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fifteendozentimes) wrote2009-11-07 07:25 pm
fifteendozentimes) wrote2009-11-07 07:25 pm
WIP Amnesty: Untitled Kevin Crossdressing (Disney RPF)
I wasn't ever going to finish this one because I had no story for it; I just wanted to read Kevin being a Guy in women's clothes and not having any gender identity weirdness about it, but I had no interest in writing about what it would have taken to get Kevin as I see him to that point.
No warnings.
It's Joe who figures it out first, because Joe's a lot more perceptive than he looks, because Joe doesn't do that thing Nick does, their parents do, where he tells himself he's not seeing something if he doesn't want to see it. To be totally honest, something he hasn't been enough lately, Kevin's only half-surprised when Joe holds up a skirt, a simple black pencil skirt like the one hanging shameful and secret in the back of Kevin's closet.
"This would look pretty good on you," is all he says, and Kevin just blinks, races through all the excuses he's come up with just in case – there's just a couple things he likes the material of better, there are more color choices, women's jeans just fit over his stupid hips better. But the way Joe's looking at him, or the way Joe's not looking at him, just like it's the most normal thing in the world to be picking out skirts for your brother, shuts him down, and he flounders.
"I - " Kevin starts, but he's not sure what he wants to say; Maya comes back over before he can figure it out, says she's ready to go, so it doesn't matter anyway.
- - - - - -
Kevin tries not to be obvious; he figures it's a good sign that the jokes about how he dresses didn't change when the places he got his wardrobe from did. His one pair of women's boots haven't earned even half as many jokes from his brothers as most of his men's pairs, so obviously he's doing discreet right.
Well, obviously not, or Joe wouldn't have said anything.
"I didn't mean to freak you out earlier," Joe says, when he knocks on Kevin's door later, invites himself in and hands over the shirt he'd apparently bought. "I just...thought you should know I know."
"You didn't freak me out," Kevin lies, focusing more on not running his fingers over the skirt like it's a new pet with extra-soft fur, or something, than sounding convincing. Joe just nods, though, doesn't press the issue. Kevin had forgotten how good Joe is at being Serious Supportive Brother, not just Fun-Loving Antagonistic Brother.
"I was gonna borrow a shirt," Joe says, after a minute. "So I was looking in your closet."
"I've never worn it," Kevin says, like that makes any difference.
"You don't have to defend yourself, Kev." Joe picks up the skirt. "Does it look like I have a problem with it?"
"I just," Kevin starts, but he doesn't know what else to say; Joe looks at him for a long minute, until Kevin has to drop his eyes, look at anything but Joe's eyes that he can't read. "Um. Thank you."
"Don't worry about it," Joe says, tosses the skirt back at Kevin.
- - - - - -
On one of the rare days he's alone in the house, Dad with Nick and Mom with Frankie and Joe God knows where, Kevin puts on a skirt, stands in front of the mirror, and tries to focus on how good he feels right now instead of how bad he's supposed to feel. None of his shoes look right with it, but it's not like he can ever wear it again, and certainly not anywhere he'll need shoes, so he shouldn't really care.
Kevin changes back into jeans and hangs the skirt up only a few minutes before the front door opens and closes, and doesn't spend the rest of the day thinking about women's shoes.
Really.
No warnings.
It's Joe who figures it out first, because Joe's a lot more perceptive than he looks, because Joe doesn't do that thing Nick does, their parents do, where he tells himself he's not seeing something if he doesn't want to see it. To be totally honest, something he hasn't been enough lately, Kevin's only half-surprised when Joe holds up a skirt, a simple black pencil skirt like the one hanging shameful and secret in the back of Kevin's closet.
"This would look pretty good on you," is all he says, and Kevin just blinks, races through all the excuses he's come up with just in case – there's just a couple things he likes the material of better, there are more color choices, women's jeans just fit over his stupid hips better. But the way Joe's looking at him, or the way Joe's not looking at him, just like it's the most normal thing in the world to be picking out skirts for your brother, shuts him down, and he flounders.
"I - " Kevin starts, but he's not sure what he wants to say; Maya comes back over before he can figure it out, says she's ready to go, so it doesn't matter anyway.
- - - - - -
Kevin tries not to be obvious; he figures it's a good sign that the jokes about how he dresses didn't change when the places he got his wardrobe from did. His one pair of women's boots haven't earned even half as many jokes from his brothers as most of his men's pairs, so obviously he's doing discreet right.
Well, obviously not, or Joe wouldn't have said anything.
"I didn't mean to freak you out earlier," Joe says, when he knocks on Kevin's door later, invites himself in and hands over the shirt he'd apparently bought. "I just...thought you should know I know."
"You didn't freak me out," Kevin lies, focusing more on not running his fingers over the skirt like it's a new pet with extra-soft fur, or something, than sounding convincing. Joe just nods, though, doesn't press the issue. Kevin had forgotten how good Joe is at being Serious Supportive Brother, not just Fun-Loving Antagonistic Brother.
"I was gonna borrow a shirt," Joe says, after a minute. "So I was looking in your closet."
"I've never worn it," Kevin says, like that makes any difference.
"You don't have to defend yourself, Kev." Joe picks up the skirt. "Does it look like I have a problem with it?"
"I just," Kevin starts, but he doesn't know what else to say; Joe looks at him for a long minute, until Kevin has to drop his eyes, look at anything but Joe's eyes that he can't read. "Um. Thank you."
"Don't worry about it," Joe says, tosses the skirt back at Kevin.
- - - - - -
On one of the rare days he's alone in the house, Dad with Nick and Mom with Frankie and Joe God knows where, Kevin puts on a skirt, stands in front of the mirror, and tries to focus on how good he feels right now instead of how bad he's supposed to feel. None of his shoes look right with it, but it's not like he can ever wear it again, and certainly not anywhere he'll need shoes, so he shouldn't really care.
Kevin changes back into jeans and hangs the skirt up only a few minutes before the front door opens and closes, and doesn't spend the rest of the day thinking about women's shoes.
Really.