Christmas Crossdressing
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Christmas Crossdressing
For BlazingPelt
By Draconicon
Christmas had come, and with it all the different difficulties with getting presents for the people that mattered in his life. For the most part, that was easier for Red than it was for most others, considering he didn't have that many that were important to him to begin with, but the mouse found that those that were ended up being all the harder to buy for.
Still, it seemed to have paid off. So far, Jake - his boyfriend - had been more than happy with the various clothes and a couple of electronics that the mouse had bought him, and his boyfriend was just as happy with his gifts in return.
Save for...
He looked at the one box that had gone unopened thus far, the last present that was under the tree. It had the familiar look of clothing. A flat box, with a long side and a not-too-wide side, and too light to be anything else. He groaned, bracing himself as the cat pulled it out from under the tree, and looked up at Jake with a hesitant smile.
"Uh, is it clothes?"
"Hehehe, open it."
"You know that I'm not that good with these."
"Come on, just humor me. Give it a look."
The cat's twitching tail and smiling face persuaded him to at least try it out. He sighed, and opened the present, throwing the wrapping paper all over the place. It took a good minute to get to the bottom of it, as Jake must have wrapped it in multiple layers, but when he managed to get the box open, he didn't see what he expected to see.
Rather than a coat, or a shirt, or even pants, there was...well, one might call it a uniform, but that would be being a little over-generous to the clothing inside.
He picked it up, piece by piece. One could have been a shirt, if it was anything more than a cloth wrap that looked too tight for most ladies. He imagined that most men would find it too big, too, and he blushed as he realized that it would go over his chest and nipples and not much else, not even over his shoulders or down to his stomach.
Laying it down beside him, he dug a little deeper and blushed worse as he saw that the next piece was not just a shirt, but a miniskirt, one that would barely come down past his crotch, if that. He would be amazed if it even reached down to the bottom of his butt, let alone further than that.
And last...
Shaking his head, Red slowly pulled the thong that was left in the box into the light, holding it spread between his fingers and slowly shaking his head. He hoped that it was a joke, but the way that Jake was smiling at him...
"Jake?"
"Come on, it's not like it's your first time."
"You can't be - I wasn't even wanting that!"
"Oh really?"
The cat chuckled, and the mouse harrumphed to himself. He threw the thong back in the box, but before he could do the same with the rest of the clothing, Jake reached out and grabbed him by the wrist.
"Come on, you said you'd try it for me. How many times do I do things for you?"
"..."
"Come on."
"Okay, okay. But this is going to be your birthday gift, too."
"Hehehe, I'm good with that."
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It didn't take very long to get dressed, if one could call it that. Red stood in the middle of the bathroom, staring at the mirror as he looked at himself in his new attire. It was...rather humiliating, to say the least, and he wasn't sure how to take it. It was like staring at a stranger rather than himself, and his cheeks burned as he saw just how...fitted all the clothes were.
The wrap around his chest didn't hide his nipples, and he swore that they showed through better than when he was naked. His belly was bare - though thankfully flat - and the skirt was just as bad as he'd been expecting. He could feel a draft coming up from behind, and if he turned, he could just barely make out the edge of the curve of his ass.
This is humiliating.
But...
As he turned, he could feel the thong cradling his cock, could feel the way that it pressed down on him in such a different way than boy underwear did. He bit his lip as he moved, feeling every little stroke, including the rubbing of the thong between his ass cheeks and right up against his hole. The sensation of something rubbing there...
No, you stay down!
His cock didn't listen to his protest, and he glared down at the slight bulge that was starting to appear in the front of the skirt. That was the last thing he needed.
"Red!"
And there was the second to last thing he needed. A reminder that he needed to come out. The mouse groaned, looking at himself in the mirror, and blushing at what he saw. The sight of a mouse in such attire was not...bad, but he just wished that he wasn't the mouse in the clothes that he was wearing.
"Red, come on. I wanna see."
"I'm coming, I'm...I'm coming."
He took one last look, and then turned around, stepping out of the bathroom and back into the hallway. Just barely, he could make out Jake standing in the doorway of their bedroom, the cat looking like he'd got the cream. The mouse walked over, blushing every time that he took a step and he felt the softer underthings he wore rubbing against his cock, or against his ass. It was something...it was something very different, and he had to admit that he liked it. Even the slight sense of being exposed was surprisingly freeing, in its own way.
Jake smiled as he reached the bedroom, helping guide him to the bed. They both laid down, the cat being the big spoon as they cuddled.
"You okay, Red?"
"It's...weird. I just..."
"You like it?"
He nodded.
"Don't want to like it?"
He shook his head.
"Well, you know you don't have to in public. We can just have this here, with us."
"..."
He blushed, slowly reaching down to the bottom of his skirt. He lifted it slightly, and felt at his cock. It was already pushing at the edges of his underwear, almost sliding out of his thong, and he wanted to deal with it. He started wrapping his fingers around his cock -
"You know, it feels better if you do it differently."
"How?"
"Not like that."
The cat's hand pulled his away, and the other one -
"AH!"
Red gasped as a finger pressed the thong aside, and then slid gently past his hole. He blushed worse than ever, the mouse's hole squeezing down hard on that finger as it tried to go further inside of him.
"Just relax. I promise, this feels really good."
"Mmph...it's...big."
"Not as big as the time that rat -"
"Don't remind me about that!"
He blushed, turning his head towards the bed, but that finger kept slowly sliding in. It wasn't so bad as that time, but it was so different compared to how he normally had fun. The fact that he was dressed up in a skirt, too, with those soft things on him, looking...looking like a girly little...
Red moaned, his cock oozing pre down as his prostate was bumped and nudged, teased and poked. It was like it was getting a shock of pleasure through the system every time that it was touched, and it was so different from touching himself. It was stronger, for one, and a lot more...more pleasurable.
He whimpered as that finger pushed deeper, pulled back, and then brought a friend. Red arched his back, his teeth biting down into a pillow as those two fingers were gently pressed back inside of him. Each thrust made him whimper, and each press or scissoring of those fingers only made him harder.
"Nnngh...I...mmmph."
"Don't worry. I think you're getting close."
"Gaaah...so...mmmph."
He was unable to speak, unable to help himself as he got closer and closer to the edge, his pleasure rising faster and faster as he got used to the feeling of something inside of him. It was getting so...so hot...
Finally, as the fingers curled and rubbed over his prostate, he went over the edge. The mouse growled for a moment before squeaking as he came, shooting his load into his thong, soaking it and making it drip.
He flopped back on the bed, still panting as those fingers slid out, and he wriggled back into his boyfriend's arms. It was warm and good there, and he blushed as he was hugged and nuzzled.
"Good?"
"Good."
"Good gift?"
"...Pretty good gift. Better fingerwork."
"Hehehe, see why I like it now?"
"Starting to...but next time, it's your turn."
The End