B L UXJ A M E S O N
outfit - keiynan lonsdale - #3D72DB
Snap. An audible noise filled the room, as a male stood in front of a full length mirror. Admiring his latest fashion decision, as he scrolled through his apps to find his Instagram. Posting the picture of him, raising the skirt with his hand slightly, and pressing his knees together he'd smile. The caption would read Nice day to defy gender roles! #boyinaskirt #maleskirtrebellion #bluefashiondeisgns #lookoftheday #oopsimalegend. Blu was rather proud of himself, not letting himself back down. A classic button-up with a black leather skirt, his legs looked amazing. God damn! He laughed before looking at how the likes came flooding in, satisfied with his look of the day, he'd grab his messenger bag filled with his personal stuff and exit his room and begin his descent downstairs. As he did his phone pinged with a text, as he looked at the name and froze a bit. He was somewhat unused to being texted by Alex, most of their talking being.....physically face to face. He'd smile a bit though, it was good that some of the people Blu made their lives living hells before....before the incident, he could be friends with or sort of friends with now. Mentally reminding himself to respond he'd reach the stairs, where he heard his parents bustling about in the kitchen.
Yes, they were rich beyond need, but Blu's parents preferred cleaning and cooking to themselves. Makes them....more human? And with his father running for mayor the upcoming election, it makes them seem more humane. He'd walk into the kitchen, skirt and all and snag a pancake from the pile of ones his mother had finished making. "Bluregard, you're not going out like that are you?," his father asked raising an eyebrow. He was fine with his son wearing skirts, and feminine articles of clothing, hell it helped him seem more tolerant. But his son had a tendency to test the extreme.
"I think it's cute," his mother spoke out, with a smile towards her son. The two always had a more connected bond than him and his father. His mother was the one who inspired him daily to break gender roles. "Lillian, my love, you think he looks great in anything you had a hand in designing." his father laughed. "It's a statement Daddy, it helps me fight against the oppressive cis cultur, forcing men to wear pants and women to wear dresses. I'm like, a gay Rosa Parks." he explained to his father who grumbled with a slight understanding. He'd smile before waving to his parents, letting them know he was leaving. As he reached the car, waiting for him outside he'd be greeted with his driver, Lou. "Hey Lou! Just going to the cafe today, meeting a friend. Don't wanna be late, ummmm I'll call you when I'm done there," he spoke to the man who just nodded. Damn, Lou had always been a tough nut to crack. He'd send a text to three people in particular.
To: LynLyn
hey babes, wyd?
To: Marles
wyd?
To: Alex <3
omw keep a spot warm for me ;*
As he rode to the cafe, his mind went back to the events that had happened the week before. He hadn't been in town, thankfully, his parents and he had been in New York, for a few things his parents had to take care of dealing with his mother's fashion line. But hearing what had happened, had kind of shook Blu. What if there was a serial killer? He was too pretty to die! But he'd have to admit, he'd look good at his funeral atleast.