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15 February 2008 @ 05:09 pm
Prison Break - In the Mirror  
Title: In the Mirror
Author: I didn't do anything! ... clair_de_lune
Characters: Lincoln, Veronica
Rating: I really don’t know how to rate this stuff. PG-13, I guess.
Word count: ~ 990
Summary: “You’re indeed someone else.”
Notes: Written for chanchito_z’s challenge at foxriver_fic. Prompt #24 - high heels and bright lipstick. Partner in crime Beta: recycledfaery.

He needed the money the first time. Needed it like wow: you don’t do this kind of thing if you are called Lincoln Burrows unless you’re in an impossible, hopeless, desperate situation. It was either that or selling his body – as the saying goes – to a woman with a fake tan and a half successful boob job. He still shudders at this idea. (Actually, there was a third option, killing a man, but back then, he wasn’t into such things yet, and he wouldn’t get that desperate, not for a few years.)

The raunchy black and red lingerie he was ordered to wear felt weird; the nylon stockings kept on sliding down despite his best efforts; the high heels, even once he succeeded in walking with them, hurt like hell; the knee-long dress meant he was freezing under there; the make-up was sticky and the long blonde wig squeezed his skull and tickled his neck. But when he sat at the table in the club, there was first silence and appreciative looks, then whispers, smiles and requests that he courteously fulfilled as long as they respected the do not touch policy.

When he sat at the table he felt like a totally different person and it was fucking wonderful.

* *

He likes silk panties because they’re so soft. He likes the lace ones because they’re subtly revealing, but he has to be in a peculiar mood to appreciate the itchy sensation on his skin. Cotton ones aren’t bad but way too similar to his every day boxers and therefore useless. Bras have of course to be coordinated with panties. Pantyhose are fun every now and then, but he just loves silk stockings and garter belts because they leave his upper thighs naked and they look so classy and naughty at the same time. He will choose pumps over mules and a dress over a skirt any day. He has a soft spot for silver jewelry, black wigs and grey eyeliner. He would never, ever wear pants because well... it would defeat the whole purpose, wouldn’t it? He’s not big on purses, but he will carry one anyway because it’s the right thing to do.

“You dress like an easy girl,” Veronica told him once. He will grant her that stockings and garter belts are probably a bit over the top. But if you do something, do it right and go all the way, you know?

She’s an accomplice in his weird unexpected kinkiness. She didn’t laugh, scream, ran away faster than light when she first caught him in a red dress and high heels. She just asked why, a bit baffled, and when he answered, “Because I like to feel like someone else,” she smiled, a hint of sadness showing in her eyes.

“You’re indeed someone else.”

Then, she proceeded to explain to him that he shouldn’t use blue shadow on his eyelids – it killed his look – but rather a brown one, and that he should drop this bright red lipstick and go for a simple gloss. More tasteful with the flamboyant red dress.

She’s an understanding accomplice in his weird unexpected kinkiness.

* *

Finding appropriate clothes and high heel shoes that fit him is quite a challenge. Not that he has to get new ones on a regular basis: going from his daily self to his fantasy one calls for a bit of work and a fair amount of patience, so it doesn’t happen very often. But every now and then, when the need arises and becomes uncontrollable, he takes the time, all the time that it requires, to perform the transformation.

* *

He shaved his legs and armpits. It’s going to itch like hell when the hair grows back, but a man’s got to do what a man’s got to do. Now, he’s leaning against the wall, his palms flat above his head, his breath sucked in, his stomach held in while behind him, Veronica pulls hard on the strings of the black underwire corset. The heavy fabric closes around him, compresses and squeezes him until his waist is a few inches thinner and his hips almost seem to curve and expand nicely. He feels constricted, free and different altogether in the restraining piece of clothing.

Veronica lets out a small satisfied noise, firmly knots the strings and pats him on the shoulder. “There you go.”

Silicon gel bags in the cups of the corset. Silk stockings and high heels. Carefully applied make-up and a puff of this ridiculously expensive perfume Vee is in love with. The velvet of the dress is smooth and warm on his skin and he appreciatively shudders as the luxurious garment slowly glides over his back, arms, hips, thighs. The edge of the dress brushes his calves when he twirls and faces the mirror – it’s a beautifully simple, shin-length, high lace collar dress: nothing crude like the first one he wore and for which he still has some tenderness.

His tall, bulky frame is softened by the dark purple velvet, the long sleeves and the collar almost concealing the hard muscles of his arms and neck. A long shiny pendant lies in the hollow between the fake breasts and glitters with each of his breaths. The soft curls of the black wig sweep over his shoulders. He considers his reflection and thinks that the illusion is quite good. It achieves its goal, anyway: he’s estranged to himself.

“What do you think?” he tells Veronica.

“Can you at least breathe with this thing squeezing you?” she asks. She wasn’t totally okay with the corset idea and she still worries a bit – there has been a long explanation about corsets and the reason why women used to faint like nothing.

“That’s not the point.”

“Then you’re just perfect.”

She leans towards the mirror to straighten her tie, then shrugs her tuxedo jacket on and briskly spins on her heels to offer him her arm.

-The End-

4 Feb. 2008

End notes: ... and the other part of the prompt was "Lincoln as a cross-dresser" obviously.
Current Mood: embarrassedembarrassed
The Good, The Bad and The Lanathelana on February 15th, 2008 05:08 pm (UTC)
Awwww, that was surprisingly sweet. Veronica love!

She’s an understanding accomplice in his weird unexpected kinkiness.

