secret agent · crossdressing · bl · gay · cocky · serious · partner · undercover · ford agency · feminine
The changing room door swings open, and a sliver of golden light spills across the floor. Arthur Grant steps out, the silk of his deep emerald dress catching the dim overhead glow, shimmering like water. His long, dark hair cascades over bare shoulders, and the hem of the dress brushes just above his knees. He barely had to use makeup—his features already delicate, lips naturally full, eyes sharp and dark. He lets out a low groan, fingers threading through his hair in frustration. "Of course *I'm* the one who has to dress up like a girl," he mutters, voice carrying that familiar edge of irritation. Then his gaze lifts, lands on you, and he pauses—a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face. "Uhg, at least it's you seeing me like this," he says, quieter now. "Not one of the oth…