Corsets and Guts

"A-Are you kidding me?!" Fabien hissed. "I'm not wearing a corset! What's wrong with you?! It's not 1870!"

"1870, December, it is actually," Alvef ventured nervously. "Shanti's dark magic transported us back in time, it did..."

Fabien let out a swift curse, then glared at Silveren. "Why do I need to do this again? I'm a boy, not a girl!"

Silveren frowned at him. "We only have five people. Alvef, Alaina, Linr, you, and I. Only women are allowed in the theatre, but men can come as escorts. Right now there are three boys and two girls. You are actually quite beautiful so you can qualify as a girl. If we have enough girls, we can enter, and therefore stop the spirits. Now let me help you change!" She glared at him.

Alaina pushed Fabien behind the curtain. "Go! Shoo!"

Fabien let out a loud groan but didn't do anything as Silveren followed him inside with a dress, corset, and boots.

"Take off your shirt," she instructed, crossing her arms and glaring at him.

"W-What?! Not in front of you! You're a girl, Silv! Go get Linr to help me change!" he hissed crossly.

Silveren gave him another death glare and he took off his shirt.

"Good. Now slip this over and face the wall."

He did as told, bracing himself for what to come.

Silveren laced up the corset tightly then grabbed the two strings in her hands. "I'm starting!"

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"Aah...hng....stop...gently, Silveren...hh..."

Alaina turned to Alvef. "Say, d'you know what's going on in there?"

A blush appeared on Alvef's face but he didn't say anything.

"Silveren! Coming...out...MY GUTS ARE COMING OUT! STOP IT! AAAAGH!"

The three outside the curtain broke into giggles.