I loved the introspective vibe in the whole fic. How Mikeyway saw the crossdressing as something that was his alone. I might've gotten tenderhearted when I read this:
It was five for $25, proclaimed the signs. He picked them out quickly, a pink and a red and an emerald green and a purple and a black, and brought them up to the counter where he spent three hours' worth of wages on his new armor.
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Date: 2012-12-25 10:58 pm (UTC)It was five for $25, proclaimed the signs. He picked them out quickly, a pink and a red and an emerald green and a purple and a black, and brought them up to the counter where he spent three hours' worth of wages on his new armor.
Oh, Mikeyway!