Thomas Sanders Sides OneShots 4

Coerced - Virgil x Roman

"So, I have this" Mike reached under his makeshift bed and pulled out his bag he brought to the sleepover the day before, pulling out a folded dress that was placed neatly into a bag. Virgil bit his lip, the idea of putting it on raising goosebumps across his skin. "A few other things, too, we'll change, and get ready to leave" Mike handed him the bag and returned to his own to grab his clothes. Virgil had honestly forgotten about the deal from how much fun he had with Mike - he can't back out now, though, he would be the worst friend in existence.

Holding the bag strap tightly, he locked the bathroom door after him and tugged off his clothes until all he had on was the binder. C'mon, Virgil, he thought, urging himself, you have to do this. Pulling the binder over his head, he picked up the bra that was also in the bag and put it on, adjusting his breasts slightly while avoiding looking in the mirror. God, this felt strange, he hadn't worn a bra like this in so long - the type that pushes the breasts up. He always hated them. Ever since he came out to his mom, she stopped buying them instantly, and instead helped him collect binders. He loved his mom so much, and was so happy for the woman when she threw her rotten husband into the trash, leaving him behind in Georgia.

Mike didn't care about what type of pants he wore, so he kept on the usual boxers, and tugged the black dress over his head. When he finally realised it was skin tight, he winced, gripping the sink to keep him upright. His stomach coiled, and he felt like he could faint in that moment. The mere thought that all eyes would be on him almost sent him into a panic attack - what would it actually be like?

Mike knocked on the door. "You okay?"

Virgil breathed in lowly. "Y-yeah" his voice failed him. Opening the door for Mike, he stepped in and smiled, pulling the dress further down his body, helping him out. "Wow" Mike breathed, stepping back, Virgil tensed, waiting for his response. "You still look like a man" Mike chuckled, and Virgil sighed out, smiling at him fondly. "Whatever, Mike, lets just get this over with" Mike nodded, he was already in his suit and ready to go. Virgil texted his mom - who was still at work - that he was going to a party as they drove away from the house. She allowed him to go, (luckily) only if he was back before one am. She was laidback like that.

The drive was long, at least two hours, and by the time they reached the destination, it was reaching nine pm. "Everyone should be there" Mike commented as they walked to the building hand in hand. Mike took it and held it tightly when he noticed Virgil's discomfort - it helped relax the boy.

Virgil couldn't seem to stop adjusting the dress, especially when they entered the building, a few eyes trailing over to him already, and they weren't even at the party yet! It was on the top floor. Mike showed the passes to the guard standing by the elevator. He nodded and let them on through. In the elevator, Virgil leaned closer to Mike for reassurance.

"It'll be fine, Virgil" Mike murmured, rubbing his arm after he wrapped an arm around his waist. "No one will notice when you change out of the dress" Mike reminded, and Virgil used that as a make-shift coping mechanism. When the doors slid open, they stepped out into a smaller room that led to the party through the open doorway. There were groups of girls, men, and both, all mingling and talking with glasses of champagne in their hands. Virgil suddenly realised why this wasn't a high school party - it was full of adults. They were both seventeen, so they weren't far off, but why would Mike want to come to this?

While they stepped through the crowds, Virgil kept his eyes glued to the ground, but even if he couldn't see them, he could feel eyes burning against him, especially towards his cleavage - he hated how prominent it looked. Reminding him off the time when he did come out to his mom - it was very similar to this. She invited him to a party, and gave him a dress that showed cleavage, but not nearly as much as this. From everyone's comments and lingering gaze, he took off to the bathroom and cried, allowing his mom to comfort him when she watched her son sprint away. In that moment, Virgil told her, they left, and she held him close on her bed as they watched movies as a distraction. The memory made him smile - it was the best night of his life.