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Robert looks down at the lingerie again. Perhaps, he’ll switch over. After all, if it’s under his clothes, no one can see. He’s reminded of the bralette still sitting in the box and picks it up. Luckily it didn’t have actual cups, so it would fit snug against Robert’s flat chest. The butterflies flew faster, and the dispatcher felt excitement coarse through him. Fuck, he really wanted to put it on, he has to. He flips the clothing around and fumbles with the clasps, finally separating them.
“Oi! Bob-bitch, Guess who’ll be needing insulin tomo-“
Robert freezes, feeling his blood run cold. The butterflies cease their flight, falling into the stomach acid. His hands stop, clutching the bralette. No way…this can’t be happening! But the voice was crisp in his ears, and his right side felt a new tinge of warmth. Slowly, his head turns until his eyes meet Flambae’s.
Robert Robertson wrestles with his feminine side.