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Shopping Can Be Such a Drag
"It's too small."
"Are you sure? It says 2XL on the tag."
"I can tell you just from looking at it; it's too small.”
"Ugh, seriously?”
“Yeah, I told you guy's sizes are bigger than girl's."
The poodle could only sigh in response.
"Plus, different brands aren't always consistent with each other, like-"
"I got it! Alright?...” she snapped, causing Pat to wince. “Sorry, I just… really don’t care for clothes shopping, like, at all.”
“I know. I still really appreciate you helping me with this, Perci. If it'll make you feel better, we can visit the head shop when we're done."
"Oh, definitely! Definitely down for that."
“But first, we find a dress.”
And so the avian went back to scouring the displays for an even bigger dress. With a roll of her eyes, the canine followed suit, sorting through the racks of old linens. Relax, girl, she told herself, the pay-off will be worth it.
When Patrigue asked her for help looking for a dress, she, like one usually would, assumed it was for another woman. During his awkward, lengthy explanation of why exactly he needed a dress, he stalled by mentioning points about "being open" and "trying new things," further feeding into her assumption of another member of their polycule. So before he could even finish, she put a hand on his shoulder and warmly told him not to worry. As long as he still loved her, she would openly accept Pat's new lover as her metamour. Imagine her surprise when that wasn't the case at all.
"Actually…" he hesitantly clarified. "The dress is for me."
Lo and behold, the parrot had spent a fair amount of his free time binge watching a certain drag race show. Three and a half seasons in, the question finally popped in his head: "How would I look as a woman?"
While he learned a lot from the show: the make-up, the tuck, the sashay, et cetera. However, putting all of it into practice was a little overwhelming, and a bit pricey for the humble college student.
Sadly, he didn't personally know any drag queens in real life that he could ask for help, but he did know someone who probably wouldn't mind.
"None of my other female friends would understand," he told her.
Considering their mutual friend group at Limestone River University, she doubted she was the only one that could help. Nevertheless, she was never one to back away from an opportunity to encourage such allegedly taboo behavior, even if it meant spending her afternoon combing through hand-me-down after ugly hand-me-down at the local thrift shop.
“To be frank with you, I doubt we’ll find anything bigger than 2XL, or anything remotely attractive," she stated. "You're probably better off just shopping online."
"Probably, but then I'd have to buy everything before I can try it on, and I really don't want to bother with the hassle of returning everything."
"Okay, yeah, that's a mood.”
"Hold on a sec…" he said, followed by the plastic cling-clang of hangers bumping into each other.
Gazing in Pat's direction, Perci caught her eye on the dress Pat pulled out the rack. A light yellow sundress. It was rather plain, with no embroidery or sequins for decoration, but considering some of the gaudier selections at this establishment, they couldn't complain.
"What do you think of this?" he asked excitedly. "It says 3XL. It has to fit."
"Huh, guess I was wrong about the size thing," she admitted, inspecting the dress. "Hmm, I don't know. Not the prettiest thing I've ever seen. Might fit at least."
"I'm gonna go try it on!” he burst as he made a mad dash for the fitting rooms.
"Have fun," she waved.
With nothing better to do, she continued perusing the racks of clothes. She found a few unique dress designs, but sadly nothing in 3XL, nor in her own size. Oh well, she was more of a shirt-and-jeans type woman anyway.
**BZZZZT!**
A rumble in her pocket alerted her to a new text message on her phone.
"Come and check me out!" It read, from Pat's number. Huh, guess he wanted a second opinion?
"which room are you in" she texted back as she approached the fitting area.
**BZZZZT!**
"The one all the way on the left."
In her peripheral vision, the canine spotted a bright green face peeking from behind the leftmost curtain.
"Come on in," he beckoned with a whisper, as he opened the curtain halfway, still hiding behind it.
The poodle deftly snuck in and sat down on the bench inside as the curtain shut behind her.
"So, what do you think?" the bird posed.
Perci gazed the cross-dressing conure, taking in every curve of his body and every fold of the dress. She tilted her head, framing and focusing in on each detail while carefully weighing her answers to Pat's inquiry.
"You look like a dude in a dress," she ultimately spat out.
