Caroline's Beginning

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Brice stared at the computer screen.

He had just gotten home from work, having spent most of said day helping people with their financial problems. Of course, his personal office's computer was taking it's sweet time to boot up.

"Phew." the businessman muttered, stripping himself out of his suit and pants for the moment. Or would've, had it not been for the ringing of the doorbell. "Coming!"

Scrambling his way down the stairs, Brice nearly tripped on the bottom step. Not the most graceful trip down, but would do the job at the moment.

Catching himself a step later, he pulled the door open.

There, a delivery woman waited. Behind her, stood a large box. While Brice didn't remember ever ordering such a large package, his curiosity was intrigued at the moment. Maybe this had something to do with his hobbies. Outside of his work, he had sometimes dabbled into CCGs (Computer Card Games) and one or two other things. Said things such as frilly, poofy dresses and wearing said dresses.

The former was something he was willing to admit. The latter on the other hand, not so much. If someone found out his secret, he would probably die.

Okay, maybe not that far. But I think you get the the point.

"Delivery for you."

Holding out a clipboard, Brice dug out a pen. A quick signature followed. In retrospect, he was putting his fate in this mysterious person who had sent this out in the first place. What if they were someone who knew about his secret somehow.

"Thank you." he answered, watching the delivery woman walked away. Not even a wave back from the driver. Not that this was going to stop Brice from pulling the box in.

The walk up back up the stairs to his office. There, it was a simple matter of pulling out a knife and slicing the tape on the top open.

Pulling the top open, Brice was taken aback.

Staring back out at him, was a ballroom gown. A beautiful shade of pink, with a collapsible hoop skirt and heels. There was probably everything that was needed to become a french lady. While sure, his family had moved away from France before he was born, Brice still considered himself french.

So he touched the gown. It felt quite good, far better than his suit and pants for the moment. Which was when the itching started.

"Crud."

Putting the contents of the box on the floor, Brice stripped all the way down. On went the bloomers and chemise. Quite girly on his average body, the itchy feeling reduced it's intensity. Especially with a pair of pink heels on his feet.

Next came the corset, which tightened the moment he slipped it on. Not awful, but would take some time for the businessman to get used too. Following that is the crinoline, which is a pretty light pink.

Finally, the actual dress itself. Looking down to himself, a smile formed on Brice's face. Especially since his computer had finally loaded up. It wouldn't hurt to play a round or two in this absolutely wonderful garb.