Trail Mix 16 & Guava 10
Author: Casey
Story: Shifts: During Shifts (See also Marina’s prompts for more from this ‘verse)
Challenge: Guava 10 (it’s a guy thing), Trail Mix 16 (closet)
Toppings & Extras: Wafer Cookie, Malt (Ice Cream 43: (banana / wafer cookie) gender-bender)
Word Count: 461 (plus sketch)
Rating: G
Summary: Grayson comes up with an unorthodox way to rescue Drew and Lynne from Abraham and Rupert’s clutches.
Notes: First person part from Drew’s POV. Rupert calls him Derek. Sorry, my scanner isn't great, so the sketch comes out a little light :/ Plus, my drawing skills aren't the best.
Grayson in his get-up before the wig or make-up
“Grayson! What in the world is taking you so long?”
“Being a lady takes effort, Rand,” Grayson replied haughtily.
“You’re getting dressed in a closet. Please tell me you’re not...” Before Rand could say another world, Grayson flung open the door and bounded directly into Rand’s arms.
Grayson wrapped his arms around Rand’s neck and gave him a big sloppy kiss on the cheek before hastily letting go and skipping off, calling Oriana’s name. “I’m dressed, out of the closet and need my wig and make up!”
Rand watched him go, wiping spit from his cheek, listening to Oriana’s laughter. “This had better work,” he muttered, only glad that Grayson hadn’t yet been wearing lipstick.
***
My biological father swept into the room as I was finishing up breakfast. “Your tutor is here.”
I nodded. “Okay, I’m almost done with breakfast,” I said, taking a big swig of milk. It was a good thing I did as Rupert waved my tutor through the door. I recognize him...her? instantly and promptly choked on my milk as my brain attempted to compute and catalog what it was seeing.
“Say hello to Miss Kimball, Derek.”
“Hello,” I coughed dutifully.
“This is my son, Derek.”
Despite Grayson standing in all his cross-dressing glory just inside my door, I still barely bit back a retort that my name was Drew and I hadn’t legally been his son in around thirteen years.
“Nice to meet you, Derek,” Grayson beamed as he came forward, shaking my hand.
“Do you need anything?”
“No, Mr. Gardner, Derek and I will use today to assess where his skills lie and what needs work.”
“Very well. Derek, behave,” Rupert said flatly and turned, shutting the door behind him. The moment he was gone, Grayson struck a pose, allowing me to finally take in the whole outfit. On his head, he had a blond, shoulder length and styled wig. His face obviously had some artfully done make-up, most likely Oriana’s doing, although on Grayson’s beaming face, he looked something akin to a clown. He wore a simple white blouse, the sleeves rolled up almost to his elbows and…my brain almost shut down at the fact his chest had somehow become anatomically correct, fitting into the woman’s shirt nicely. Grinning at my astonishment, Grayson did a twirl, emphasizing his gray plaid skirt and black Mary Janes, not to mention the fact that my friend had obviously shaved his legs to complete the ensemble. I stared for another second until he opened his mouth and I hastily waved him to shut up, both because I needed another moment to take in and I knew for a fact the room was bugged and had no idea how delayed or not it was.
Grayson just beamed at me.
Story: Shifts: During Shifts (See also Marina’s prompts for more from this ‘verse)
Challenge: Guava 10 (it’s a guy thing), Trail Mix 16 (closet)
Toppings & Extras: Wafer Cookie, Malt (Ice Cream 43: (banana / wafer cookie) gender-bender)
Word Count: 461 (plus sketch)
Rating: G
Summary: Grayson comes up with an unorthodox way to rescue Drew and Lynne from Abraham and Rupert’s clutches.
Notes: First person part from Drew’s POV. Rupert calls him Derek. Sorry, my scanner isn't great, so the sketch comes out a little light :/ Plus, my drawing skills aren't the best.
Grayson in his get-up before the wig or make-up
“Grayson! What in the world is taking you so long?”
“Being a lady takes effort, Rand,” Grayson replied haughtily.
“You’re getting dressed in a closet. Please tell me you’re not...” Before Rand could say another world, Grayson flung open the door and bounded directly into Rand’s arms.
Grayson wrapped his arms around Rand’s neck and gave him a big sloppy kiss on the cheek before hastily letting go and skipping off, calling Oriana’s name. “I’m dressed, out of the closet and need my wig and make up!”
Rand watched him go, wiping spit from his cheek, listening to Oriana’s laughter. “This had better work,” he muttered, only glad that Grayson hadn’t yet been wearing lipstick.
***
My biological father swept into the room as I was finishing up breakfast. “Your tutor is here.”
I nodded. “Okay, I’m almost done with breakfast,” I said, taking a big swig of milk. It was a good thing I did as Rupert waved my tutor through the door. I recognize him...her? instantly and promptly choked on my milk as my brain attempted to compute and catalog what it was seeing.
“Say hello to Miss Kimball, Derek.”
“Hello,” I coughed dutifully.
“This is my son, Derek.”
Despite Grayson standing in all his cross-dressing glory just inside my door, I still barely bit back a retort that my name was Drew and I hadn’t legally been his son in around thirteen years.
“Nice to meet you, Derek,” Grayson beamed as he came forward, shaking my hand.
“Do you need anything?”
“No, Mr. Gardner, Derek and I will use today to assess where his skills lie and what needs work.”
“Very well. Derek, behave,” Rupert said flatly and turned, shutting the door behind him. The moment he was gone, Grayson struck a pose, allowing me to finally take in the whole outfit. On his head, he had a blond, shoulder length and styled wig. His face obviously had some artfully done make-up, most likely Oriana’s doing, although on Grayson’s beaming face, he looked something akin to a clown. He wore a simple white blouse, the sleeves rolled up almost to his elbows and…my brain almost shut down at the fact his chest had somehow become anatomically correct, fitting into the woman’s shirt nicely. Grinning at my astonishment, Grayson did a twirl, emphasizing his gray plaid skirt and black Mary Janes, not to mention the fact that my friend had obviously shaved his legs to complete the ensemble. I stared for another second until he opened his mouth and I hastily waved him to shut up, both because I needed another moment to take in and I knew for a fact the room was bugged and had no idea how delayed or not it was.
Grayson just beamed at me.