Pat slumped as he glared daggers at her. At times Perci underestimated the way her words came off, and this was no different, but at least she was being honest. Aside from his new attire, he showed no real sense of gender metamorphosis.
"Gee, thanks," he snarked.
"Sorry! It’s just… you still look like you. Maybe with the right wig and makeup it could work."
"But that stuff is so expensive and even if I had the money, I don’t have anywhere to hide all of that in my house, and so help me if I have to explain to Mom and Dad why they found crossdressing stuff in my room, just…”
Whatever was left of his run-on sentence devolved into a long, guttural groan.
He sighed as he wiped the sweat from his brow, "Maybe doing this wasn’t the best idea."
"Hey! Don’t be like that. At least you had the balls to give it a shot anyway. Besides, yellow looks good on you."
"But you just said…"
"I said you still looked like a dude. I didn't call you ugly."
Pat examined himself in the mirror, turning and twisting to make sure he could see his form from every angle.
"You really think so?"
"Yeah! I mean, just because you still look like a dude doesn't mean you can't be a pretty dude."
"Hehe, I'm a pretty dude!"
"Hell yeah! The prettiest dude!"
"No other dudes can hold a candle to my prettiness!"
"Yeah! Give them a twirl and show them how pretty you are!"
And so, he swung his arms from side to side until the momentum was enough to carry his body clockwise. A single spin was not enough, though. He continued to pirouette, each rotation quicker than the last. Within seconds, the hem of the dress gave into the centrifugal force of his twirl. Despite its length, the air-light fabric easily glided around the avian's waist, leaving his lower half free to dance in place.
"Oh!" Perci gasped. "I didn’t know you were in the army!"
"Huh?" The avian quickly stopped himself, bringing his attention back to his friend.
"Your dress, when you were twirling, it flew up," she explained. "I couldn't help but notice you were going commando."
"Oh!" he blushed, flattening the dress against his waist. "I, uh… sorry."
"Oh, psssh! Relax, will you?" she scoffed. "Nothing I haven't seen before. Although…"
Letting her words hang, she beckoned the bottomless bird over with a seductive finger. With bated breath, he complied, pulled in by the lustful gaze of his mistress until he was well within reach of her.
His face was still flushed red, a sight that drew a smirk from Perci's lips. In situations like these, Pat was the one in charge, more often than not, but neither minded the occasional role reversal. It had been a while after all, which is exactly what she thought as she took the hem of his dress and gently lifted it back up.
Reflexively, he reached to cover himself, but just as swiftly as he reacted, he remembered who's hands he was in and how he was no stranger to this kind of play. It was time for him to be vulnerable. He cupped his hands at his chest and let her expose himself a second time.
"Just curious as to what made you decide to go commando is all," she clarified, eyeing up the familiar green member and hefty balls dangling between Pat's thighs.
"Well… it just didn't feel right wearing them. This dress is so light and loose, and my underwear's waistband was so tight compared to it. So I took them off."
Perci couldn't help but notice how his cock twitched as he said those last words.
"Maybe we should get you some matching panties to properly take care of this," she teased, stroking a finger along his meaty shaft
Stammering at her touch, "I-I don't think they s-sell underwear here, Perci."
"A shame. Guess you'll just have to go bottomless, then."
Again, he twitched.
"Although…" She continued, grasping the full circumference of his manhood, "It seems this guy down here doesn't seem to mind."
"Mmm!"
"Honestly, it's one of the benefits of wearing a dress. Usually more of a jeans person, but sometimes you just wanna feel the air on your legs…"
"Mmph!"
"As well as other things," she punctuated with a light squeeze.
"Perci?"
"Yeah?"
"Should we really be doing this? We could get caught."
She shrugged, "Eh, I guess not."
Reluctantly, she released his penis as well as the hem of the dress, letting it fall over his now erect member.
"Sorry, didn't mean to get carried away like that."
"No, it's okay. I know how you like to get frisky when it's risky."
"Heh, wordsmith."
"If I'm being perfectly honest, I kind of enjoyed it, too."
"Ooooooooooooh? Well, if that's the case, how about I give you a choice," she offered, "We could get back into your regular clothes and take care of it at home, or… “
She leaned in and pointed to his tenting front, “You can lift up that dress for me and I can help you take care of it… Right. Here.”
To be continued…