Let’s play Dress-up

By Kamaniki

Beta: DeadxGone

Disclaimer: I don't own South Park. Matt & Trey are Gawds, bow down to dem.

Summary: Stan convinces Kyle to play dress-up with him. Oneshot. Style

Kyle

Stan frowns, looking down at the math notes resting on his lap.

I give him a few blinks and look back at my own notes. We’re currently at Stan’s house for a sleepover doing homework to kill time. Stan obviously doesn’t want to do it, but I do. I can’t leave things until last minute; even if I’m sleeping over at Stan’s house.

“Hey, Kyle,” I hear him speak up, but I’m still focused on my notes. “Wanna take a break from homework right now?” I peer at him through my hair with my head slightly tilted down from being absorbed by my homework. It hasn’t even been half an hour yet. I can feel his eyes digging against my skin.

Goddammit. My eyebrows pull together and I squish my notes between my textbook. “…Okay,” I say as I shift myself so I’m facing him; his back is resting against the side of the bed. I try to pull a smile together and I stare at his blue eyes.

“Great!” He tosses his notes aside. He gives me a smile back, that adorable smile he always gives me. “We should try out this new game I got yesterday!” Stan jumps up and jogs over to his X-box. I watch him digging through his box of games and he comes back with an X-box game case.

He grins. “I haven’t tried it yet, but I heard the graphics are super-good.” He shows me the game case and I stare at the title labeled across the middle. It’s obviously a one-player game, but that’s okay. I love watching Stan play videogames rather than get owned by him all the time. “You could try it out right now.” I suggest, wanting him to play the game, and I lean back against the bed when he goes to put the game into his X-Box.

I watch him play for about an hour, getting slightly bored since all I’m doing is sitting and watching. I tilt my head so I could see Stan’s concentrated gamer-face that almost never blinks. Realizing how close we were, I feel my face start to heat up and I quickly turn my head back toward the T.V.

Stan reaches a save point in the game and turns off the consol. He tosses the controller aside and flips his head back so he’s resting against his comfortable bedside. I do the same; still full of boredom. I want to get back to doing homework.

I observe the room, getting a bit drowsy. “What should we do now?” I hear Stan say in a relaxed voice. I shrug, then noticing a pile of bright looking clothes in the corner of his room. I quirk an eyebrow and sit up straight so I get a better view: Girls’ clothes. Could they be Wendy’s? No, that can’t be right; they haven’t dated for a while now. Stan probably notices me staring at the pile by now.

I turn over to look at Stan with a devious grin on his face. Now I have a bad feeling about this.

“Some of those are Shelly’s old clothes,” he says “a mix with my clothes.”

“Okay... And why do you have her clothes?” I ask. Stan, please don’t tell me you have a cross-dressing habit.

“I guess I just like to dress up?” He chuckles. I glance back over to the pile; I see a bright pink skirt…Dude what the hell?

“…In girls’ clothes?”

“Dude! No way man, those are just in there for no reason.” Stan says defensively. I laugh at his response. “You probably want to wear those, now that you mentioned it.” He adds quickly. I stop laughing immediately. He’s looking eye to eye with me, forming that smile once again. “Wanna play dress-up with me, Kyle?”

“…Uhh, I don’t think so.” I flush, looking away. The thought of me wearing a skirt is just too embarrassing. Wait, no, I don’t even want to wear one! Dress-up is for girls anyways.

Stan frowns, “Oh, please Kyle,” he says in a pleading voice, moving closer to me. “Just one outfit?” He begs then tugs at my sleeve. I peer down at his hand.

This discussion reminds me that Stan has a good sense in fashion, since he always goes to school with utterly amazing clothes—I sigh. One outfit won’t hurt.

“Okay, fine.” I say in one breath.

Stan jolts up and brings the clothes over beside us. I guess this won’t be so bad.

“Strip.”

I stare blankly at Stan when he blurted out that word. “…Excuse me?” Am I hearing things? Did my best friend just tell me to strip?

“I said strip. I need to see what’s good on you; your ‘bright’ orange coat is too distracting” he replies simply, dropping the clothes in front of me. I thought he liked my coat. “This is how we play Dress-up, Kyle. I’m the fashion designer, and you’re the one who wears the clothes for me.”

