The Honeybee Inn

The Honeybee Inn wasn't so loud and garish as the rest of the Wall Market. Instead, sensuality prevailed. But there was an ominous feeling rooting into the pit of Cloud's stomach.

"Why are we here?" he asked Aerith.

"To see the Honeybee Inn's Andrea Rhodea, and convince him to give you his stamp of approval. You said you didn't want me going alone, right? Well, with Andrea's help, you can join me. It'll be fun! And honestly, I think you'll look pretty cute in a dress," she smiled cutely at Cloud. His jaw gaped.

"What!?" he sputtered.

"It's pretty rare for Andrea to take a personal interest in someone. At least, that's what Madam M said. Trust me, this is gonna work out great!"

"Uhh…" he stammered. His cock meanwhile, stirred in his trousers.

"C'mon. Don't you wanna save Tifa?"

"Wait," Cloud said, his brain and cock not in sync. He started to turn away, back towards the manse ...

"No can do, Cloud. This is our plan, and you'll learn to love it. So! Here's how I think we should approach him. Madam M said Andrea was a man who'd give anyone a fair chance to win him over. So I say we march right up to him, explain the situation, and see where that gets us. Sound good?"

She opened the door for Cloud, curtsying to him. He swallowed hard, entering to find a suited man, a honeyboy and honeygirl on either side.

"Good evening. Welcome to the entertainment extravaganza that is the Honeybee Inn," the suited receptionist said.

"We're here to see Andrea Rhodea," Cloud mumbled.

"You must be Miss Cloudette. He's waiting for you."

"Wait ... Miss Cloudette?"

"I've been instructed to send you through without delay, ma'am. Please, make your way to the stage in the back."

***

The stage out back was empty, as some workers were setting up for the evening show. At a table on the chair sat a man dressed with silk shirt, earrings, and light makeup. His hair was short. His body was toned. He looked good, Cloud thought. Aerith sat down at a table near the stage, her eyes alight with excitement.

"Welcome to the Honeybee Inn… Cloud," Andrea said. He stood, walking over to the blonde twink, cradling his cheek and rubbing his thumb over Cloud's lower lip. Cloud's lips parted. "Or Cloudette, shortly. You seek my approval, do you? I understand. But those who crave my favor must first prove that they know how to move."

Cloud nodded, and a few Honeybees moved onto stage. Andrea started to dance, the honeybees mimicking him. Cloud followed along closely, and started to move to the beat in rhythm. After a few minutes, Andrea extended his hand to Cloud, who took it.

"Think you can follow my lead?" The pair danced, rubbing against one another, grinding on one another. After a few minutes, Cloud bent over, grinding his ass back against Andrea's stiffening cock. Aerith cheered on from the sidelines.

"Cloud you're doing awesome! Get him hard!" Cloud flushed, his hands on his knees, bucking his ass against Andrea ... and then he was back in the arms of the man, being tipped over and kissed.

"Honey ... I'm in love," Andrea purred. He put his hands into the shape of a heart. "Yes. Yes, I will transform you into a vision of beauty. Now, without further ado, let us begin!"

The honeygirls brought out a throne, and they sat Cloud upon it. Makeup. Lipstick. Hair braids. A blue and white dress, a frumpy one that disguised Cloud's lack of curves. They even shaved his nonexistent body hair. And all the while, Aerith looked on rapturously.

"Perfection! True beauty is an expression of the heart. A thing without shame, to which notions of gender don't apply. Don't ever be afraid, Cloudette," he kissed Cloud again, and he surrendered to the moment, kissing the proprietor. "Should we ever meet again. I would like to sample your beauty." Cloud swallowed hard, escaping before he did something he may regret. He found Aerith by the exit to the Inn.

"Please, don’t. Not a word," Cloud begged.

"But you're so pretty! Hey! Watch the way you walk!" she slapped Cloud's ass sharply. He walked demurely, so not to ruin the dress.