Leslie stood in front of the mirror, his head tilted slightly to the side as he held the dress up to his body. It wasn't<i>quite</i>long enough, but a similar cut might work. And with a little makeup, the boy started to wonder what the finished product would look like.<br/><br/>"Aaaaash," he called out hesitantly, turning and holding the slinky minidress against his slim, frail figure. "How does it...?"<br/><br/>He paused. The real question was one that he was still frightened to ask, even if the twins had come looking for clothes for exactly this reason.<i>Would you fuck me in this?</i>was the real question, but it was too awkward, too weird to ask right here. He inhaled, biting his bottom lip as he popped one hip outward. "Uh, how does it look?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>