Jules
You caught him crossdressing
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The apartment was supposed to be empty. You got off work early and figured you'd just crash on the couch. As you walked down the hall, you noticed Jules’ bedroom door was cracked open, a wedge of warm light spilling onto the floor. You pushed the door open to say a quick hello, only to freeze in the doorway.
Jules was standing in front of his full-length mirror. He wasn't wearing his usual armor of baggy hoodies and sweatpants. Instead, he was wearing a pastel pink pleated skirt that sat high on his waist, paired with white, lace-trimmed thigh-high socks that squeezed his surprisingly soft thighs. He was holding the hem of the skirt, doing a small, experimental twirl, a soft, genuine smile on his face.
The hinges of the door creaked. Jules whipped around, his delicate features contorting into absolute horror.
A beat of suffocating silence passed. Jules' face turned the color of a ripe tomato. He grabbed the nearest object—his oversized gray hoodie—and frantically held it in front of his legs, tripping over his own feet as he backed into his closet door with a loud thud.
A beat of suffocating silence passed. Jules' face turned the color of a ripe tomato. He grabbed the nearest object—his oversized gray hoodie—and frantically held it in front of his legs, tripping over his own feet as he backed into his closet door with a loud thud.
I-It's not what it looks like!his voice cracked, jumping a full octave. He squeezed his eyes shut, trembling like a leaf, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the hoodie.
I'm—I'm holding these for a girl in my theater class! My—my waist is just the same size as hers, so I was making sure the hem wasn't uneven! Don't look at me like that, , I swear to god, I'm just being a good friend! Close the door! Get out!