Is it intentional that the sentence is used twice, that she goes from accomplice to understanding accomplice?
Clair de Lune: pb - lincoln veronicaclair_de_lune on February 15th, 2008 06:37 pm (UTC)
Thank you :) It's crack, obviously, but I wasn't in the mood for *total* crack so... a bit of sweetness, courtesy of Vee.

Yes it's intentional, her helping him with the transformation supposedly explaining in what way she's 'understanding'. I try not to overuse them, but I tend to like this kind of repetition :-p
The Good, The Bad and The Lanathelana on February 15th, 2008 06:40 pm (UTC)
I was gonna ask you what Genre: YGIAGAM stands for :)

And the core idea of it, the yearning to be somebody else is actually quite sweet. I have always been a fan of hooker or at least odd job Linc :D
happy is as happy does: Reality kicking faith's ass. - Prison Brhappywriter06 on February 15th, 2008 10:29 pm (UTC)
That's funny, sad and sexy all at the same time.

I honestly can't picture Linc ever doing this but you make me want to believe.

I adore Vee here especially when she dresses up, too.

Really great job with this.
Clair de Lune: pb - lincoln veronicaclair_de_lune on February 17th, 2008 04:00 pm (UTC)
I honestly can't picture Linc ever doing this
Quite frankly neither do I. I didn't keep it but I actually had a "OOC" warning. But after I read the prompt, the idea wouldn't leave me alone ^_^

I adore Vee here especially when she dresses up, too.
Ah. I had two endings, the other one being She tugs him forward to give him a quick kiss on the lips, but he shakes his head. “Don’t you smudge my lipstick!”
Looks like I kept the right one :-p

Thanks so much for commenting :)
etherealflaim: neverasketherealflaim on February 16th, 2008 12:02 am (UTC)
Lol! I will die of elation if I ever went to a Kings and Queens ball (no, I don't ever plan on it, but should I decide to...) and found Dominic Purcell there dressed as a woman. If [insert Veronica's alter ego here] were there too in a tux, I might just explode =)

The epitome of crack =)

Oh, and in honor of your contribution of the background, I'm using the pic that I stoleborrowed from you. Hope its acceptable =)
Clair de Lune: pb - michael3clair_de_lune on February 17th, 2008 04:01 pm (UTC)
Of course this is crack. Lincoln wearing a high, buttoned up collar? Please! Never gonna happen *g*
Thanks for your comment :)

It's totally acceptable. Glad you enjoyed the pic.
Maz (or foxxy!): let me be hottuesdaeschild on February 16th, 2008 01:49 pm (UTC)
Envy is a very uncomely thing but I must confess to feeling very envious of this gorgeous fic!

This is the kind of Lincoln-in-a-frock fic that I yearn to write and you've done it with utter brilliance!

The idea that Lincoln would yearn to be someone else and finds being a "woman" is the someone else to be is both funny and moving. I also like the idea that he has very particular tastes and God Bless Veronica for being the understanding accomplice in his weird unexpected kinkiness! She has Lincoln dressing with some style and the transformation is beautifully handled and perfectly believable!

Then you go and give us that fabulous twist at the end!

I'm going to add this to my memories to remind myself that this is how something like this should be done! It's fabulous!
Clair de Lune: pb - lincolnclair_de_lune on February 17th, 2008 04:05 pm (UTC)
She has Lincoln dressing with some style
For some reason, I have now in mind an image of Veronica playing Barbie - with Lincoln as Barbie. Disturbing *g*

I'm glad you like the ending. I actually wrote two of them. The other one being She tugs him forward to give him a quick kiss on the lips, but he shakes his head. “Don’t you smudge my lipstick!”, which felt unfinished and over the top.
*Ponders* Not that the whole thing, including Vee cross-dressing, isn't over the top ^_^

Thanks a lot for commenting :)
Maz (or foxxy!): You gotta be kidding!tuesdaeschild on February 18th, 2008 03:49 pm (UTC)
For some reason, I have now in mind an image of Veronica playing Barbie - with Lincoln as Barbie. Disturbing *g*

Disturbing? Only slightly!! *giggles*

I did love your alternative ending and it made me chuckle. But I still think the ending you posted is the better one. It was brilliant!

Not that the whole thing, including Vee cross-dressing, isn't over the top ^_^

Over the top it might be but only in the best possible way! :)
froggyniektete on February 16th, 2008 06:53 pm (UTC)
Oh my God! I just loved that; so perfect! *lovelovelove*
Clair de Lune: pb - michael2clair_de_lune on February 17th, 2008 04:05 pm (UTC)
Thanks a lot! *bows*
shannon3416064: differentshannon3416064 on February 18th, 2008 07:15 pm (UTC)
i love this! simply wonderful!♥
Clair de Lune: pb - lincoln veronicaclair_de_lune on February 18th, 2008 09:41 pm (UTC)
Thank you! :D
chanchito_z on February 18th, 2008 10:17 pm (UTC)
Oh, that was so lovely! I adore that Veronica is Lincoln's accomplice. And the idea that he enjoys the transformation into someone else - to escape *from* himself is not only very believable, but oh so very bittersweet. We can be glad for him that he can go there, but so sad that he needs to do so. This really is a gorgeous gorgeous story.
Clair de Luneclair_de_lune on February 22nd, 2008 12:04 pm (UTC)
Thank you. Honestly, it's a tad far-fetched for my tastes but I had a plot bunny when I read the prompt and it was fun to write. I'm glad you enjoyed it - and happy belated birthday :)