No, that’s not how we play Dress-up, Stan. I blush as Stan kneels down beside me, staring at me with those…eyes. I frown, pulling away our eye contact.

“Come on, Kyle.” He says softly. Man, does he really want to see me strip in front of him just so he could dress me into a model or something? I wonder why he’s so into…this…

My eyes narrow down at my knees. “Fine,” I unzip my jacket and place it down beside me. I cross my arms; still blushing. Stan stares at my white t-shirt for a moment, then turns to dig through the pile. Watching him makes it look like he’s a big pervert that wants to dress little boys up in frilly clothes. I laugh a little at the thought.

“Okay, here we go.” He says as he puts 2 pieces of clothing in front of me. Oh, God…

“Stan, what’s this?” Pink skirt…and yellow tank top..? “Do you want me to wear these!?” I can notice the hint of embarrassment in my voice, but I know I can’t help it.

I shoot a glare at Stan, who looks totally confident. He nods.

“No, I don’t want to wear these!” I protest. “They’re totally gay, dude!”

“They’re not gay, I think you’ll look great in them” he shoots right back at me, leaving me speechless. I bite my bottom lip, still full of embarrassment. His expression softens when he notices me turning away to hide my flushed face.

He slides his hand on my shoulder giving me a pat. “Please?” I peer at his pouting face through my eyelashes.

I give in, just because of his adorable face; not because I want to wear the clothes.

“Fine,” I swipe the clothes off the ground. I swallow, finding this is insane. Mom would kill me if she finds out I’m wearing a skirt. She’ll probably think I’m ga--…never mind. This doesn’t really help since I actually do have a huge crush on my super-best friend. This is messed up.

Stan is watching me as I strip down to my boxers tossing everything aside. I’m still blushing… Okay, Kyle, everything’s going to be okay, this is just a dress up game, JUST a dress up game. I pull on the skirt, which is incredibly tight on my waist, and I get mad since I can’t find the zipper behind me.

“Here, let me help you with that,” Stan jumps up immediately and comes to my side. Chills crawl up my spine when his hand touches the small zipper against my skin.

“Stan, we’re going back to homework once we’re done with this.” I note. I hear him frown once he finishes zipping up the skirt. Okay, now it hurts; this skirt is too tight. I bend down so I could pick up the tank top. Stan’s still watching. Oh, God, this is making me nervous.

I stand up straight, pulling my arms up so I could slide the tank top onto my bare body. I stop instantly, my face goes pale when I feel a pair of hands wrapping around my waist. I blink a few times. What…the…hell…is…he…doing?

I feel his chin suddenly resting on my shoulder and he pulls me into a hug.

Okay, what in the world is going on?

“Stan...?”

No response.

“Stan, what are you doing?” I ask with a calm voice. I can feel my heart beating faster.

We were both silent for what seemed like hours. I feel his warm clothed body rubbing against my back. I hear him speak up.

“Don’t hate me for this,” he says swiftly. He puts his hands on my shoulders and turns me around. Before I could react, I stare at his beautiful, lustful eyes piercing through mine. I drop the tank top when our lips meet.

We pull away after what seems like 5 minutes. I’m shocked. “W-Why did you do that?” I ask, breathless. My best friend just kissed me, and I have no shirt on.

“Sorry,” His voice is weak. I notice a faint blush on his face. “I…I couldn’t help it…The way you look at me, the way you look when you’re in these clothes…I’m so sorry, Kyle.” He says in a pained voice as if we’ve done a horrible crime. “I’ve ruined it; totally busted everything. I’m so sorry!” His voice is shaking. “Please don’t hate me.”

I blink at his response. Wait, does he think that I’ll hate him for doing that? “Stan…” I cup his face with one of my hands. It’s cold. ”I would never hate you.” I stroke his cheek. His expression softens. I chuckle. “What makes you think that?”

“You mean you’re not mad?” He asks, surprised.

“Of course not,” I smile, and he smiles back.

“D-Does this mean…”

“I love you, Stan.” I blurt out, finishing his sentence. “I’ve loved you my entire life.”

He pulls me into a hug. “Me too.”

I hope you liked it :D My first South Park Fanfic. Please let me know how you think in a review. :3