i do like the idea of a dress but the idea of dress shopping is a little much yet
[There's a scribbled bit where he's started a thought and started over.] anything that i could possibly conceive of as someone else finding out is too much yet. just you, you know?
Vax arrived back at his shared marital room feeling a little nervous. It was no big deal, right? Just a new fun thing to try out, and no pressure if it didn't work. Not a big deal. Just a fun kink.
(Vax knew himself well enough to know that that was bullshit.)
For a lack of anything else to do, he started hunting in their kitchenette for a snack, trying to distract himself. He'd kicked off his boots to leave him in the usual black shirt and trousers, hair in a messy ponytail today.
Keyleth did have to make a stop before she came home, though it didn't take very long, and she came skipping in with a little shopping bag in hand that she tossed down on the desk before hurrying over to greet Vax.
"Hey baby," she cooed, stealing a kiss. "Did you have a good day?"
"Yeah," he said, feeling calmer at her presence. "Threw some knives in the training yard, you know. Getting ready for the tourney." He leaned against the counter, resting his hands back on the edge. "How about you?"
It was a struggle not to stare at that shopping bag, wondering what could be in it. He knew they'd agreed to no shopping yet, but what if she'd picked something up anyway? He wanted to know, wanted to see it.
"It's gonna be fun," she agreed about the tourney, taking a few tiny things out of the bag--a box of tea, a bag of sweets they both liked--before handing the rest of the bag to him. "I know you didn't want to go shopping, but I thought, well--it's just a couple little things and if you don't like them it's totally okay. I, um, just like buying pretty things."
She hesitated a little, unsure if they were supposed to be starting now, then leaned in and kissed his cheek. "You know, for my wife."
His heart leapt into his throat. She did go shopping. He didn't mind it, wasn't mad at it, because as she said, there was no one in this place who could say she hadn't been shopping for her.
(It wasn't like he was afraid of other people knowing, or ashamed. He just wasn't ready, and he knew that if anyone found out before he was ready he was going to curl into a ball and not think of this again for six months, like one of the little pillbugs the Ashari children liked to play with. He just didn't know what this thing was, yet, and wanted to be sure.)
He poked into the shopping bag, pausing to blush as she kissed his cheek and said...that. It was a lot already, like a lightning bolt through his body, but he pressed on. He found a package of stockings meant for ladies, and some pretty barettes and headbands, made of thin metal wire with things like flowers and butterflies on them. Distinctly feminine in design.
"I...I like these," he started, holding the accessories she'd gotten. "I'd suggest that we do my hair first, but...you're probably just gonna mess it up." The smirk he gave was somehow...softer. Sweeter. Vax didn't really know how to play at being a girl, but soft seemed like a good start.
"I mean, I'll just fix it if I do," Keyleth assured him with an encouraging smile, happy that he liked some of the things she'd found. "You do that with my hair all of the time. I'm not as good at it as you are but I've gotten way better."
"Why don't you do my hair, then?" he asked, offering her the headband and clips. "Make your w-wife all pretty for you." He stumbled a little on the word, but he was committed. She might not be the most advanced hairdresser in this marriage, but she arranged her own hair just fine often enough, and he trusted her to do something pretty and feminine with his.
"My wife is always pretty," Keyleth replied, not stumbling quite as much over 'wife' as Vax was, if only due to some impulsive mimicry. "Here, come sit down," she added, tugging him over to the vanity, so she could start brushing his hair out.
Vax was blushing as he sat down at the vanity, picking up the brush and handing it over his shoulder to her. His hair was in its usual half-braid tied off with a short leather lace, easy enough to undo. Vax looked at himself in the mirror as he sat, at first unable to see anything but his own male face -- he knew he had a little androgyny about him, but he'd been seeing this face and knowing there was a dick attached for thirty years, so it was hard to see it. He tried to focus on what was feminine and delicate about his face, searching it for those features that might appear on a woman.
If it helped, Keyleth was doing her best to make his hair look as pretty and feminine as possible, giving him more volume at the scalp, twisting ribbons into the braids that she joined into a thicker braid at the back, strategically adding flowers and hair clips. Even beyond this thing Vax wanted to try, brushing and braiding his hair was really nice.
"What do you think?" she asked when she was mostly done, just adjusting some tendrils around his face before kissing his cheek.
"Well my wife is already beautiful," Keyleth chirped, nuzzling Vax's ear with a soft giggle. "Come to bed and I'll show you just how pretty I think you are."
He shivered softly and nodded. “Okay.” He didn’t really know what she was planning, nor did he know what he was hoping for. Maybe it didn’t matter as much as the talk. He climbed up onto the bed, sitting up and looking to Keyleth for guidance on where she wanted him.
Bold of Vax to assume Keyleth had a plan beyond being sweet to her wife and making her feel good. She didn't give him a chance to climb up on the bed, she picked him up so that his legs were around her waist and his arms around her shoulders and kissed him while she carried him over to it. Then kept kissing him while she laid him down on the mattress.
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Vax inhaled when he got picked right up and carried. It was a lovely and feminine way to feel, being held and moved like this, especially by his wife. It was easy to just feel like a smallish man when it was some big burly dude doing it, but with a woman, surely he was positively girlish.
