[Caramel Flan]

(Going to do a short time skip. :P)

Alexander was whisked away to be shoved in a dress. He was forced to wear a metal brassiere since it would be weird to see a flat chested girl, these days. The dress was very high fashion, white with black lace. The hat he wore was frilly and would be a show-stopper. He was given a unisex pair of shoes, bracelet, and necklace. A lady, who knew he was a boy but has done the same sort of thing before, gave him a little make over using horse-tail hair extensions that needed to washed out after use, neutral make up, and trimmed his fingernails.

Alexander examined himself well. He didn't look like a girl, exactly. But he could easily be mistaken for one. He had a high-pitch voice, as well. He turned circles a few times getting used to walking in the shoes given to him. The brassiere was already getting on his nerves, but he made his way back to Tar afterwards.

[Uzekins]

(lol woot ;3)

Tar watched as best he could for the makeover process as he sat on the bed. He had watched the lady get to work and was surprised it actually did look good on the boy. "I think it's a pass. What do you think? Everyone?" He asked around the room.

[Caramel Flan]

Alexander looked around the room to all of the smiles, wicked looking, and nods. He even nodded at himself. One think he was really glad of, not wearing any pink. He didn't like the color, much. Many of the women going to the ball every night wore a pink, frilly dress. He thought the dresses were ugly, but kept the thoughts to himself. He sat down on the bed waiting for the next event.

[Uzekins]

Tar was being devious. He was plotting what to do with the boy after the event was over if they weren't exhausted from dancing or something. He had watched the dress being put on and everything so he knew the access points of getting it off quickly as well.