slight realignment of self.

[natural-blue-26.livejournal.com]

She opens the package in the truck, it's like Christmas, she doesn't want to wait. It looks a little like a bulletproof vest. Although she knows it wont offer protection against the things she's fighting. She drives back to the motel in high spirits.

An hour later Joe heads to the bar. She's heard whisperings of something, might be a water sprite, might not; she wants to look into it either way. A few patrons glance up when she walks in, but it's not like before. Now they look up, see Joe, and go back to their drinks. No lingering, appreciative stares. No watching her chest while she sharks them out of cash at the pool table.

This whole piece is just perfect. ♥