Last One More Time

Mike: Dammit, Alice!! How often do I have to tell you!? I need to quit crossdressing if I want a normal life. My college life will be over soon and I need to get ready for it!!

 Alice: I know, I know~ But this is important! And you're the only one who can help me. You haven't thrown away your women's clothes anyway. So please, just help me for one last time. It won't hurt you.

 Mike: Yes! I still have them, but that doesn't mean I'm going to wear them again. My future is in trousers and shirts, not bras, panties and high heels, Alice!!

 Alice: It can't hurt to try one more time, right? After all, you've done this many times before. Plus, you're really comfortable wearing bras and panties under your clothes. Sometimes on weekends you even wear crop tops and miniskirts with high heels! Everyone was looking at you like you were some kind of goddess without knowing that you're actually a guy!

 Mike: Trust me - this is going to be my last time dressing up as a girl to help you out. There's no "next time" after this one. Are we clear!?

 Alice: Okay~ okay~ Geez~ You nag like a “real” girl! I don't understand why you are so insistent with your masculinity. You look so pretty and hot as a girl. Why don’t you just keep dressing up and find a job as a woman!?

 Mike: (ignoring Alice's last sentence) Hand me the blouse and pencil skirt. God!! I really can't believe it!! How can you agree to help your double date again...

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