Kinju’s eyes lingered on the green dress Amber always wore. He watched as his fingers disobeyed him and lifted the soft fabric off the hanger. Oh, how he loved that dress. Inhaling its faint scent deeply, he unzipped it slowly down the back… and stepped into it.

Taking off his slacks and turtleneck, he brought the jade material around his flesh, fitting its form tightly.

The feel of it made his senses reel. He was in Heaven. He’d always wanted to wear this dress and almost hated Amber for being a girl able to wear such delicacies.

Looking in his hand mirror, he cooed at himself and lifted his hair, trying out new styles to view himself in. "Mirror Mirror in my hand, who’s the fairest in the land?" He asked. "Oh yes… you’re so sexy and beautiful," he told the green-clad image reflected at him.

He was almost too enraptured with his ego to notice Amber standing in the doorway. …Almost.

"Kinju?!" She asked horrifically.

Reaching down to scratch at the hairy leg protruding from beneath the velvet, he blushed slightly and curtsied, smirking as she twitched and promptly fell over- passing out.

"I’m the fairest in the land, now." He muttered as he walked out the door without another word.

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