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tallulahgsOn the fifth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me
five crossdressers
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[Title] Grass is Greener
[Fandom] Battle Royale (manga)
[Rating] PG-13 for cursing and mention of sex
[Word Count] 167
[Notes/Summary] Mitsuko Souma considers a client with strange tastes.
Mitsuko had a client once who was into that kinda shit; crossdressing, that is. Should've been restful, because he hardly ever wanted to fuck; just let her dress him up and paint his face and then talk to him as if he were a girl. And when he did want it, she got to be the one saying you've been a very naughty girl, haven't you? and crap like that instead of the usual oh, oh no, please, I'll do anything or make me feel like a woman because both of those were getting old even then.
But it wasn't restful, not really; she always came out of it feeling like she wanted to smack someone. He seemed to think being a girl was so awesome! And she when she got herself off afterwards it was thinking about hurting him, just to give him a damn reality check.
[Title] Playacting
[Fandom] Malory Towers
[Rating] PG
[Word Count] 238
[Pairing] Bill/Clarissa
[Notes/Summary] Set during the fifth form pantomime; Clarissa muses on performance.
Clarissa used to think how fortunate it was that she had been cast as one of the servants in Cinderella's house, because it meant that she and Bill were onstage together in almost every scene, and she was never shy or embarrassed when Bill was around.
But now it's the real performance, and under the lights she's so hot and she can feel the sweat, slick, mingling with the greasepaint on her face.
How fortunate it is that she doesn't have any lines to speak on her own, because her voice would tremble.
Bill is at the front of the stage, declaiming the Baron's speech to Pat, Rita and Mary-Lou about which of his daughters is his favourite. She stands hands in pockets, her shadow spilling back over the bare wood, almost brushing Clarissa's feet. In the sharp light-and-shadow of the stage she could, except for her voice, easily be a boy. Clarissa wonders if maybe that makes it all right. Perhaps it really is just that Bill was wearing riding-breeches and a man's shirt instead of her school tunic. But does that then mean that tomorrow, when the pantomime is over and done with, things will just go back to normal? She should want that, she knows, but she's done enough acting already tonight. On her lips she can taste the Baron's make-up.
[Title] Detective Skills
[Fandom] Death Note
[Rating] G
[Word Count] 670
[Notes/Summary] Crackfic, pretty much; inspired by a phone conversation with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lycoris, meaning that at least half the dialogue and the phrase 'crack-addicted prostitute' can be attributed to her. L, Soichiro and Raito discuss disguises.
"I am beginning to think," Soichiro Yagami says to his son, "that it might do you good to get away from this investigation for a while. Take a break. You seem to be going slightly..." An awkward pause. "Slightly stir-crazy."
"I can explain," Raito says with dignity.
"I'm not sure I want to hear any such explanation..."
"Ryuzaki was talking about disguises," Raito begins. "The efficiency or otherwise of using them in investigations, notable occasions where they have worked well... you get the gist. And then he suggested we practice our skills by calling Misa and asking her to bring over some of her outfits -"
"Actually," L says from the other end of the room, where he is listening to the conversation with mild interest, "I seem to recall that was your suggestion, Raito-kun -"
"It was not -"
"Well, you certainly introduced the idea of asking Misa -"
"The point is," Raito says, turning back towards his father, "is that Ryuzaki put on one of her skirts and then asked me to, ah, assess the efficiency of the disguise. I gave my evaluation -"
"You said I looked like a crack-addicted prostitute," L says, rather mournfully.
"Well, you did!"
"I think both your father and I would like to know where you have gained enough familiarity with crack-addicted prostitutes to make such a judgement," L says, gazing thoughtfully at Raito.
"Look, it's just obvious that that's what you looked like! You're stick-thin, incredibly pale and have massive shadows under your eyes. When you're in jeans and a T-shirt you look like you just spend all your time inside staring at screens, but when you're in a short leather skirt, I'm sorry, you look as if you're on the streets and selling your body in order to get your next fix. Honest feedback is the key to any teamwork, in my opinion -"
Raito's father clears his throat in a get-to-the-point way.
"So, he basically said he'd like to see me do better," Raito says, turning slightly red.
"And... you felt that you could?" his father says at last.
"Your son, Yagami-san, is an admirable person in many ways." L reaches for the plate of cookies on the table next to him. "However, he does share one trait with Kira... he really, really doesn't like to lose."
"Excuse me?" Raito snaps. "You told me that if I didn't do it, you were going to increase your suspicion that I was Kira by another two per cent!"
His father frowns. "What's this?"
