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Cale saw On staring at a dress in the window of a boutique as they shopped.
“Do you want it?” Cale asked the white-haired kitten.
“I don’t have enough allowance for it,” On said shyly, looking between the dress and Cale.
Cale scoffed, “I’m your guardian, you don’t need to worry about stuff like that.”
On smiled, it was then Cale recognized it as his own scamming smile.
“So you’d buy me any dress I want?” Asked On smiling mischievously.
Cale let out a sigh and then a small smile, they learned from the best scammer, “Of course.”
On giggled as she and Cale entered the Boutique.
As soon as they entered Cale informed the owner to give On every dress she asks for or even looks at.
“Actually just give me all the dresses in her size,” Cale finally decides.
“Isn’t that too much?” On asked as if she didn’t try and scam Cale into buying her stuff a few minutes prior.
“We’re rich On, just tell me which ones you hate and I’ll put them back,” Cale said
On smiled widely and nodded.
“Ah and tailor the size to her,” Cale says to the employees as an afterthought.
“Of course, such is expected for such a noblewoman such as yourself!” The old woman who had owned the store said.
…noblewoman?
“Such a sweet child you have here,” the old woman said with a honey-like smile.
Cale didn’t know how to respond to the misunderstanding so he just nodded his head.
“She’s sweet but also very vicious as all young girls are,” Cale said, nodding to himself thinking about his younger sister Lily and On and every other girl he knew. All of them loved swords and fighting because all girls love fighting and weapons.
The old lady laughed, “Children can be quite vicious.”
“Cale!!! I’m all done being measured!!! I’m 4 ft 6 inches!!!!” On yelled running back to Cale.
“How tall,” Cale said amusedly.
“If you find any dresses you like for the young one you can leave it here to be tailored to her exact size and pick them up in a few days,” the old lady says, “Ah for an extra fee of course.”
Cale smiles, this old lady knows how to do business, “Alright that sounds good.”
On flits around from place to place gathering dresses for an hour.
Cale watches as On picks different dresses and explains why she likes them.
On sees a red dress the colour of Cale’s hair, “Cale look that one looks like you!” On says showing the dress she saw.
It was an adult dress that was long and red with a black gradient towards the bottom, it was made out of expensive-looking silks and looked off to the touch. It was cut with a deep neckline showing off and sleeveless with a high leg slit going down the dress. It looked like the dresses he saw in magazines before the apocalypse- back when he was a homeless orphan one that he always wanted but could never afford-
“It’s pretty,” Cale said
On continued looking at different dresses for a bit before Cale stopped her.
Cale is pretty tired from all the standing he’s been doing.
“Alright On, how about we stop for today and get more another day?” Cale says.
On jumps, she forgot he was there and feels bad, Cale is very weak!!! What if he faints!!
“Okay Cale, don’t faint,” On chastises.
Cale rolls his eyes but takes On’s hand as they walk back.
“Human!!!” Raon yells flying over to Cale as soon as they meet back with the group.
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“Alright here’s all the dresses packaged in presents, dearie,” The old lady shop owner says.
Cale hands her a bag of money.
“Would you also like to buy a dress for yourself, young lady?”
Cale should correct her- he should say no but instead, he doesn’t.
Cale stares at the red dress from before.
“Oh, would you like this one?”
He should say no.
-
Cale returns home and hides the dress he bought deep within his closet and gives On the dresses she bought.
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It’s the middle of the night and Cale can’t stop repeating the memory of the Store owner calling him a young lady. He should be annoyed but he.. likes it.
She.
It feels nice.
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Choi Han is also from Korea he- she?- could ask him.
He’d understand.
“ Hey, Choi Han can you come over here?” Cale asks in Korean.
Choi Han nods and heads into Cale’s room with Cale.
“ Is everything alright Cale-nim?” Choi Han asks in Korean like the mother hen he is.
Cale clears his- her- their throat, “ Can you use she/her pronouns for me for a second?”
Choi Han blinks, taking a few seconds to comprehend the sentence but once he does he smiles brightly, “ Of course Cale-nim! I like Cale-nim she is nice! She is a self-sacrificial idiot-“
“You don’t have to go that far,” Cale says, unimpressed.
“She really needs to take better care of herself,” Choi Han continues.
“Okay that’s enough ,” Cale says, swapping back to Raon Kingdom’s language.
“Did it help you Cale-nim?” Choi Han asks.
Cale nods, “it felt nice.”
