When Frank went to the bathroom he was met with a sight he didn't quite expect. A nice lacy blouse with a matching skirt. A note was laid beside it in Gerard's quick slanted handwriting.

"Hey there honeyboy. I know you'll wear these. You see, I've seen more than you think of you, precious. Next time you experiment, maybe close the bedroom curtains." It read.

Frank's cheeks went pink and he glared down at the note, resenting Gerard. Gerard had been spying on him. And Frank hadn't even fucking noticed! It was more than a little upsetting, to know that he could have possibly prevented his own kidnapping just by being a bit more god damn observant. But what could he do about it now? Oh. Yeah. Nothing.

Frank's hand twitched as he picked up the skirt, examining it for a moment before sighing and stripping down.

The boy knew he didn't have to worry about leg hair. And of course Gerard knew that too. Just a few days before, Frank had sat in his own bathroom and shaved his pale legs with one of his mother's razors. And after that, he'd slipped into a short dress that he'd bought in private one day. And fuck, did he look good.

Gerard knew he did too.

He changed in to the skirt, biting his lip as he put on the top as well, turning to look in the full length mirror. His long slender legs looked like they belonged in the skirt, and though his chest was flat the shirt added a bit of femininity into his already feminine physique.

He noticed a pair of flats on the floor next to a bag with another note, frank stepping in to the flats and picking up the bag along with the note.

This one read, "Liking everything, honeyboy? I'm glad. As pretty as you are naturally, I'm the only one that gets to admire that beauty anymore. Doll yourself up with a bit of makeup. When we go out in public, you're Frankie Way. Not Frank Iero. Only in private are you my honeyboy. They can't know it's you."

Frank opened the bag, greeted by a load if expensive looking cosmetics, and frank couldn't help but wonder why the hell Gerard lived in such a run down house himself if he could afford all this. But then again, why did Gerard do anything? The man was largely a mystery to even himself.

Frank made himself up, not looking too much different, just more feminine. But as Gerard appeared in the mirror beside him without warning, it was apparently good enough.

"Lovely, Frankie. Lovely. We'll be on our way then, won't we now, darling?" He murmured, wrapping an arm around Frank's waist.

Notes

WHOO HAPPY THANKSGIVING. (Thanksgiving is a shitty holiday though tbh) BE THANKFUL FOR THIS UPDATE AND PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK OF CROSSDRESSING FRNK.