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Seventeen days. That's how long Xodiac had had to wear an abaya. And, of course, over that long a time he couldn't just keep wearing the same one. By the time the tour group left the Middle East, he'd added no less than three of them to his luggage. Some of the women on the tour had tried to persuade him to buy more, but three was plenty for his purposes. One to wear, one given to the hotel to clean, and one as a backup, just in case he needed it for some reason. He wasn't about to spend any more than he had to on clothes he planned never to wear again.
It had been a relief to change back into his usual shorts and tee shirt. In more ways than one, actually. The dry heat of the desert had been tolerable, but India's humidity would have been torture in the all-encompassing garment. Even just the ride to the hotel, where he was able to remove it at last, had been a trial to endure.
Their tour through India had much the same feel as in Greece, with a heavy emphasis on ancient temples. Except here most of them weren't ruined, and the aesthetics were far less familiar to the dragote than the familiar Greek columns and such. It made this entire leg of the tour feel exotic.
Of course, all good things come to an end. They'd been told last night that today would be spent on their Local Experience. It seemed there was to be a wedding that day, and the parents wanted the wedding party filled out a bit. Only a handful from the group would be added to the wedding itself, but everyone would get to experience an authentic Indian wedding and reception.
Of course, they'd all have to be dressed appropriately. Which, Xodiac knew, meant he'd be spending the day in a dress. He just hoped he could sit quietly in the pews, or the audience, or however it worked here.
The sari they gave him to wear was a blue and gold affair that complimented his green scales and brown fur nicely. It was thin and light, not stifling like the abaya had been, and rippled as he walked. It was, frankly, gorgeous. There followed a session with beauticians, adding fur dyes and powders to his face until he looked downright pretty. The only evidence that he was a male lay in his lack of hair and bosum.
Last came the jewelry. Lots of jewelry. Along with the usual necklaces and earrings, whoever had arranged the outfit had apparently seen a grand opportunity in his horns. By the time the women were done preparing the ladies of the tour group – and Xodiac, of course – a net of chains and beads were strung between them, with a pendant of some sort dangling above his forehead from the lowest. As he walked to the bus, positively tinkling from all the jewelry, he looked at the males of the group with envy. The long coats they'd been given to wear were ornate but not the least feminine.
He felt a sinking feeling in his stomach when he saw the hosts' expressions as the group filed off the bus. An elderly tigress smiled and pointed directly at him. "Oh, we definitely would like her up front!" she said enthusiastically.
Xodiac rolled his eyes. So much for remaining in the background. Once again his unusual mixture of dragon and coyote had attracted unwanted attention.
The ceremony was beautiful, though the dragote felt decidedly awkward at his prominent placement. He just didn't know what to do up there, and so he wound up just standing there silently. For the sake of the family, he did his best not to grumble too much at how people were treating him. Not badly, just... as a woman. It wasn't their fault, after all. Hopefully all his sighs didn't spoil the atmosphere.
"Don't worry, dear," the vixen beside him whispered. "Someday it'll be you up there, all eyes on you and your husband by your side."
"Um. Thanks. I guess."
The woman patted his hand affectionately. "You'll find him, eventually, I'm sure."
It seemed ruining the mood wasn't going to be a problem. Apparently he appeared the perfect bridesmaid, wistful for her time at the altar. And the worst thing was, she wasn't even one of the hosts. She was one of the women from the tour!
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crazymelimelo. Story by me.
745 words (this part)
There's now also a version in color!
Seventeen days. That's how long Xodiac had had to wear an abaya. And, of course, over that long a time he couldn't just keep wearing the same one. By the time the tour group left the Middle East, he'd added no less than three of them to his luggage. Some of the women on the tour had tried to persuade him to buy more, but three was plenty for his purposes. One to wear, one given to the hotel to clean, and one as a backup, just in case he needed it for some reason. He wasn't about to spend any more than he had to on clothes he planned never to wear again.
It had been a relief to change back into his usual shorts and tee shirt. In more ways than one, actually. The dry heat of the desert had been tolerable, but India's humidity would have been torture in the all-encompassing garment. Even just the ride to the hotel, where he was able to remove it at last, had been a trial to endure.
Their tour through India had much the same feel as in Greece, with a heavy emphasis on ancient temples. Except here most of them weren't ruined, and the aesthetics were far less familiar to the dragote than the familiar Greek columns and such. It made this entire leg of the tour feel exotic.
Of course, all good things come to an end. They'd been told last night that today would be spent on their Local Experience. It seemed there was to be a wedding that day, and the parents wanted the wedding party filled out a bit. Only a handful from the group would be added to the wedding itself, but everyone would get to experience an authentic Indian wedding and reception.
Of course, they'd all have to be dressed appropriately. Which, Xodiac knew, meant he'd be spending the day in a dress. He just hoped he could sit quietly in the pews, or the audience, or however it worked here.
The sari they gave him to wear was a blue and gold affair that complimented his green scales and brown fur nicely. It was thin and light, not stifling like the abaya had been, and rippled as he walked. It was, frankly, gorgeous. There followed a session with beauticians, adding fur dyes and powders to his face until he looked downright pretty. The only evidence that he was a male lay in his lack of hair and bosum.
Last came the jewelry. Lots of jewelry. Along with the usual necklaces and earrings, whoever had arranged the outfit had apparently seen a grand opportunity in his horns. By the time the women were done preparing the ladies of the tour group – and Xodiac, of course – a net of chains and beads were strung between them, with a pendant of some sort dangling above his forehead from the lowest. As he walked to the bus, positively tinkling from all the jewelry, he looked at the males of the group with envy. The long coats they'd been given to wear were ornate but not the least feminine.
He felt a sinking feeling in his stomach when he saw the hosts' expressions as the group filed off the bus. An elderly tigress smiled and pointed directly at him. "Oh, we definitely would like her up front!" she said enthusiastically.
Xodiac rolled his eyes. So much for remaining in the background. Once again his unusual mixture of dragon and coyote had attracted unwanted attention.
The ceremony was beautiful, though the dragote felt decidedly awkward at his prominent placement. He just didn't know what to do up there, and so he wound up just standing there silently. For the sake of the family, he did his best not to grumble too much at how people were treating him. Not badly, just... as a woman. It wasn't their fault, after all. Hopefully all his sighs didn't spoil the atmosphere.
"Don't worry, dear," the vixen beside him whispered. "Someday it'll be you up there, all eyes on you and your husband by your side."
"Um. Thanks. I guess."
The woman patted his hand affectionately. "You'll find him, eventually, I'm sure."
It seemed ruining the mood wasn't going to be a problem. Apparently he appeared the perfect bridesmaid, wistful for her time at the altar. And the worst thing was, she wasn't even one of the hosts. She was one of the women from the tour!
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Art by
crazymelimelo. Story by me.745 words (this part)
There's now also a version in color!
Category Artwork (Digital) / Portraits
Species Dragon (Other)
Size 554 x 910px
File Size 206.5 kB
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