Strings Of Fate

Chapter 18: Preparation.

"H-huh!?"

"What do you mean huh? I didn't think you'd be uncomfortable with this...if you don't want to it's fine I can-"

"No no no- it's fine...I just uh...Neva'mind I'll see you in an hour."

Angel sighed as the line cut. He had just gotten off the phone with Cherri and there had been a tweak to the plan at the last minute. They were entering an enemy territory so to speak. A part of town way off from their part in New York, an area run by the rival gang. According to Cherri the boss running that area was a little on the crazy side and needed to be distracted and it was one of those jobs for someone to go undercover and take him out personally, then work their way out from that spot.

This is usually where Angel came in, because while Cherri could do it...Angel was better at handling scum such as that and keeping his composure. Cherri was more likely to blow her cover and get angry easier.

While dressing like a woman didn't bother Angel, to say he was comfortable doing it wasn't entirely true either. He liked it but didn't really do it for several reasons, one of those things being confidence and the other being trauma. But today he was nervous for a whole other reason.

Alastor.

He hadn't exactly told Cherri who he was bringing along but that he was bringing back up and made up the lie that the man was from one of the many mob boss agencies around here. He certainly had the clothes and confidence for it. But he couldn't recall ever being around Alastor in drag, truth be told it made him feel nervous.

He was just starting to build a decent friendship with Alastor, or it seemed that was, especially after their conversation via text last night. He didn't want it to be ruined just because he dressed up as a woman, but the idea of Alastor disliking him for just that made him feel annoyed.

He couldn't be bothered to care...if Alastor disliked him after this then maybe they shouldn't be friends at all.

He glanced at the clock on his wall, it was 6:00 PM right now. He was grateful for the July weather but sometimes it could be strange especially in New York. Some days it was chilly and windy, other times it was overbearingly hot. Today though, from the looks of it through his window it seemed fairly warm outside but not scorching. That was perfectly fine, especially for wearing feminine clothes. He would have normally gone for a tight-fitting dress but those were difficult to use in situations like these, especially for fighting. Still, he wanted to look good.

He did, in fact, have feminine clothing stocked away in his closet but those were hidden and out of sight. They were also rarely ever worn as he didn't really like having them ruined but he didn't have any other clothes nor the money to buy them right now so he would have to make do with what was in his closet.

He rummaged in the back of the closet in the small box and pulled that out. As he opened the box he held up the clothes and different items to go with them. Why was his heart beating like this? Why did he feel so nervous all of a sudden?

He worked on getting dressed quickly as he did need to meet up with Cherri, Pentious, and yes, Alastor in an hour. He'd already given Alastor the location and details of his cover story so it was all up to him to sell it.

A few minutes later, Angel no longer looked like a slightly feminine male but rather a genuine woman.

He wore a rose-pink circle dress with the top and bottom being divided by a black strap that went around his waist. The top was short-sleeved that dipped into a V-neck and coated lightly in white polka dots while the bottom where a lighter pink covered in more polka dots that flowed freely around his legs covered in ruby pink stockings. On his hands were black silk gloves that reached to his wrists.