cr0wangel
11-07-2007, 03:42 PM
<i>This is a story about cross-dressing. Haha. It made some people giggle, so I thought I should share it. A bit of violence in the story, but I don't think it's classified as mature. It's not typical to what I write, but was a lot of fun. If you might be offended by a guy running around in a dress, don't read! <img src="/smilies/3b63d1616c5dfcf29f8a7a031aaa7cad.gif" border="0" alt="SMILEY" /> Comments are welcome. It was inspired by those manga where the hero is dressed as a girl in an episode to make the fans laugh and the girls say 'awwww'.</i>The assassin stood in the lone pale yellow light of the office, hands gloved, hood covering his face, he listened to the man give him instructions, wrapped in the black fabric of his cloak. Distant thoughts passed through his mind, a faint desire to be elsewhere, performing the kill already or reading a book quietly at a table of a closed inn.The man would be dressed in red, he would come at the gathering hosted by the noble House the assassin had now infiltrated, in the role of a docile servant, he had to serve drinks and offers smile at the party. He needed to bring him in a lonely place and strike there, when people will be too drunk to notice or matter. He wanted this task to be done, even if he could spy, playing as a servant wasn't pleasant. Though, we are all servant of something, he prefered to not be litteraly."You would need to disguise as a woman."The dark elf assassin had a protest movement, his head turning and his brow frowning. "As a woman?""Yes, with a dress and all, you look feminine, I'm sure that once drunk, the men won't make a difference."He swallowed, then his eyes went wide a very brief second, invaded by the image of himself dressed with ribbons in his hair and serving drinks at a ball. What does that mean, they won't make a difference? Shocked and insulted, he didn't ask the question and kept his anger for himself. What kind of task was that? The weirdest request he ever had, he would prefer much to hide and sneak rather than to pose at some false character. Nevertheless, the assassin nodded, hoping to be done with this as soon as possible, feeling the weight of humiliation falling on his shoulders.<div align="center">***</div>Leath climbed the stairs up to meet with the person who will dress him; strangely nervous, he shaked his head, his grey strands trembling, remembering himself it was a job and he had to do it well. His gloved hand opened the door, a woman was waiting for him, half-elf, ready to change him into a feminine thing. This won't be easy, he thought, but his feet passed the door and entered the room. She smiled and talked, she seemed friendly, while the assassin didn't really listen to a word from her, simply staring at the long mirror in front of him. Never stopping her one side conversation, the woman undressed him, Leath felt shivers along his spine, uncomfortable and slightly shy. She glanced at him briefly, with that smile on her face and brought a huge dress, dark purple it was, with blue bright ribbons and velvet, pearls ornating the waist and sleeves, something delicate and obivously made to attract attention.I'm not going to wear this.He took a deep breath, as requested, the woman slipped the robe over his head and shoulders, tying it tightly behind with an amazing speed. Leath blinked, too shocked, the whole clothe was feeling very strange on his skin, never he dressed like this before. "That's perfect", she said, joking about how many women would like to have a waist as small. She laced the purle gown behind, carefully crossing the ribbons to create a slenpid knot. The dark elf's eyes were still wide, unbelieving what he was watching in the mirror. She used a silk scarf inside the dress to create the illusion of a small breast, she slided long lilac gloves into his hands, tying them to the sleeves and leaving none of his skin showing. Once dressed, she asked Leath kindly to sit to have his hair done. He thought he would faint.I look ridiculous.The woman untied his grey hair and took a long time to comb it, using her hands and various items Leath never used himself. A small bun twisted behind, more pearls, a touch of perfume, more jewels, it seemed to last an eternity, his lavender eyes glued on the mirror watching his reflection becoming what he would qualify as a "young shy female", it was rather a terrifying experience. He gave the woman a glare, first visible sign of his disapproval, when she opened a small box and picked out some make-up. "It doesn't hurt", she said, almost laughing, surely she was laughing at him. What a joke. After some hours, the transformation was complete, the look was weird and creepy surprising, the attention directed elsewhere to cover up for the feminine features he didn't have, showing there, hiding there: it was awefully scary to be a girl. Leath looked like a young married woman, all ribbons and giggles, with too much make up and a flower scent. He shaked his head, not used to all of this, the jewels too heavy for his ears, the lipstick annoying and his eyes pleading that someone come and save him from this dress.<div align="center">***</div>Leath had a hard time to walk with the gown and the shoes, but quickly, he composed himself and served the drinks to the guests, keeping his eyes down and hoping no one will ever notice he was in fact a man. Am I that feminine? Many times he wanted to hide, many hands slapped his bottom, many eyes wanted him, it was unbearable until finally the man in red showed and he felt relief knowing the task would reach its end soon.The balcony was perfect for a kill, the shadows were covering them and long curtains were falling each sides of the open doors; there he could kill him with one silent blow, hold the body into his arms and hide it in the curtain before jumping down and running away. Running away. That's really what he wanted to do. The simple noise of the dress when the was walking was irritating him, reminding him of the humiliation. Unoticed, Leath brought his now feminine gloved hand to his inner thigh, feeling there the sharp dagger with his fingers, tied safely around his thigh and ready to strike. How will I get the blade out of the dress fast enough? He sighed, wishing all of this to finish.With a few well worded lies, the disguised assassin brought the target to the balcony quickly, he had him wait there, half-drunk, while he brought more drinks. Poison in a drink would have been more simple, he thought. He rolled his eyes and adopted the feminine posture again, hoping it was the last time he was playing this role. The man talked, drank and talked more, sliding his arm around Leath's small waist and pulling 'her' to him. Soon, the assassin thought, an opportunity window will open and he will strike through it. Leath blushed slightly when the man placed an hand on his breast, glad that it wasn't real and he couldn't feel his hand on him, he watched him for a short moment, unsure. Am I supposed to like that? Again, he felt ridiculous but pushed the insult deep down and focused on the kill.The festive man whispered words to his ear, Leath slided his hand between his own thighs to draw the dagger. "You like me!", the man whispered, sliding his hand there too, following Leath's. His eyes went wide, quickly, the skilled assassin switched the dagger to his left hand and held it on his side, hidden, the man saw nothing, his hand enjoying the soft thigh under the gown. Leath didn't like this, playing the small [Removed for Content] wasn't for him, he deserved better task and better job, never again he would do a job like this.Silently, the blade entered the man's tunic, piercing his chest, the assassin had only one chance, the target didn't make a sound, only a grimace of pain and great surprise, exactly how Leath liked them. The dagger went through his heart then on the other side, the tip going out from his back. Leath held his body, waiting, feeling the warmth of his blood flow and be soaked by his dress. Making sure he was dead, he moved the heavy body against the wall and behind the curtain, covering it. In the room, the party was going on, music and candles, none saw anything of the murder that just happened. Leath sighed and replaced the weapon on his thigh, a huge stain of blood was in front of his dress, how he longed to remove it.He gripped the ramp of the balcony, looking down and let himself slip into the darkness, again the gown made this annoying noise as he fell, a noise of silk and paper. Never again, he thought, never again.<img src="http://public.tektek.org/img/av/m11/d02/9/0ffc96.png" alt="" border="0" />