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Stephen stared into the bathroom mirror, adjusted the headband one last time, and sighed. He looked ridiculous. The almost bathing suit-like outfit was bad enough—his bulge was almost obscene, and although there were no cups for him to fill, the curves of the outfit over his pecs made it look like he had cleavage anyway—but then there were the accessories. The headband supported a pair of perky ears, and his backside bore a white, puffy tail. He felt stupid.
But… he’d lost the bet fair and square, and Tony hadn’t done a good job of hiding his excitement when he’d asked for Stephen’s forfeit. This wasn’t about humiliation and that… Well, that was enough to get Stephen out of the bathroom.
He opened the door and hesitantly sidled out. Tony was sitting on the end of the bed, waiting. His eyes widened when he saw Stephen, and a flush immediately colored his cheeks. Interest, not embarrassment. “You look fantastic,” he said. Tony started to say more, then hesitated.
Somehow, his uncertainty made Stephen feel better. Stopping just in front of Tony, he did a slow spin to show off the full effect. When they were face to face again, it looked like Tony was all but sitting on his hands to resist reaching out to touch. “You know,” Stephen said, stepping closer, “this isn’t a professional show. It’s just you and me… you’re allowed to touch.”
Tony swallowed so hard Stephen could see it. “I don’t want to ruin it.”
Stephen gave him a slow smile and took another step. “Surely you can afford a replacement.”
He could.
Several replacements, in the end.