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Marie walked into Jordan’s dorm after class, and for a moment, thought they weren’t there. Then she saw something move underneath the comforter. Grinning, she set down her bag by the door, and tiptoed towards the bed, grabbing onto the lump of blankets all at once. “Boo!”, she laughed as she sat down beside them, expecting to be met with a giggle, or a playfully annoyed reaction, but there was only a little more movement. She frowned. Slowly, she found the edge of the blanket and peeled it back just enough to find Jordan’s face. They were in their female form, curled up in a ball, and glanced up at her nervously, looking as tiny and vulnerable as Marie had ever seen them. “Hey”. They squeaked out. She had expected that they were napping, and she’d find them relaxed and happy to see her, but they looked miserable, lost.
“What’s wrong?”
Jordan only shrugged, but their gaze was fixed on something across the room. Marie followed their eye-line and noticed something that should’ve been obvious. There was a stunning navy ball gown made seemingly entirely of tulle and glitter hung in the half closed closet and sticking out. Its straps plunged down to a deep V neckline, and where the bodice meets the skirt, it poofed out, like a real princess dress. It would look gorgeous on Jordan, Marie noted, if it wasn’t being mangled by the closet door at the moment.
Her jaw dropped and she put a hand on Jordan’s cheek. “Baby, it’s beautiful! I can’t wait to see you in it!”
They pull the blanket back over their head, pushing Marie’s hand away. “s’not gonna happen”. They mumble through the covers.
She frowned down at them. “Are you okay?”.
After getting no response, she continued. “I know you don’t wear stuff like this often, it’s okay if you changed your mind.”.
Jordan sat up all at once, tears streaming down their face. The blankets fell to the side as they sat criss cross applesauce on the bed facing Marie. “But I didn’t!”, they wailed, “I LOVE this dress!”.
Marie quickly pulled Jordan in, and after a few seconds embrace, she leant back and used the sleeves of her sweatshirt to wipe some of the still falling tears off her partner’s cheek. After Jordan’s breath had steadied a little, she spoke again.
“If you love the dress, what’s the problem babe?”.
Jordan sniffed, looking overwhelmed. They hid their face in their hands. “It just doesn’t work on me”. They cried.
Marie nodded, thinking she got it. “It doesn’t fit when you’re in your other form?”
Jordan raised their face to make eye contact, desperately trying to make her understand. “No! I made sure it was loose enough that I could switch! But… when I’m like this it…” they groan and pull their hair in frustration. “Fuck me, I hate feeling like this! It’s not tight enough to hold my tits in place!”.
She didn’t, knowing how upset Jordan was, but Marie wanted to laugh in that moment.
“I don’t think I can ever wear a dress like this, it’ll never fit right on both forms!”.
Marie put her hands on their head and gave them a gentle kiss on the forehead.
“Baby, I think I know how to help. Can I see?”.
Jordan wore an apprehensive look, but nodded anyway. They trusted her.
With some teamwork and lots of adjusting, Marie helped Jordan get the dress on. She went around the back to do up the zipper, and noticed that Jordan had their arms glued to their front. “There”. She breathed, turning Jordan by the shoulders to see the front of the dress. Her eyes scanned slowly up the dress. She was right, it was gorgeous on them. The colour went with their hair perfectly, and the shape was absolutely lovely. Jordan gave a nervous smile, arms still crossed over their chest.
“Oh my god,” Marie breathed, “you- you’re stunning”. A blush crept over their face.
“Thanks, but… how do I-“. They nervously adjusted the straps on the dress. They were right, it didn’t fit quite right. Their breasts were sitting unnaturally low beneath the fabric, and were clearly not secure as Jordan made slight adjustments.
Marie stepped closer and placed a hand on their waist, enjoying feeling like she was courting a fair lady. She gave a gentle smile. “Jordan, princess, you just need a bra in this dress”.
Jordan’s face fell. “God, okay, this is really embarrassing, but I tried on one of yours earlier and that didn’t work either. Thanks for trying, but I just don’t think I can wear this dress”.
This time, Marie did laugh. “Okay, now this is a serious question”. She bit her lip to keep from snickering too much. “Do you think that our boobs are the same size?”.
Jordan’s face turned completely pink, and they instantly rebutted. “NO! I mean- I don’t know- I never…”.
“I know you didn’t get to do much girly stuff before God U, but come on, you’d think you could tell even by feel-“. She grabbed her own breasts vulgarly and jiggled them around while laughing so hard she cried.
Jordan shifted, perhaps to escape this ridiculous discussion. Standing over her, they leaned down and put both hands on her shoulders. “Hey, no teasing the pretty princess. That’s a new rule”.
She grinned as they tilted her head up to kiss them. “Ah, of course. I’m so sorry your majesty”. She muttered against their mouth.
Jordan’s snort of laughter broke the kiss and they both giggled.
Marie eagerly peered up into their eyes, reaching down to take their hand. “Let me take you bra shopping. Pretty please?”.
They sighed and nodded their assent.
“Yesss!!” Marie pumped her fist, stepping back to take a look at how the dress looked on Jordan’s male form. It was tighter across their shoulders, and the hem had risen a few extra inches off the floor, but it still looked like it was made for them.
“God, you really are gorgeous”. Marie smiled.
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Jordan spun in front of the mirror, their eyes sparking with an enormous smile that spanned their face. They really felt like a princess now. The two had gone to a lingerie shop in the mall and picked out a few bras for Jordan to try whenever they felt like it, including one that was perfect with this dress. Lots of support, and the front of the bra was only connected with a small clasp quite low down, because of the deep neckline. Really, it was just a bra. But in practicality, it was exactly what Jordan needed to feel confident enough to wear their dream dress.
Marie sat on the bed watching them have fun with their reflection. They finally had enough for the time being, and turned to smile at Marie. There was one thing that needed to be addressed, still.
Marie cleared her throat. “So, if you switch, it’ll be way too tight, and uncomfortable because of the wire.” She paused at Jordan’s cloudy expression, “but that doesn’t mean you can’t switch! Just go to the bathroom and take it off first, okay? I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
Jordan smiled in gratitude, and looked as if they might start crying again.
“And,” Marie continued, “if you need help, with the annoying clasp, or anything, just let me know, okay? I’d be happy to do it with you”.
Jordan ran over to flop down on the bed, expensive, poofy, dress and all, and rested their head in Marie’s lap.
“Thank you”, they whispered, “for everything”.
Marie ran her fingers through Jordan’s soft hair, and tucked a few loose strands behind their ear.
“You know I love you, right? No matter what”.