RP [Stitches] Doki-Doki Channel!

[UmbraSight]

Kiyomi watched, only a touch nervously as Hotaru took a moment to contemplate the clothes that she had offered up. Were none of them to her liking? Hotaru was a lot taller than she was, and she seemed to be contemplating the shirt the most, so maybe Kiyomi could ask her dad about borrowing one of his? Before she could ask Hotaru about it the taller girl scooped up the nightgown with a bit of a dubious look on her face.

“If its too tight around the middle you can loosen the ribbon around the waist.” She said, brightly, hoping to reassure her friend. “And it’s just for tonight anyway, next time it won’t be a surprise so you can bring your own!” She also added with a smile. She was rather hopeful that things would go well enough tonight that Hotaru would want to do another sleepover, she hadn’t dont one in so long!

“Oh, right! You can use the bathroom down the hall.” Kiyomi said, stepping over to the doorway and poking her head so she could point to a door at the end of the hallway. “If you need anything just call.” Hotaru directed Kiyomi stepped back to her bed and picked up the pink gown she had decided against offering Taru.

“Once we’re changed we can raid the kitchen for snacks and watch a movie or something.” She said, bouncing on her heels.

 

[Stitches]

Taru nodded, and with that, headed off down the hall to the bathroom. The moment she was inside, she sat down on the seat of the toilet and looked at the delicate dress in her hands. She swallowed hard and pushed her hair back out of her face. Maybe she could have just gone with the shirt. After all, it would have made her more comfortable in the long run. Even if it wasn’t the girly choice.

Even as she was thinking it, her dad’s voice rang out in her head. “If you aren’t feminine then you’ll never find someone. If you’re not feminine, people won’t want to be around you. No one wants to be friends with a girl who acts like a boy, even less to be partners with that kind of person.”

She took in a deep breath and quickly changed from her uniform and into the dress. It hit her mid thigh, just a little high for her liking, but she could deal with that. She took a look in the mirror. The girl who looked back was playing the part she was supposed to, despite the discomfort on her face. She adjusted the waist ribbon to be looser on her-- just enough as was acceptable-- and she headed back to the bedroom. When she got there, she knocked softly, not wanting to walk in on Kiyomi changing. Even the idea made her flush a little and shift back away from the door,.