Ah. This was it.

Dakota smiled, feeling the music vibrate right down to his bones. He hummed putting another drink to his lips.

How many was it?

Bobbing his head to the rhythm, he moved his hips, the short orange frilly 2000's dress moving with him. It was hideous and definitely not his style but he'd be lying if the deep cut and short length didn't make him feel somewhat excited.

He had been locked away in his room all week. Feeling sorry for himself and wanting to just stop existing; he didn't want to die but he didn't want to continue living either. It was something odd he's never felt before, maybe he didn't want to die because there was still something to do or maybe he was just a coward.

He stumbled standing up from the bar and moving through bodies of people his big messy brown wig styled to fit the party theme.

He was at home moping as usual until he saw Frankie post about going to the party.

He suddenly felt hopeful, as if she was reaching out to him, even though he turned her away from his door, but Lewis was watching. He couldn't see her if he kept watching.

So this was his chance to meet her.

"Hey watch it! you fucking bitch!" Someone sneered pushing him.

"Damn you're tall." They muttered walking past him.

He blinked repeatedly gathering his balance to see he was a few feet from the dance floor. He watched the many silhouettes move and jump around to the music. He couldn't see too well but he could see enough.

He had hesitated to come here but he missed Frankie so much. He wanted to just take a peek at her then leave, but once he came he couldn't resist drowning himself in alcohol. It made him not have to feel as bad, made his heart not ache as much. He wasn't a heavy drinker either, yet he drunk his way into oblivion.

He wobbled standing up right to see someone familiar.

He gasped tripping over his small clear heels. Annoyed he took them off and began walking to the girl he was sure was Frankie. He watched her move, dancing with a few other women, he grinned feeling overjoyed, scared, worried, so many emotions in one. Emotions he couldn't fully process with the state he was in.

He went up to her the girls around her easily parting, too used to moving as a crowd and thinking he was simply going by them.

He went behind her to take her waist and lowered his mouth to her ear.

"Fraaaankiee.... hehe...I fooound you."

He whispered pulling her closer to his body. The girl didn't stop moving, he hummed loving the feeling of her body on his lower region. The more she moved the more he felt himself harden. He groaned moving with her not caring if she could feel his hard on while dressed as a woman.

"Aughh Frankie...."

He pulled her body closer, her arch preventing them from closing that final distance.

"Frankie...augh...harder...."

He moaned loving the sensations running through his body.

That's right. Let's just stay like this Frankie.... Oh I missed you.

"Dakota!"

He tensed Frankie suddenly sounded angry. He looked down his vision blurry to see the girl infront of him hasn't even moved or said anything.

He paled pulling back as if burned, to see she wasn't Frankie.

Then who...?

He looked down feeling someone's grip on his hand; before he could see who it belonged to they began to pull him through the sea of bodies and outside. He shivered as the cold air hit him.

"I can't believe you!" He heard her mutter to herself, her grip in his wrist hurt but he didn't care.

It was her!

"Frankie.... " He whispered pathetically his voice breaking.

Frankie turned to glare at him, she wasn't even angry but the way Dakota looked so sad and almost broken made her feel guilty for being upset. The way he said her name....she missed his voice so much, that boyish charm of his falsetto.

She pulled him gently to her, his bare feet getting wet from the damp grass on the lawn. She sighed hugging him and feeling him shiver from her warm touch. She smiled sadly and pulled him over to the patio in the back, away from the prying eyes out front. Outside was a lot quieter.

"Frankie....I missed you...." He muttered seeming to still be in a daze but now aware of who she was. She wasn't even upset that she caught him dancing with another girl, he obviously mistook her for her, at least from the way he kept moaning her name; if anything it was more embarrassing than something to be mad over.

"Okay I get it. Now sit down." She chuckled watching him reach for her like a baby. She needed to sober him up. She went to a cooler and pulled out a two cold waters after sitting him down on the stairs. She gave him one to drink watching him miss the bottle cap twice trying to open it.

She opened the one she had and downed it on his head. He screamed but didn't jump up or move. She watched his wig get completely soaked and sighed.

Why'd he drink so much....?

She grabbed the other from his and opened it.

"Drink."

She ordered cooly. He took it quietly and did as told, she walked past him to go inside, the music slamming into her ears again. She went into the downstairs bathroom and pulled a few towels. She went back out and pulled his large body with her to sit on a seat on the patio.

She removed his wig being sure no one was around to see and quickly covered his now damp head, the other towel around his shoulders to keep him warm and tucked the wig away onto her small bag

She didn't say anything as he continued to drink the water she gave him and instead pulled him into her arms, loving the idea of him being back where she could touch him.

They stayed like this for a few minutes. She rubbed his back, his head tucked away in her neck.

She's warm....

"I'm sorry...." he whispered feeling a lot more aware of what was going on. He wasn't sure what he was apologizing for as there were many things to be sorry for.

"Shut up...while I'm being nice." She mumbled her tone soft. He hummed snuggling into her the dizziness from earlier leaving him. Frankie shivered feeling his cold lips touch her neck, he smelled like booze and perfume.