"Kira is a person very concerned with social norms," L says, taking a bite of cookie. "He punishes not only those criminals who commit so-called 'serious' crimes, but also comparatively minor felons... bag-snatchers, public nuisances and the like. I simply said that Kira would be unlikely to wish to participate in the disguise because it was transgressive... taboo-breaking, if you like... and that I would have no option but to revise my estimates accordingly. I did also express the concern that Raito-kun was fearful of exploring his feminine side, however, and -"
"I think I've heard enough." Soichiro gets to his feet. "Raito, I can't help feeling that it would do you good to spend some time apart from Ryuzaki for a few days..."
L widens his eyes. "I thought you would be pleased, Yagami-san. After all, Raito-kun did prove himself to be dissimilar to Kira in this matter, and put on the skirt. It looked rather striking."
"Yes. As I saw."
"I doubt Kira would have responded in such a manner." L pops the last piece of cookie into his mouth, chews thoughtfully, and then continues, "All in all, I feel the afternoon's been rather a success." He glanced at the other two. "I'm sorry that you don't seem to feel the same way."
[Title] Identity
[Fandom] Battle Royale (manga)
[Rating] PG
[Word Count] 396
[Notes/Summary] Shou Tsukioka considers gender identity.
When Shou Tsukioka was ten years old he decided that he must be a girl really.
He was still living with his mother at that time, a woman who harboured what seemed to be an unnecessary amount of resentment over being impregnated by a man who not only decided the next day that he'd made a terrible mistake and never wanted to see a girl naked again, but that really he'd rather leap off the career ladder altogether and go and open a gay bar. Later Shou would realise that the silly bitch was just a sore loser, but when you're ten it's harder to see reality for what it is, and logical deduction had led him to believe that he must be a girl. Girls want to kiss boys and girls like wearing make-up and pretty clothes and girls gossip and whisper and have oh so many secrets.
He stole the sailor suit school uniform from the local mall. It was a cut-price version, sold in a store that smelt of plastic and dust, where the lights flickered and the stock had stray threads peeling away already. The place made Shou feel sick, but he deduced - rightly - that no one would notice or care if he walked out with some of the stock. He'd thought up a cover story, about how his mother was sick and his sister had no clothes to wear to school, but in the event it wasn't needed.
And then back home with a chair up against the door he put on the uniform and stood in front of the mirror, wanting to dance and feel pretty, but realising already that things were not quite right. It was too tight round the shoulders and the skirt was a bit short, and he didn't look like a girl, he looked like him in a dress.
Back then he didn't understand what was wrong. It was only when he went to live with his father that he realised. It's not about being a girl, because he's not, he learnt that later. It's about being more than a girl. Swinging oh-so-far this way means you're something different, and jewellery and patterns and feathers and fur bring out the real you, because binary distinctions are so restrictive.
[Title] Renegade
[Fandom] Jet Set Radio
[Rating] PG
[Word Count] 393
[Notes/Summary] Cube tells Mew about a change of identity from her past.
"Hey, when I was a renegade, I once spent an entire six months as a guy." Cube gives her spray can a rough shake, then tilts her head to one side, considering the half-done tag plastered across the dusty red wall.
Next to her, Mew turns, her eyes widening. "You did?"
"Uh-huh."
"Well... why?"
"Hey, kit, you may pretend to be naive, but you know the score. Not everyone's as equal-opportunity as the GGs, are they? I just... didn't need the hassle."
Mew starts to paint her own tag, tongue between her teeth, but after a few moments she stops, turns back to Cube. "But how? I mean, you're - you look -"
"Short hair. Took out the nose stud. I was only thirteen and a late bloomer, so I was still all ironing board. The old baggy-jeans-and-hoodie combo, and an attitude that makes Gum look like - well, like you."
Mew snorts. "Ha ha. I... was it... I mean, did you like it?"
"Nice not getting wolf-whistled at," Cube says. She adds another line to the tag. "Nice not getting hit on - like I said, late bloomer. Got into a bunch of fights though. You know guys. But hey, that's a good education when you're aiming to be in our line of work, right?"
"Why'd you stop?"
"I got boobs, I got Goth, and I got Combo." Mew raises her eyebrows, so Cube continues, "first is self-explanatory, right? Second - suddenly I wanted to wear eyeliner and silver jewellery."
"And Combo? Did he - I mean, did he know?"
"We were both renegades. Did the rudie equivalent of nodding to each other on the subway, y'know? Then I saved his ass when he got cornered by the cops. Diversionary shit. So we decided to pal up, and when he found out I was a girl he didn't care. Said it didn't change nothing. So I swung round to his way of thinking."
Mew glances down at herself, at her lace-trimmed dress and stockings. "Okay, now I feel really freakin' girly."
