by Christopher
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The characters and all things Trek belong to Paramount. The clothes and
story are mine. Just a little something, it won't scare the horses,
but since society freaks on men in love, let's say it has a PG-13
rating. Feel free to share this with anyone, as long as this header
remains intact. - Christopher <AKA: deagol>
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Harry supposed it was only fair. Tom had been a real sport to dress up for
him last week. But, this stuff seemed so complex. Even with the diagrams
Tom had left, Harry wished he were figuring out a new interface for
Borg/Federation energy harmonics.
Tom had said this as ceremonial garb for a warrior prince of an extinct
species. Cultures did vary, but according to Starfleet theory, cultural
convergence would create similar elements in diverse species, much as
evolutionary convergence dictated similar features in different
localities. Warriors' ceremonial clothing usually borrowed from its
durable armored precursor, adding ornament but keeping the major outlines.
This culture had moved into a totally different line, but Harry was always
open to a new experience.
Looking at the diagram, Harry saw that the thin black strips were
leggings. He slipped them on. 'Not much for protection, but maybe the
original had some sort of thermal retention properties,' thought
Harry. Each legging ended just before the top of the thigh. Another
garment was just as thin, but pink-unusual color choice, but it matched
the trim on the jacket. It slipped on easily enough but gave Harry pause.
It was a tight fit, and he had to adjust himself inside. 'Was this
lace along the leg holes and waistband? Well, even some Earth cultures do
see frills as manly.'
According to the diagram, another pink garment was a belt. Harry stepped
into it. He noticed two straps with snaps on the front half way from the
center to each leg. Two more were on the back. Harry saw the snaps clipped
onto the top of the stockings holding them up. Harry snapped the front two
to the top of each legging, and then, he reached around and managed to
snap the back two also.
'OK, what's this?' Harry picked up a white fabric tube. It
laced up one side making it apparent it was designed to fasten tighter
after it was on. Again, the diagram showed it over his torso laced in the
front. Harry stepped in, wriggled it up to his chest and began cinching
himself in. The lacing was pink, as was the trim at the top and bottom.
Harry paused at the small pink flowers embroidered across the front.
'To each his own!'
Harry looked at his reflection. 'This is more like it.' The tight
lower half accentuated the natural V of the male torso. And the top ended
just at the pecs. Here, the tight fit pushed up the muscle making his
chest fuller, more manly and sculpted a more masculine silhouette.
Harry slipped on the glittering gold footwear. The two-inch heel made
walking a new challenge. But Harry figured they were easy to slip out of
in case the warrior met the enemy. A pouf of pink feathers on each slipper
matched the trim along the lapel and cuffs of the thin white jacket Harry
slipped on. Taking a last look at the warrior prince, Harry stepped out to
meet Tom.
Walking along the corridor, two crewmen looked twice at the chiffon robe,
bustier, garter belt, and gold lame mules with the pink marabou feathers
on the figure hurrying toward the Holodeck.
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