She wanted to ask him so many things but knew he wouldn't be able to answer with how he was. He was sobering up but this was still no place to have a discussion like that. She heard him whimper and pulled back to look at him.

"Are you okay?"

"N-No!! I'm okay." He said a little too quickly, his face going red. She stared at him under the towel.

He didn't look okay.

She went to ignore him when she saw he was fidgeting with his hands; she looked down.

Ah....

"Let's get you inside. It's not okay to be out in the cold too long." She made him stand, watching as he failed to hide his arousal and led him back inside and up the stairs.

Frankie was a little annoyed with Dakota's behavior, she figured it's cause he was still feeling the buzz but either way how could he get excited at a time like this?

She glanced by her side at an embarrassed Dakota who probably thought he got away with hiding his lower half, he was walking funny and his eyes kept darting to her hoping she wouldn't see.

Idiot.

She led him into an empty room deciding to just leave him to let him sleep his drunkenness off.

"Get some rest...." She sat him down before glancing at his arousal.

"...... pervert." She stated casually watching as his mouth feel open and tears welled up in his eyes.

Oh no she saw!

"I- I'm sorry!" He gushed looking helpless. She hesitated to leave, an odd feeling coming over her. It was similar to guilt, or was it uncertainty? Either way her chest ached from the way Dakota apologized; staring at his tear filled eyes she felt the need to bully him.

She was still holding onto some anger from the mess he put her through.

"Oi."

She watched him flinch and tentatively look up to meet her eyes. She tensed the look he was giving her making something stir in her stomach. She looked away shaking her head and dismissing her cruel thoughts to bully him.

"Just sleep. I'll be back-"

"Wait! You're leaving?"

"Yeah. You need to-"

"Frankie I'm sorry don't go please!....don't...don't go please."

She frowned his desperation not making sense, it's not like he won't see her once he woke up. The pounding sound from the party outside going silent as they stared at each other.

Dakota didn't want her to leave, he didn't know when he'd see her again. He was fully sober by now and he'd be stupid to let just leave him. He knew she must hate him but he was selfish and wanted her to stay with him longer.

He pulled her to him and she didn't object, her expression stoic. It left him feeling anxious as what she was thinking didn't show on her face. She fell onto the bed and he got up to lock the door, his heart beating wildly as he turned to walk over to her again.

She hadn't moved.

He climbed ontop of her feeling breathless the harder he breathed. She stared up at him with an empty look, he felt his cheeks go red knowing he probably looked horrible with his wig cap and maybe messy make-up? It was waterproof so maybe what she did earlier didn't ruin it but he couldn't tell.

"What are you doing?"

He froze watching her brows pull together in what looked like anger but he wasn't sure, her eyes didn't look angry.... they looked more curious than anything.

"Uh....the uh...." He started. He didn't know either.

What was he doing?

Frankie sat up grabbing him by the waist so he now straddled her. She was small underneath him, having the smaller body between the two. He blushed feeling his bulge press into her stomach through his dress. His knees were bent at her sides forcing him to sit on her lap.

Her hands rested perfectly on his waist as he stared at her.

"Dakota, snap out if it. This isn't the time for this."

He blushed having to be told off.

"I know I just....."

Frankie was dying.

She was so shocked by what he was doing that it didn't even show on her face. She felt like her heart was about to burst. She breathed softly their current position dangerous for her health. It's not like she didn't touch him before, but she felt shy right now. Maybe it's because of how flustered and unsure Dakota was, or how desperate he seemed.

"We should talk first before we do anything."

She continued trying to be the voice of reason, and kill her own desires.

She swallowed thickly watching Dakota agree with her, she didn't move to get him off her and he didn't get up either.

The longer he straddled her the more his heat tempted her, soon she found herself biting her lip and slowly tracing her hands up his thighs, removing them from his hips.

"F-Frankie??"

Aaaah!! She knew what she said!! She knew!!

But Dakota was so cute right now, it was hard to resist. Since getting used to touching him it's almost as if that's all she wanted to do, touch him.

Her rational mind kept telling her this was wrong and not the right time. They were at a party, and this was some random person's bed! Plus they hadn't even talked yet....but....but she couldn't refuse him.

She might dislike men to their very atoms and want nothing more than their extinction but Dakota wasn't like them....he's the only man she craved.

Dakota whimpered feeling her hands caress him all over. He looked down at her small frame under him to see she was staring intently at his face, her eyes lost in thought. She was confusing him. Didn't she just tell him no? So why??

He gasped feeling her grab his ass and squeeze.

Oh...he's big....

She never noticed it before, but Dakota had a very fat ass. He blushed having never been touched like that, it didn't feel like anything but it made him excited for some reason. Her hands went back to his thighs and he opened his legs wider already feeling embarrassed by how naturally he invited her to touch him more. She took him up on his invitation and caressed him directly.

"Aughh.... Frankie...mmm." he gasped rubbing himself into her hands. He hummed throwing his head back. He felt so sensual, the positions switching made him overly excited.

