[Camilla lets him reason through it by himself. After all, she did have a plan, it wasn't entirely selfless. Still, if Aspen wasn't happy with it, then she wouldn't end up pushing it. She was just pretty sure he'd be happy with her plan, eventually. Her face lights up when he agrees with that little determined look.]
Oh, that makes me so happy to hear, [she coos, clasping her hands together. She hasn't moved an inch when Aspen starts undoing his cravat. After all, that shy face was too precious to bear.]
If it's not too much trouble, Aspen, darling... [she asks with that sort of downcast look, like she was truly excited to see it on him, but would of course back off... if he stood his ground and said so]
I can look away if you're too shy changing. [implying otherwise she would entirely stare]
[ None of their siblings were shy... and his mother hadn't been, his father certainly wasn't. As a result, he couldn't be. He lets out a soft huff, rubbing his cheek before he started to undress. As expected, though Aspen is relatively dainty (obviously gained his mother's nimble physique) he is still a man; still with a flat chest, even with his pinched-in waist and deceptively round hips. He doesn't undress completely because despite his protests, he is too shy to be completely naked in front of her, but just down to his breeches before he starts to pull the dress on, trying to be careful.
A dress is much easier to put on compared to the modifications to his shirts and jackets that're put in place to make him look like a good prince. Aspen lets out a loud sigh of relief, face still tinged a bit pink as his wings flutter with a telltale sign of happiness. ]
Do you really think this isn't strange?
[ He smooths the skirt down, expression turning from contented and shy to unsure. Even he can't deny that the dress she made for him fits like a glove, and really skews his appeal towards being more womanly. ]
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Oh, that makes me so happy to hear, [she coos, clasping her hands together. She hasn't moved an inch when Aspen starts undoing his cravat. After all, that shy face was too precious to bear.]
If it's not too much trouble, Aspen, darling... [she asks with that sort of downcast look, like she was truly excited to see it on him, but would of course back off... if he stood his ground and said so]
I can look away if you're too shy changing. [implying otherwise she would entirely stare]
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[ None of their siblings were shy... and his mother hadn't been, his father certainly wasn't. As a result, he couldn't be. He lets out a soft huff, rubbing his cheek before he started to undress. As expected, though Aspen is relatively dainty (obviously gained his mother's nimble physique) he is still a man; still with a flat chest, even with his pinched-in waist and deceptively round hips. He doesn't undress completely because despite his protests, he is too shy to be completely naked in front of her, but just down to his breeches before he starts to pull the dress on, trying to be careful.
A dress is much easier to put on compared to the modifications to his shirts and jackets that're put in place to make him look like a good prince. Aspen lets out a loud sigh of relief, face still tinged a bit pink as his wings flutter with a telltale sign of happiness. ]
Do you really think this isn't strange?
[ He smooths the skirt down, expression turning from contented and shy to unsure. Even he can't deny that the dress she made for him fits like a glove, and really skews his appeal towards being more womanly. ]