all dolled up [event]

[NAEGI YUUKO]

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[SHIRO RINGO]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-color: #eaeaea; border-bottom: 20px solid #181818; border-top: 20px solid #b22b2b;][style=background-color: #dadada; border: 1px dashed #c0c0c0; margin: 5px; padding: 5px; color: #7e7e7e; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify;]Shiro Ringo was not exactly one to say no to someone. He was raised to be a gentleman and it was raising that paid off...in theory. Ringo as a result couldn't bring himself to say no to what he interpreted to be innocent requests. Ringo can grantee that a good seventy percent of those requests would often spiral out of control in some way. Ringo remembered when his sisters asked him to play on the local playground. His decision to say yes to that request caused him to become tangled upside down in the monkey bars. He would remember the many many times he could've said no to Fuyuko dragging him around shopping all the time. He even remembered that request to go inside St. Valentine to retrieve a bag. His decision to say yes to that request caused him to wind up getting caught by the student council president and had to plead for his innocence. This entire summary of memories that flows into Ringo lead to this very moment. Ringo could only sigh at his own reflection. He could've said no and proposed another idea to spend time with Fuyuko. He could've said no to going as her date to this event, mean as it would be. But he definitely could've said no to being the pair's crossdresser. The view before Ringo now was a boy with long but still messy brown hair decorated with a silver bow. He is wearing a wig but that doesn't make this less embarrassing...then again his entire outfit would earn him a place in Hyaku's laughing stock. His attire isn't so bad...if it was on a girl. A dark red long sleeve dress held together by a silver sash. Made better by the dress being decorated by a dark purple soft coat. Ringo placed the hood up. He wondered if Fuyuko would let him spend the entire dance with the hood up....nah she'd spout his name out loud more if he did that. "I'm ready." Ringo told his family. He allowed his family have their laughing fit before helping him over to the place of the dance. Ringo's father stopped and patted Ringo on the back. "Good luck..." "With what? Avoiding humiliation?" "You honestly think you can avoid humiliation looking like that?" His father joked. Ringo sighed and went outside the house. They arrived at the the hotel. Ringo's family waving him goodbye and then started to head off in their own direction. Ringo now wished he was holed up in his lab doing experiments. Speaking of which he still need to try the latest formula of hair dye for Fuyuko...speaking of the multicolored haired girl...where exactly was she? Ringo went on inside and still found no trace of her. Ringo took out his cellphone and texted her. It was a simple message. Where are you? Ringo had one thing to say about this dress...how do they move? How can they stand having no pockets? Ringo placed his phone away in his black bag and again sighed as he started to walk over to a nearby table to wait on Fuyuko encase she arrived late or something. ”U-um…can I help you…?” Ringo looked at a girl with long brown hair twisted into a bun donned in a rather nice looking cotton dress. Ringo looked around. It would be rude if he just sat down while she was there. "I don't need help per say. I am waiting on my date." Ringo said in a soft manner. Maybe he can trick the girl into thinking he was a girl...though he doubted it. Ringo looked in the mirror and he still felt that someone can recognize who he was. He hoped the girl could just buy the act for awhile just to shield himself from the embarrassment. "What about you? Are you okay?"

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