Akio had never worn a dress in his life. Right now, he was in the bathroom with Naomi, was staring at a red, form-hugging, somewhat low cut red dress that hung on the back of the door. It would be on his body in less than an hour.
“I don’t like this plan,” said Akio firmly.
“Well, isn’t that a shame?” Naomi handed him a can of shaving cream and a razor. “Go shave.”
He held the can in one hand and the razor in the other. They were both pink. “I already shaved, today.”
“Not your face .”
Akio dropped his arms to his sides. “No way.”
“Yep,” said Naomi. “I can’t find my leggings, so your legs are going to be showing in this dress. Take off your pants.”
“But-”
“ Take them off ,
