bottom_draco

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DelaRia
Not Mine
R
For Simsy, her challenge.
The challenge: Draco’s hands had always been depressingly feminine. Warnings: Crossdressing, buttplug, corset
I have no idea how long this is.

Just a note: watch the tenses, they're deliberate. This is in Draco's head.

Draco's hands had always been depressingly feminine. He thinks that's what brought on this latest stage in his relationship with Harry. They took turns at whose kink to fulfill for a week, a certainty in life that both were very comfortable with, though their friends, those few they trusted enough to know, were torn between disgust and fascination.

Last week had been Harry's turn to choose what kink they explored, and Harry had produced a plug that was carefully inserted into Draco's rear and left there. It had been a delightful experience for Draco, who had to sit still, feeling the enchanted thing pulsing inside him, occasionally tapping his prostate, and concentrate on his dull job as Harry's secretary. It had been even better for Harry, who had gotten to watch Draco's stubborness eventually crack as the former Slytherin began to squirm.

This week, it was Draco's turn. Draco always struggles with his turn, because it is easier for him to let Harry dictate. It always has been. But he can't quite bring himself to say that. This time, he drew a complete blank, and he looked down at his hands to give himself time to think. Before he even knew what he was saying, he blurted out, "Crossdressing." After a second, deciding that that's as good a suggestion as any, he said, "I would like you to dress me up." It was as close as he can come to asking Harry to take care of him, anyway.

That was how he ended up in the situation he finds himself in now. He's dressed carefully. A corset hugs him snugly, though Harry would never pull the laces tight enough to hinder him. It does give him more feminine curves, making the rose silk gown, too dressy to stay home in, fit better. Harry dressed him, of course. From the unfamiliar undergarments to the long rose gloves that caress his hands and wrists. It makes Draco wonder if it isn't Harry's kink they're acting out after all, but the thought doesn't upset him.

The dress is comfortable, the silk pleasant against his hairless legs, legs that are softer and smoother than he knew was possible. Harry put him in flats, not in heels, so his feet are comfortable and he can walk easily. His hair is longer, but it isn't pulled back into one of those tight, uncomfortable style he saw his mother wear before the war. Harry said that he didn't need any make up, so his face is his own, though carefully shaved so that no hint of fuzz remains. He is remarkably comfortable, but to his surprise, after the long term obsession with the shape of his hands, he is unaroused by the clothes he wears or the way he looks. The satisfying, hardening part is, for him, that Harry did this to him.

-End