"Roger!" Jack called from outside of the dressing room. He impatiently drummed his fingers on the bed he was sitting on. "Roger! Come out!"

There was a small wail of protest, but soon after that, the curtain was pulled open. Roger walked out, his hands grabbing the clothes frustratingly. His cheeks were stained red and his upper teeth dug into his lower lip. Jack looked at him open-mouthed, then, excitement flashed through his eyes. He approached Roger, giggles escaped his throat even though he tried to hold them in.

Roger was wearing a black and pink lolita dress. Somehow, the dress fit him perfectly. It had sleeves that were extended to his elbows, and black lace was sewn in at the end of each sleeve. There was a black bow at the back, just above his bottom. The rim of the skirt was just above his knees, and the lace curtained over half of the knees. The rest of his legs were covered by thin black leggings. Roger grasped the cloth and looked away, avoiding Jack's amused gaze.

"Bloody hell, it fits you." Jack commented. He held Roger's chin with his right hand and forced the boy to focus on his face. The red on Roger's face became more intense and his heart was beating so hard he thought Jack could hear it. His black hair was covering his nape and his bangs were partially blocking his eyes, which made him look even more like a girl. He was supposed to cut it, and he was going to, if it was not for Jack's constant nagging at him to keep it.

It was not the first time Roger had done this in Jack's house. Ever since Jack's comment that the choir robe looked like a dress on Roger, they had been doing it. Jack would shove a random dress into Roger's hands and push him into the dressing room. After he finished putting the dress on (which was a long a complicated process of figuring out how to wear each dress), Jack would tell him to go out of the dressing room. He would come closer to Roger and–

Roger's thoughts were interrupted by a pair of lips pressing on his.

The kiss did not last long before Jack broke it. He turned and walked to the closet. Roger felt his cheeks burning with the heat of a thousand suns. He touched his lips that were still numb from the previous interaction. If he was rewarded like this every time, the ridiculous dresses would not matter anymore. No, they had never mattered from the start, because he would do anything to please Jack anyway. Anything for Jac–

"Schoolgirl uniform next, Roger!"

Roger flinched. Maybe the dresses did matter after all.