Cube laughes. "Oh, come on. Being a rudie's all about self-expression, right? Whether it's crossdressing or showing off your boobs." She adds one final line to the tag, then steps back, smiling at the result.
five crossdressers
Written for and posted to
12dayschristmas.[Title] Grass is Greener
[Fandom] Battle Royale (manga)
[Rating] PG-13 for cursing and mention of sex
[Word Count] 167
[Notes/Summary] Mitsuko Souma considers a client with strange tastes.
Mitsuko had a client once who was into that kinda shit; crossdressing, that is. Should've been restful, because he hardly ever wanted to fuck; just let her dress him up and paint his face and then talk to him as if he were a girl. And when he did want it, she got to be the one saying you've been a very naughty girl, haven't you? and crap like that instead of the usual oh, oh no, please, I'll do anything or make me feel like a woman because both of those were getting old even then.
But it wasn't restful, not really; she always came out of it feeling like she wanted to smack someone. He seemed to think being a girl was so awesome! And she when she got herself off afterwards it was thinking about hurting him, just to give him a damn reality check.
[Title] Playacting
[Fandom] Malory Towers
[Rating] PG
[Word Count] 238
[Pairing] Bill/Clarissa
[Notes/Summary] Set during the fifth form pantomime; Clarissa muses on performance.
Clarissa used to think how fortunate it was that she had been cast as one of the servants in Cinderella's house, because it meant that she and Bill were onstage together in almost every scene, and she was never shy or embarrassed when Bill was around.
But now it's the real performance, and under the lights she's so hot and she can feel the sweat, slick, mingling with the greasepaint on her face.
How fortunate it is that she doesn't have any lines to speak on her own, because her voice would tremble.
Bill is at the front of the stage, declaiming the Baron's speech to Pat, Rita and Mary-Lou about which of his daughters is his favourite. She stands hands in pockets, her shadow spilling back over the bare wood, almost brushing Clarissa's feet. In the sharp light-and-shadow of the stage she could, except for her voice, easily be a boy. Clarissa wonders if maybe that makes it all right. Perhaps it really is just that Bill was wearing riding-breeches and a man's shirt instead of her school tunic. But does that then mean that tomorrow, when the pantomime is over and done with, things will just go back to normal? She should want that, she knows, but she's done enough acting already tonight. On her lips she can taste the Baron's make-up.
[Title] Detective Skills
[Fandom] Death Note
[Rating] G
[Word Count] 670
[Notes/Summary] Crackfic, pretty much; inspired by a phone conversation with
lycoris, meaning that at least half the dialogue and the phrase 'crack-addicted prostitute' can be attributed to her. L, Soichiro and Raito discuss disguises."I am beginning to think," Soichiro Yagami says to his son, "that it might do you good to get away from this investigation for a while. Take a break. You seem to be going slightly..." An awkward pause. "Slightly stir-crazy."
"I can explain," Raito says with dignity.
"I'm not sure I want to hear any such explanation..."
"Ryuzaki was talking about disguises," Raito begins. "The efficiency or otherwise of using them in investigations, notable occasions where they have worked well... you get the gist. And then he suggested we practice our skills by calling Misa and asking her to bring over some of her outfits -"
"Actually," L says from the other end of the room, where he is listening to the conversation with mild interest, "I seem to recall that was your suggestion, Raito-kun -"
"It was not -"
"Well, you certainly introduced the idea of asking Misa -"
"The point is," Raito says, turning back towards his father, "is that Ryuzaki put on one of her skirts and then asked me to, ah, assess the efficiency of the disguise. I gave my evaluation -"
"You said I looked like a crack-addicted prostitute," L says, rather mournfully.
"Well, you did!"
"I think both your father and I would like to know where you have gained enough familiarity with crack-addicted prostitutes to make such a judgement," L says, gazing thoughtfully at Raito.
"Look, it's just obvious that that's what you looked like! You're stick-thin, incredibly pale and have massive shadows under your eyes. When you're in jeans and a T-shirt you look like you just spend all your time inside staring at screens, but when you're in a short leather skirt, I'm sorry, you look as if you're on the streets and selling your body in order to get your next fix. Honest feedback is the key to any teamwork, in my opinion -"
Raito's father clears his throat in a get-to-the-point way.
"So, he basically said he'd like to see me do better," Raito says, turning slightly red.
"And... you felt that you could?" his father says at last.
"Your son, Yagami-san, is an admirable person in many ways." L reaches for the plate of cookies on the table next to him. "However, he does share one trait with Kira... he really, really doesn't like to lose."
"Excuse me?" Raito snaps. "You told me that if I didn't do it, you were going to increase your suspicion that I was Kira by another two per cent!"
His father frowns. "What's this?"