(Was that sexist? Maybe that was sexist. It probably didn't matter.)
He sighed into the kiss when he was pressed against the bed, and his hands seemed to find their way above his head, laying against the pillow. Those pale, nimble wrists almost begged to be held there somehow.
Vax in his natural resting position, really. Of course it also didn't take Keyleth long to oblige him, using her own hands for now, lacing their fingers together and then gently laying his wrist one atop another so she could wrap them up in one hand (well, somewhat) while she nuzzled and kissed at Vax's neck.
Only when she needed both hands did the vine whip out from the wood of the headboard and wrap around his wrists instead, which let her shimmy down and hitch up his shirt to press slightly ticklish kisses to his abdomen.
It felt good the moment her hands slid over his, sending a happy shiver down his spine and soothing an ache inside him that was kind of always there, except when he was like this, for her. He arched his head back, turning a little to present an ear, but the vine made him gasp happily as his arms were pulled taut.
The kisses predictably made him squirm, but he wasn't laughing, too turned on and sensitive for it. "Now that you've got me here, what are you gonna do to me?" he asked, and bit his lip. He always liked to hear someone talk about what he was in for, and it was an invitation to talk about him as a girl some more.
"I'm gonna make my pretty wife feel nice and good," Keyleth replied with a soft laugh, sitting up enough to undo Vax's pants. "I'm, mmm, I'm gonna play with her until she's all messy and wet and needy. And then," she continued with a quick grin, leaning down for a kiss, "I'm gonna fill up her sweet little cunt, and make love to her until she comes for me. Does that sound like something my wife would like?"
Fuck. The way she talked about it made him shiver. Messy and wet, sweet little cunt. It helped that she'd chosen ways to put it that were totally possible. He'd get messy and wet if he was needy enough, and if he thought of his hole as a cunt...
Well, it would make him lose his mind, apparently, because he couldn't seem to help whining softly and squirming a little on the bed. "Yeah," he moaned, and swallowed hard before nodding. "Yeah, fill my...my cunt and make me your special girl." If he wasn't already hard under his trousers he'd have second guessed all that, gotten nervous, but he was too horny (and more importantly too trusting) to care anymore.
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[There's a scribbled bit where he's started a thought and started over.] anything that i could possibly conceive of as someone else finding out is too much yet. just you, you know?
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[ Hence why she'd had to outsource and borrow clothes when she'd been a guy for a week. ]
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So I'll see you in a bit?
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(Vax knew himself well enough to know that that was bullshit.)
For a lack of anything else to do, he started hunting in their kitchenette for a snack, trying to distract himself. He'd kicked off his boots to leave him in the usual black shirt and trousers, hair in a messy ponytail today.
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"Hey baby," she cooed, stealing a kiss. "Did you have a good day?"
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It was a struggle not to stare at that shopping bag, wondering what could be in it. He knew they'd agreed to no shopping yet, but what if she'd picked something up anyway? He wanted to know, wanted to see it.
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She hesitated a little, unsure if they were supposed to be starting now, then leaned in and kissed his cheek. "You know, for my wife."
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(It wasn't like he was afraid of other people knowing, or ashamed. He just wasn't ready, and he knew that if anyone found out before he was ready he was going to curl into a ball and not think of this again for six months, like one of the little pillbugs the Ashari children liked to play with. He just didn't know what this thing was, yet, and wanted to be sure.)
He poked into the shopping bag, pausing to blush as she kissed his cheek and said...that. It was a lot already, like a lightning bolt through his body, but he pressed on. He found a package of stockings meant for ladies, and some pretty barettes and headbands, made of thin metal wire with things like flowers and butterflies on them. Distinctly feminine in design.
"I...I like these," he started, holding the accessories she'd gotten. "I'd suggest that we do my hair first, but...you're probably just gonna mess it up." The smirk he gave was somehow...softer. Sweeter. Vax didn't really know how to play at being a girl, but soft seemed like a good start.
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"What do you think?" she asked when she was mostly done, just adjusting some tendrils around his face before kissing his cheek.
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"I love it," he said, smiling as she kissed his cheek. "I like to look pretty for you."
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(Was that sexist? Maybe that was sexist. It probably didn't matter.)
He sighed into the kiss when he was pressed against the bed, and his hands seemed to find their way above his head, laying against the pillow. Those pale, nimble wrists almost begged to be held there somehow.
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Only when she needed both hands did the vine whip out from the wood of the headboard and wrap around his wrists instead, which let her shimmy down and hitch up his shirt to press slightly ticklish kisses to his abdomen.
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The kisses predictably made him squirm, but he wasn't laughing, too turned on and sensitive for it. "Now that you've got me here, what are you gonna do to me?" he asked, and bit his lip. He always liked to hear someone talk about what he was in for, and it was an invitation to talk about him as a girl some more.
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Well, it would make him lose his mind, apparently, because he couldn't seem to help whining softly and squirming a little on the bed. "Yeah," he moaned, and swallowed hard before nodding. "Yeah, fill my...my cunt and make me your special girl." If he wasn't already hard under his trousers he'd have second guessed all that, gotten nervous, but he was too horny (and more importantly too trusting) to care anymore.
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