Anthony and Open
Anthony had meant to go see Stephen before coming to the party tonight, but he had taken far too much time getting ready. He hadn't thought getting into Dory's corset was going to take as long as it really did. And it was more than just that. Anthony had gone all out, reading through the book she had provided him the day before. He learned how to properly tuck and the practically panties he was wearing under the corset looked rather nice over his now flat crotch. And it wasn't as uncomfortable as he had thought it would be. But it had taken a while to get right. When he had finally gone to Dory to do his make-up (not even a book could convince him to go anywhere near his eye with a pencil and terrifying looking do-dads), it was later than he had planned, though not terribly late. And he was more or less shaved. He had used a potion she provided him to remove the hair on his legs. The silky clean feel was so strange. But with the stilettos he had jammed his feet into? His legs looked amazing.
If he was going to go in drag, he was going to go all out and do it correctly, okay?
There was a slight tinge to his cheeks as he entered the Great Hall, whether from the alcohol he had already imbibed (not a lot) or because he was taking a moment to rethink this whole costume idea, well, he wouldn't tell. But as soon as he was in the Great Hall, whatever doubts he had was gone. He was going to work it. "Who wants to get this girl a drink?" He jutted his hip to the left, his right hand on his hip. Working it.