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fifteendozentimes) wrote2010-05-28 05:33 pm
fifteendozentimes) wrote2010-05-28 05:33 pm
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WIP Amnesty: Untitled Jon Crossdressing (Bandom)
I have been kicking my own ass about not finishing this once since I started it, honestly. I open it up almost weekly to try and make myself power through and get it done. Basically, after a dare Jon discovers dresses are super comfy, so he starts wearing them. And it's not a Thing for him, it's entirely about comfort, but the more other people get weird about it the more defensive he gets until the point he ends up wearing a dress to something big and public. IDK. I have no idea if Jon ever teched for The Academy Is... when they were in a van, or if they ever were in a van, but oh well.
No warnings.
When Jon started hanging out with the kind of people who turn into frat boys, one of his brothers told him the best thing he could do would be to make himself that guy you can't bet won't do something. Once they know you'll do anything as long as it starts with "I bet you won't...", no one tries to get you to do the really crazy shit (your friends don't want you to get hurt, probably, and no one else wants to lose the amount of money that comes with the "jump into the pool from the balcony" kind of shit). They gave him a lot of stupid advice, and that's probably one of the stupidest, except it kind of works really well.
Jon isn't there yet with the Academy guys, but he's getting close, so he doesn't really think about it when Sisky tells him to spend an entire day - "24 hours, dude, not just, like, wake up time to sleep time" - in this gauzy cotton dress some girl had left poolside at the hotel when she went to Bill's room.
As far as ridiculous bets go, it's pretty tame. Jon gets to pick the day, ends up lounging in the van for 90% of it on the kind of sticky hot day no one can blame him for not wanting to leave the relative comfort of the mostly-functioning air conditioner. Sisky checks every time there's a food-or-whatever stop to make sure Jon hasn't changed; Jon spends his $20 on cheap liquor.
*
There's no good reason not to throw away the dress, but when it's the only thing in his bag that doesn't reek of sweat and smoke and spilled drinks, when the air conditioner's crapped out again and it's almost too hot to breathe, when it's ass o' clock and everyone else is sleeping through his shift at the wheel, there are a bunch of good reasons to put it on.
He changes at a rest stop when the sky turns pink at the edges, because none of those reasons are good enough outside his own head.
*
Bill's the first one to catch him (well, no, Jon's pretty sure Tom must have seen that first night, standing at a urinal while Jon changed in one of the stalls, but Tom hasn't said anything, looked at him funny [not funnier than the looks Tom usually gets, anyway], so who knows).
"Is it, like - "
"No," Jon says, and Bill just blinks at him, surprised, like even he didn't know how that question ended so how could Jon. It's just, there's no way it could have ended with anything that'd change his answer, 'cause it's not like anything. Sometimes a dress is more comfortable, that's all, and Jon's that guy who wore flip-flops to both of his brothers' weddings for the sake of comfort.
"Well, if you wanna talk," Bill says, and walks off before Jon can say something like sure, thanks, when they both know there'll never be another conversation about this (Bill won't bring it up; Jon doubts he'll ever think this is the sort of thing he needs to talk about).
No warnings.
When Jon started hanging out with the kind of people who turn into frat boys, one of his brothers told him the best thing he could do would be to make himself that guy you can't bet won't do something. Once they know you'll do anything as long as it starts with "I bet you won't...", no one tries to get you to do the really crazy shit (your friends don't want you to get hurt, probably, and no one else wants to lose the amount of money that comes with the "jump into the pool from the balcony" kind of shit). They gave him a lot of stupid advice, and that's probably one of the stupidest, except it kind of works really well.
Jon isn't there yet with the Academy guys, but he's getting close, so he doesn't really think about it when Sisky tells him to spend an entire day - "24 hours, dude, not just, like, wake up time to sleep time" - in this gauzy cotton dress some girl had left poolside at the hotel when she went to Bill's room.
As far as ridiculous bets go, it's pretty tame. Jon gets to pick the day, ends up lounging in the van for 90% of it on the kind of sticky hot day no one can blame him for not wanting to leave the relative comfort of the mostly-functioning air conditioner. Sisky checks every time there's a food-or-whatever stop to make sure Jon hasn't changed; Jon spends his $20 on cheap liquor.
*
There's no good reason not to throw away the dress, but when it's the only thing in his bag that doesn't reek of sweat and smoke and spilled drinks, when the air conditioner's crapped out again and it's almost too hot to breathe, when it's ass o' clock and everyone else is sleeping through his shift at the wheel, there are a bunch of good reasons to put it on.
He changes at a rest stop when the sky turns pink at the edges, because none of those reasons are good enough outside his own head.
*
Bill's the first one to catch him (well, no, Jon's pretty sure Tom must have seen that first night, standing at a urinal while Jon changed in one of the stalls, but Tom hasn't said anything, looked at him funny [not funnier than the looks Tom usually gets, anyway], so who knows).
"Is it, like - "
"No," Jon says, and Bill just blinks at him, surprised, like even he didn't know how that question ended so how could Jon. It's just, there's no way it could have ended with anything that'd change his answer, 'cause it's not like anything. Sometimes a dress is more comfortable, that's all, and Jon's that guy who wore flip-flops to both of his brothers' weddings for the sake of comfort.
"Well, if you wanna talk," Bill says, and walks off before Jon can say something like sure, thanks, when they both know there'll never be another conversation about this (Bill won't bring it up; Jon doubts he'll ever think this is the sort of thing he needs to talk about).