"Kira is a person very concerned with social norms," L says, taking a bite of cookie. "He punishes not only those criminals who commit so-called 'serious' crimes, but also comparatively minor felons... bag-snatchers, public nuisances and the like. I simply said that Kira would be unlikely to wish to participate in the disguise because it was transgressive... taboo-breaking, if you like... and that I would have no option but to revise my estimates accordingly. I did also express the concern that Raito-kun was fearful of exploring his feminine side, however, and -"
"I think I've heard enough." Soichiro gets to his feet. "Raito, I can't help feeling that it would do you good to spend some time apart from Ryuzaki for a few days..."
L widens his eyes. "I thought you would be pleased, Yagami-san. After all, Raito-kun did prove himself to be dissimilar to Kira in this matter, and put on the skirt. It looked rather striking."
"Yes. As I saw."
"I doubt Kira would have responded in such a manner." L pops the last piece of cookie into his mouth, chews thoughtfully, and then continues, "All in all, I feel the afternoon's been rather a success." He glanced at the other two. "I'm sorry that you don't seem to feel the same way."
[Title] Identity
[Fandom] Battle Royale (manga)
[Rating] PG
[Word Count] 396
[Notes/Summary] Shou Tsukioka considers gender identity.
When Shou Tsukioka was ten years old he decided that he must be a girl really.
He was still living with his mother at that time, a woman who harboured what seemed to be an unnecessary amount of resentment over being impregnated by a man who not only decided the next day that he'd made a terrible mistake and never wanted to see a girl naked again, but that really he'd rather leap off the career ladder altogether and go and open a gay bar. Later Shou would realise that the silly bitch was just a sore loser, but when you're ten it's harder to see reality for what it is, and logical deduction had led him to believe that he must be a girl. Girls want to kiss boys and girls like wearing make-up and pretty clothes and girls gossip and whisper and have oh so many secrets.
He stole the sailor suit school uniform from the local mall. It was a cut-price version, sold in a store that smelt of plastic and dust, where the lights flickered and the stock had stray threads peeling away already. The place made Shou feel sick, but he deduced - rightly - that no one would notice or care if he walked out with some of the stock. He'd thought up a cover story, about how his mother was sick and his sister had no clothes to wear to school, but in the event it wasn't needed.
And then back home with a chair up against the door he put on the uniform and stood in front of the mirror, wanting to dance and feel pretty, but realising already that things were not quite right. It was too tight round the shoulders and the skirt was a bit short, and he didn't look like a girl, he looked like him in a dress.
Back then he didn't understand what was wrong. It was only when he went to live with his father that he realised. It's not about being a girl, because he's not, he learnt that later. It's about being more than a girl. Swinging oh-so-far this way means you're something different, and jewellery and patterns and feathers and fur bring out the real you, because binary distinctions are so restrictive.
[Title] Renegade
[Fandom] Jet Set Radio
[Rating] PG
[Word Count] 393
[Notes/Summary] Cube tells Mew about a change of identity from her past.
"Hey, when I was a renegade, I once spent an entire six months as a guy." Cube gives her spray can a rough shake, then tilts her head to one side, considering the half-done tag plastered across the dusty red wall.
Next to her, Mew turns, her eyes widening. "You did?"
"Uh-huh."
"Well... why?"
"Hey, kit, you may pretend to be naive, but you know the score. Not everyone's as equal-opportunity as the GGs, are they? I just... didn't need the hassle."
Mew starts to paint her own tag, tongue between her teeth, but after a few moments she stops, turns back to Cube. "But how? I mean, you're - you look -"
"Short hair. Took out the nose stud. I was only thirteen and a late bloomer, so I was still all ironing board. The old baggy-jeans-and-hoodie combo, and an attitude that makes Gum look like - well, like you."
Mew snorts. "Ha ha. I... was it... I mean, did you like it?"
"Nice not getting wolf-whistled at," Cube says. She adds another line to the tag. "Nice not getting hit on - like I said, late bloomer. Got into a bunch of fights though. You know guys. But hey, that's a good education when you're aiming to be in our line of work, right?"
"Why'd you stop?"
"I got boobs, I got Goth, and I got Combo." Mew raises her eyebrows, so Cube continues, "first is self-explanatory, right? Second - suddenly I wanted to wear eyeliner and silver jewellery."
"And Combo? Did he - I mean, did he know?"
"We were both renegades. Did the rudie equivalent of nodding to each other on the subway, y'know? Then I saved his ass when he got cornered by the cops. Diversionary shit. So we decided to pal up, and when he found out I was a girl he didn't care. Said it didn't change nothing. So I swung round to his way of thinking."
Mew glances down at herself, at her lace-trimmed dress and stockings. "Okay, now I feel really freakin' girly."
Cube laughes. "Oh, come on. Being a rudie's all about self-expression, right? Whether it's crossdressing or showing off your boobs." She adds one final line to the tag, then steps back, smiling at the result.
