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After finishing his broadcast for the morning, Vince had headed straight for the clothes box, ever hopeful he'd find more treasures. Kneeling on the floor, he didn't think much of it at first when he pulled out dress after dress, and it wasn't until he had a sizeable pile of flowery girly garments beside him that he realized the box was taking the piss.
Laughing a little, he held up one of the dresses with a smile. "Yeah, alright, you think you can take me on, box? You can't handle me. I'm the king of fashion, mate. I look good in everything. I'd look good in a sack. I'd look good in one of those nan jumpers with sparkly bits all over them. I'd even look good in rags! You want to see me in a dress? I'll wear a dress. I've worn dresses loads of times."
A pair of pumps and a headband later and Vince was in the kitchen, sporting a whole new look. Vince didn't just wear his clothes though, no way. Only a poser would dress up and then not follow through. Like those punks who didn't know what anarchy was, or those goths who actually smiled. What a bunch of losers. Vince always followed through on his look, no matter what.
Humming a little to himself, Vince did a little twirl and then watched as his skirt swished about. He suddenly felt the urge to bake. Maybe even do a pot roast or something. No, wait ...cookies! He suddenly had the urge to bake cookies.
(Timed to early Saturday morning. Yes he is in a dress, and no, he's not embarrassed. Open to all. LT and ST always welcome.)
Laughing a little, he held up one of the dresses with a smile. "Yeah, alright, you think you can take me on, box? You can't handle me. I'm the king of fashion, mate. I look good in everything. I'd look good in a sack. I'd look good in one of those nan jumpers with sparkly bits all over them. I'd even look good in rags! You want to see me in a dress? I'll wear a dress. I've worn dresses loads of times."
A pair of pumps and a headband later and Vince was in the kitchen, sporting a whole new look. Vince didn't just wear his clothes though, no way. Only a poser would dress up and then not follow through. Like those punks who didn't know what anarchy was, or those goths who actually smiled. What a bunch of losers. Vince always followed through on his look, no matter what.
Humming a little to himself, Vince did a little twirl and then watched as his skirt swished about. He suddenly felt the urge to bake. Maybe even do a pot roast or something. No, wait ...cookies! He suddenly had the urge to bake cookies.
(Timed to early Saturday morning. Yes he is in a dress, and no, he's not embarrassed. Open to all. LT and ST always welcome.)