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I gulped a swallow. “You look beautiful.”
“Yeah?” He beamed, his entire demeanor going from shy to radiant. “Want to see more?”
I nodded, not trusting that my voice wouldn’t crack like I was back in middle school.
He sprang into the dressing room.
“Wow,” Vlado muttered.
“Yeah.” I loosened my tie as a flush of heat crept up my neck.
“Okay, this one is a bit out there,” Nick called.
“This isn’t an airport, you don’t need to announce your arrival,” Vlado teased. “Just come out and show us.”
The door swung open and Nick stepped out in a short, pleated black skirt with a deep slit up the side of his right thigh, fishnet stockings, gothic-style combat boots, and a fitted tuxedo shirt with a strappy black harness-style belt that went over his shoulders, crisscrossed over his abdomen, and had two garter sections that fit around his thighs.
“Whoa.” I shifted in my seat as my cock hardened. “You look…wow.”
He smiled, but it was reserved. “Are you against makeup on guys?”
“Not at all.”
His grin widened, his features relaxing. “Oh phew. ’Cause if I was wearing this out I’d add some dark eyeliner, maybe a smudgy-smokey cat eye, and a neutral lip stain. And this super cute fake nose ring I got because I hate needles and almost passed out while watching my friend get her hoo-ha pierced.”
“Her what?” Vlado looked a bit stunned.
“Her hoo-ha. Snickerdoodle? Her va-jay-jay—”
“Got it.” Vlado made a gurgling sound as he swallowed his laugh. “And she wanted you there while she did it?”
“As her safe person.” He shrugged and fingered the buckle of the belt. “Most of my girl friends think of me as their safe gay bestie, even though I’m not gay. I’m just…nonthreatening. And that’s good because Iwantto be a safe person. But yeah. That look, plus this outfit, is how I’d wear it.”
I had to blink a few times to circle back to talking about his clothes and not his statements about how the people in his life perceive him.
“I really like these kinds of belts.” He smoothed his hand over the thick strap that circled his waist. “The ones I have are fake leather or plastic and have sharp edges that kinda hurt and dig into me. This one is so soft it’s like I’m not even wearing it.”
“How many colors does it come in?” I asked.
“Four…”
“Get all of them.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
Happily, he twirled around and hurried back into the dressing room.
“You okay?” I asked Vlado. He’d spent the last few minutes staring at a spot on the floor in front of him with a blank look on his face.
He shook his head, then glanced up. “Yeah. Fine. I’m just…”
“Having a bit of a sexual crisis?” I chuckled at his gobsmacked expression.
He scrubbed a hand through his dark hair. “Little bit. I never realized the stuff I like on women could look that good on a man. Or at least on a man who looks like him.”
Vlado’s type was goth girls and metalheads and had been since we were teenagers. The aesthetic had never really appealed to me in the past, but I was a fan of Nick’s version.
