Riding Red
By Charles Payseur
Red frowned as he looked down at himself, at the dress Big must have picked out. It was shorter than he would have liked, coming down well north of his knees, with a bright red ribbon that cinched at the waist and dangled to tickle his thighs. The dress was plain white, just a bit gauzy, and he wore a padded bra underneath to give him the illusion of a modest bust. A bright red cloak completed the look, tied over his chest with another bow of red ribbon. He looked ridiculous. A bit hot, but mostly ridiculous.
“This is never going to work,” he said, turning slowly, not really sure he wanted to know where Big got the outfit.
“Of course it will,” Big said, standing nearby, mouth hanging open slightly as he regarded Red with an obviously hungry expression. Red
