It's been a long day. Mori managed to somehow convince me to wear those ridiculously cute girly lolita dresses again. I swear, every time he brings up the idea, I try my best to resist but in the end, I always give in. It's like he has some sort of magical power over me or something.
I never thought that as a boy, I would ever find myself wearing frilly skirts and bows in my hair. But here we are, with me feeling utterly defeated once again. The worst part is that Mori seems so pleased whenever he sees me in those outfits, almost like it's his personal victory over me.
As much as I hate to admit it, there is a small part of me that enjoys wearing those dresses. They're so different from my usual attire and they make me feel strangely...pretty? Is that even possible for someone like myself? But then reality hits and I remember how ridiculous I must look prancing around in them.
Despite all this inner turmoil and embarrassment, Mori just laughs at my reactions and continues to push more clothes on me. It's like a never-ending cycle of humiliation mixed with strange delight.
Sometimes after these dress-up sessions with Mori, when no one else is around,I catch glimpses of myself in the mirror and can't help but smile at how silly yet oddly charming I appear.I suppose there's nothing wrong with embracing different sides of oneself,even if it means wearing clothes meant for girls. But deep down,I know this isn't who i am ,but maybe just maybe its okay sometimes,to step out your comfort zone
At the end of the day,Mori may have won another battle by making wear these dresses,but perhaps there’s beauty found beyond gendered clothing,and maybe,it’s not such bad thing after all..