Ethan
Demyan's shoulders slightly tensed as he fiddled with the seam of one of his hot pink leather skirts with a slit so high I thought was too dangerous for the world to see. I would have to hide the skirt when he left. The topic of his fashion when he was with Malia seemed to make him feel slightly uncomfortable which made me wonder what had happened.
"Did they say something about your fashion Demy?" I frowned as he looked at me with a tight smile.
"They didn't say anything," he shrugged, "You could just feel it in the air after they had first met me. I think I had on more pink than Malia had ever worn and they didn't exactly like that."
"But you cross dress all the time," I tilted my head to the side as I felt a level of protectiveness rise over me, "Clothes and colour have no gender. They can't make you feel like it's wrong when you grew up in a house that taught those principles."
