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Antaram skipped along, at least, skipped as much as one could in Victorian boots while dragging an excessively huge pile of boxes and trunks on a sled. He was smiling happily, breathing in the air and all of the interesting smell that came with a port town. He was looking through the shop windows, making sure there was nothing of particular interest to buy. He was going to be a pirate, he was…and he wasn’t sure when he’d be able to shop again after he joined the crew. Assuming they let him join. But why wouldn’t they? He was so sweet and friendly…
‘Well,’ he thought. ‘They may get a bit put off by the dress.’
He finally noticed that his thought train had decided to make quite a few detours. What had set him off again? Oh yeah…the dress.
He frowned to himself, trying to decide what to do. He wanted to wear his lovely garment for luck, but he didn’t want to be turned away. He didn’t want to end up alone again.
He pouted, then clambered to the top of his heap of luggage, opening a shiny blue trunk. He dug around in it, pulling out various odd hats and looking at them in a bit of confusion, before he found what he was looking for.
His newest prize, found a few days before…a positively voluptuous piratey outfit, it had been expensive, but it had also been the spark that set off the fire of his new adventure.
A pirate. It seemed like such a fun and communal thing to be, something that required you to share closed quarters with a bunch of other men for days, weeks on end…he giggled. Yeah, he wanted to be a pirate.
He hopped down from his high perch, landing softly despite the heels. He laughed and stripped down to his frilly purple underwear, oblivious to the crowd that had started to gather. He spun gleefully, pulling on the leggings of black velvet that conformed to his body like a second skin, they were so tight. But oh, they made his ass look marvelous. He slid the excessively puffy white ruffled shirt on over his naked chest, gasping audibly in joy at the feel of the silk against his flesh. He tucked it into the waistline of his leggings carefully, not wanting any funky bulges marring his form. Next he grabbed the belt, snapping it in the air playfully before buckling it about his person, squealing a little as he cinched it tight.
His eyes sparkled as he held the crowning piece out before him, royal blue velvet in all its glory. His eyes teared up as he looked over the thick, shiny fabric, the sunlight making it glitter as if it were truly spun from the hair of angels. He shuddered and moaned as he slid his right arm slowly into the sleeve, gazing at the large cuff, watching his fingers slide from beneath the fold. His back spasmed as he followed suit with the other arm, starting to feel regal and special. He held his arms out to the sides, feeling the weight of the garment, before he tugged the ruffled cuffs out of hiding. He straightened up proudly, buttoning the heavy silver buttons in pure ecstasy, a gasp accompanying each slide of a button through a hole. The sounds increased in volume until the whole thing culminated in an outcry of “YES!” as he spun around, reveling in the snug fit of the coat over him, loving the way the bottom of it draped over his buttocks.
Panting slightly, he grabbed a comically large hat that matched the rich midnight blue of the coat, a large white plume stuck in the band. He pulled on some white satin gloves, wanting to keep his hands as well as his face from the harsh sun. He seemed to forget the boots as he stuffed everything he’d been wearing previously into the trunk, bare feet slapping the cobblestones as he dragged his luggage behind him, heading for the beach.
The crowd dispersed, confused, certain that they’d just witnessed some kind of sexual act.
Antaram smiled as his toes hit the sand. Yes, he wanted to be a pirate.