He's never had a girl lead before, to top it off he was crossdressing as well. It's almost as if he was intoxicated by these simple changes. He bit his lip as she brushed his head and held her by her shoulders pulling her into his chest.

He felt her snuggle him and get past his clothing to lick at his nipples.

He shivered pulling back to look at her.

"Wha-what are you doing?"

"Licking you."

"Yeah but...."

"Do you hate it?" She asked innocently.

"This is what I saw the guys do in por-"

"Ah ah!! No!!" He yelled covering her mouth. He still had a somewhat innocent image of Frankie and despite the obvious current events that went WAY past that image and how skilled she seemed to be he wanted to still hold onto what little he had left.

He was dumb be knew that, but he was stubborn too; blushing he stared at her before bending down to kiss her once he removed his hand.

"I don't hate it....it just feels weird..."

He admitted truthful. It didn't send shocks through him but it didn't feel bad either. He figured it because he's never had them touched before. Frankie smiled looking at him expectantly.

Not being able to refuse those brown eyes he opened his low cut dress to expose his nipples.

Frankie chuckled going back to work.

Dakota tensed; her hands roaming him and her tongue swirling on his chest made him way to excited. He moaned softly feeling her touch him again under the dress. Her teeth grazed his nipple and he shivered the odd feeling building more and more. It's like the more she nibbled, sucked and teased them the more he felt some form of pleasure rush through him.

Frankie moaned pulling Dakota by the waist and running her hands across his broad back, his muscles making her giddy. She hugged him her mouth still stuck to his nipples. She could feel her lower region twitching and couldn't believe she was getting turned on from what she was doing.

This felt right.

A man reacting to her, reacting to her touch.

She was dominant right now.

That thought seemed to be enough as she felt herself tighten, just as Dakota rubbed into her stomach. He moaned and she loved the sound.

She pulled back staring at how red his nipples were and looked up at him. He was breathing heavy his entire face flushed and his eyes barely open. She pulled him down to kiss her and hummed loving the feeling.

Dakota drowned in Frankie's aggressive movements.

She totally had him.

He couldn't refuse her and followed her lead. He didn't think they'd be doing this so early due to her condition but he was so happy. She bit at his bottom lip making him tense and rub against her. She grabbed his waist massaging his ass and he pushed back against her hands the pressure of being squeezed doing something from him.

Her hands sunk into his ass and he moaned, the feeling making him rotate him hips with pleasure.

He pulled back from the kiss, to see Frankie's eyes were greedy.

He smiled pecking her.

"I want to do it....with you... " He whispered softly.

"Me too...." Frankie admitted wanting to taste him more. She was addicted to this new feeling.

"Are you sure... Frankie you shouldn't force-"

"I wouldn't be touching you like this if I wasn't sure." Dakota laughed. He smiled and kissed her softly, she moaned taking him all in.

"Let's do it."

They pulled apart and Frankie laid on her back as Dakota got in top. Frankie smiled reaching up to pull his wig cap off, his messy hair finally being free. She ran her hands through his hair watching as he closed his eyes from the feeling.

"I like you... Frankie..." He whispered his eyes still closed.

"I like you too." She grinned trailing her hands to rest on his waist.

"Thank gosh...." He teased watching her smile and leaned down to kiss her.

☆

Dakota blinked staring up at the ceiling.

He had woken up a few minutes ago and it wasn't fully morning, just the crack of dawn. Frankie layed in his arms fully naked.

He felt his face flush recalling how she grabbed at the bed sheets and kept calling his name.

He couldn't believe he had sex while in a dress, granted that dress disappeared moments later but he would never forget it!

"Mmm...." He turned to Frankie to see she shuffled in her sleep, the covers falling off to reveal her body. She had deep red spots all over from where he bit and sucked on her; he blushed and looked down at his own body that had a bit more bite marks. It seemed they both had a thing for biting, he chuckled softly. He went to pull the covers back over her when he caught sight of her nipples. He stared his mouth drooling, the urge to suck at them coming over him. He looked down at his no longer swollen but still red ones. He gently touched them and hissed feeling how sensitive they were, he felt his body tingle and smiled.

Apparently a guy's nipples could be pleasurable too.

He smiled, Frankie having showed him the joys of being dominated. He's never even thought of roles being switched, but he was open to it and loved the idea.

He took her breasts in his hand loving how soft and small they were. He trailed his hands down her body to stop at her lover half.

Ahhh. I'm getting hard again.

He heard her moan softly and looked up to see Frankie who stared at him seemingly half asleep. He chuckled and stood up to go to the bathroom connected to this room.

He did his business and came back in to see she was now wide awake. They blushed seeing each other, the memories shared between them causing them both embarrassment and joy.

"Ugh... We should uh...go. before you know..." Dakota mumbled picking up his dress and covering his lower area even though Frankie had already seen it all.

She nodded mutely her entire face red.

Frankie looked down at the sheets feeling oddly at peace. She glanced up at Dakota who kept looking for his wig cap and chuckled to herself a single thought in mind:

I had fun.

☆

~Dakota's OOTC~

(Outfit Of The Chapter)