She liked it.
-
No one was home in the Super Rock villa. It was a rare day where Cale was by herself.
The kids were out playing and Choi Han was training the rest. Cale, being the lazy slacker she is, isn’t joining them.
Beacrox and Ron were out doing Molan business *cough assassination cough*
A perfectly good day to stay in bed reading books and eating grapes.
Cale’s eyes flicker to her closet where she put the dress she bought over a month ago.
No one is home so it should be perfectly fine to try it on right?
Cale carefully unravelled the dress from where she hid it in her closet.
It’s a bit crinkled and cold but what can one do?
She changed into it, careful to make sure she didn’t rip any seams as it was not tailored to her body.
Once it was on properly she looked in her mirror.
The dress was loose around the top due to her non-existent boobs and hugged her thin waist closely, the exposed back was held together with a piece of fabric as a tie but was covered up by Cale’s long hair which had continued to grow from its previously shoulder-length hair during the war and now was now sitting just above half of her back. The leg slit exposed the milky unblemished skin of her leg and curled around the shape of her as-
“Hey Cale do you have a-,” Rosalyn opened the door to her room stopping mid-sentence when she saw Cale.
Cale cleared her throat, “Hiya?”
This snapped Rosalyn out of her stupor, “Nice dress.”
“Thanks, I bought it,” replied Cale.
There was a silence that overtook the room for a few more seconds before Rosalyn spoke, “Do you want to borrow some of my makeup and jewellery?”
Cale nodded.
At that moment Rosalyn internally agreed with Ron about the puppy-like young master.
“Alright let’s go to my room,” Rosalyn said.
When Rosalyn entered she sat Cale down in front of the vanity.
“Alright with the look you have going on right now I think some black khol and deep scarlet eyeshadow would look good,” Rosalyn said.
“Do whatever you want,” responded Cale, which was Cale for ‘go ahead’.
Rosalyn applied the makeup to her face with the makeup brush.
The bristles tickled Cale’s skin as she applied it.
“Cale stop moving!” Chastised Rosalyn as Cale squirmed under the ticklish touch.
While she was applying the blush some of the powder got near her nose causing her to sneeze. Rosalyn tried and failed not to laugh at Cale’s glare.
The makeup accentuated her naturally androgenous appearance and highlighted her slender cheekbones and resting bitch face-
“Alright now that we’re done the makeup time to do the rest!” Rosalyn said putting down the brush.
“The rest?” Cale asked, slowly opening her eyes.
“Yeah, the rest- this poor Rosalyn has never had a younger sister to dress up of course she has to take the first chance she gets right, Cale?” Rosalyn said in a smile that was eerily similar to when Ron served her lemon tea… maybe she should get them to spend less time together…
Cale got shivers down her spine as she saw the smile.
“Of course, this younger sister would love to fulfill her unni’s dream,” Cale said.
Rosalyn’s smile dropped for a split smile before a genuine smile showed up on her face and she grabbed her hairbrush to comb out Cale’s hair.
After she combed her hair Rosalyn braided it in a fishtail braid adding a small gold rose clip at the edge.
She also gave Cale black gloves that go just past her elbows and a gold necklace with a Saphirre in the middle.
Rosalyn nodded to herself as she admired her work, “Alright Cale you can look in the mirror now.”
“Oh,” Cale breathed out in a low voice, “I look like a girl.”
And it was like something finally clicked to her. Even before the transmigration she felt wrong but had always been too busy barely surviving and fighting to have the time to figure it out.
And seeing it in front of her, she felt right.
She did a little twirl in her dress. ‘Hmm yes this is right’ she hummed to herself.
She never realized she was missing this until she saw the person in the mirror.
Cale smiled.
EXTRA:
Rosalyn: Let’s go to the market!
Cale: LIKE THIS??
Rosalyn: No one will recognize you plus I‘ll tell them your my little sister!
Cale: …no stans?
Rosalyn: No stans
EXTRA 2:
Cale: I’d like another dress
Rosalyn: this is where you bought it? Nice I’ll recc you more places
The old lady: young lady! I see you’ve returned with a friend!
Cale: wait how did she know-
EXTRA 3:
*a week after*
Cale: where are we going?
Rosalyn: girls night out!!
Cale: but we’re in the black castle?
Sherrit: the boys have been locked out
Witira: yeah girl time
On: is that the dress I saw at the store??
Lina: it looks nice on you Cale
Cale: thanks I got it on sale