Cloud to Claudia
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Some fanfiction.
Basically, when I started playing FFVII, I named Cloud Claudia, because Cloud, in my eyes, is a woman. So I had way too much fun doing the cross dressing stuff. Anyway, I came up with this idea last night, and I wrote it tonight in one sitting.
Synopsis: Cloud blames himself for Aerith's death and thinks back to the short time she was happy with him. The most memorable becomes the crossdressing scene, driving Cloud to develop a fetish he hides from the others. It obsesses him in a sense of narcissistic shame as he wishes to return to that point in time when Aerith was having fun with Cloud and not dead.
Masturbation, Cross dressing
It's been only an year, or would it be “already” an year? Cloud and Tifa had settled down in Edge with Barret to erect their new bar after saving the world. Their cozy little family was just beginning to melt back into peace. Barret and Cloud, however, always felt there was more to do, and would often disappear for weeks at a time to travel around to help repair the damages Shinra and Sephiroth had done. But all was not well with Cloud.
He had his demons. He and Tifa, while being together, were not without Cloud's neuroses either. To say that Cloud was a bit sick in the heart, was an understatement. For Cloud Strife, in all his machismo glory, was unable to shake his guilt of the events that had transpired previously. As strong as he and the crew were to smash through the Weapons, as daring and heroic as they were in stopping Meteor, and as strong willed as they were to even stand up against Shinra in the first place: Cloud felt he had failed. He had failed in protecting Aerith.
He had felt her heavy body sink in to his arms, then disappear forever from his view when he let her die in the Temple of the Ancients. It was his fault for letting her die, and this gnawed him to no end.\He wished he could see her again, be with her. It was his fault her boy friend had died too. He was instrumental in ruining this girl's life.
He was unsure what to do. And it was these times that Cloud would retreat into his room and spend his time alone. He looked back to what made his feelings for her so special. He remembered dating her at the Gold Saucer, traveling around the globe with her on the Bronco. Eating, sleeping, and fighting with her.
Cloud thought of the most intimate memory he had of her. It was at the Wall Market, the day after he had met her first on a flower bed at the old church underneath Midgar. As incredulous as this may seem, he had fun with her that night. While Tifa's life was in the balance, Cloud remembered Aerith's demure giggling when she formed a plan to get Cloud into Don Corneo's mansion. He protested it. Why should a guy like him, a former Soldier First Class have to do something as outrageous as that?
He was distraught, but then Aerith convinced him to get a dress that was soft and shimmering. The material was of gorgeous silk, and he was amazed at the feeling it had on his skin. Aerith, as much the instigator, was amazed how much Cloud got into it. He got himself, on top of a dress and wig, some sexy cologne (granted it was a gift for curing stomach problems), a diamond tiara (another gift), some lingerie (a matter of circumstance), and even dolled himself up with makeup (now that, he had no excuse). It was no surprise that Cloud was prettier than either of the real girls.
When it came time to put on the outfit, Cloud's heart was beating fast. He wasn't sure how to put some of the things on, and wondered if any of this seemed too conspicuous for a man to be wearing. It was then where Aerith had come to the rescue.
He grumbled to himself, “How do you even put this on? I don't even...”
Aerith poked her head in between the curtains and saw Cloud trying to figure out the straps of his bra. His face shone red as she prodded his body to get his outfit on right. He was more than happy to put the dress on after that to cover his slight buldge peeking out of his panties.
“Hee, hee, you're so cute Miss Cloud.”
He stared at the back wall while everyone else in the dress shop stared at him. He looked nice, a few admitted, but many of them were kinda freaked out. Aerith came out of the changing room and wore her own dress, a red one that sparkled in the light. For a moment, Cloud felt entranced by her beauty.
“Okay Aerith, let's go to Don Corneo's place and get this over with.” Cloud hoped that no one would stare at him on the walk over.
Aerith giggled the same way as she had when she devised this raunchy plan. “Let's practice your walk through the town first.” She couldn't stop giggling, whether at the idea or Cloud's blatant look of fear.
They walked through town, cat-calls showered down on them from the local drunks and Johns. Aerith seemed to enjoy the attention, or at least faked it well enough. She walked over to boys that seemed really desperate and sold them flowers for hundreds of gil. Cloud, on the other hand, stood behind her, eyes glued to the ground in front of him. He prayed no one would recognize him.
Most of them didn't. If anything, most of the men seemed more interested in him than Aerith at times. The embarrassment was almost unbearable knowing that. The walk over to the Don's mansion thus seemed to take eons. Cloud's feet, unused to high-heels were only adding to the problems.
And oh the humility of facing Tifa. Cloud was devastated, he let two of the most datable girls he had ever met, see him as one of the prettiest girls they had ever seen. Him being chosen by Don Corneo only served to embarrass him more. Or was it embarrassment? Cloud, despite himself, felt a rush of excitement as he was chosen. Was he really that pretty?
He was ever curious afterwards, and the topic, while awkward, was at the tip of his tongue whenever he was near her. But before Cloud could tell her, before he could express the rush of feeling from wearing women's clothing, she was dead. An inconvenient shortage of Phoenix Downs kept him from saving her, and the shock of it all made his arms weak, letting her slip though his arms to sink into the unrecoverable depths of her watery grave.
He stood alone in his room. Tifa was still downstairs, minding the bar. Marlene would be helping her, and Barret was out of town. Cloud took a deep breath and opened his secret bottom drawer. It was there that he had kept it all this time. During his journey back to Midgar, he wandered by the mansion and had just so happened to get his stuff back from the Don's bedroom. It was all there, his dress, his wig, his lingerie.
He took a deep breath and disrobed himself. He kept his ear honed in on the hallway outside, as he picked up the soft lacy panties. His face was beating red again, like the first time he had put it on, but this time it was in excitement. His hands pulled the lacy garment up, covering his quickly stiffening cock. He put on his white garter belt, and then her lacy stockings. And finally the matching bra for the set. He looked at himself in the mirror, admiring his strangely entrancing physique. His cock, now hard peeked out from the top of his panties.
He admired it as he ran his hands down on himself. His fingers twirled around the tip of his cock, letting the precum flow out in excitement. He groaned, closed his eyes and gyrated his hips into his waiting hand.
He couldn't cum just yet though. He stopped his hands from going any longer and then drew him back to the paraphernalia he had readied for himself. He quickly put on his dress, makeup, then fixed his hair up. He placed the diamond tiara on top, like a crown for himself. He thought of himself as the queen amongst men.
Again, he looked at himself in the mirror. “Gorgeous,” he thought to himself. His hands traced his side and then to his face. His fingertips touched his own lips as he continued to look at himself in the mirror. He struck a pose, a seductive one, a coy one, an innocent one. Each look enthralling him as much as the last.
Cloud felt his panties were getting tighter and tighter. Becoming unbearable for him to go on. He reached down to the hem of her skirt, and pulled it up. She took hold the front of her dress in her mouth, careful as to not to ruin the fabric, and looked at the buldging monster that his feminine attire hid underneath.
He drew one hand down and rubbed the outline of his cock in the panties with his middle and index finger. A small groan escaped his lips and he continued to enjoy the feeling of the soft silk on his body, wrapping him in as much pleasure as what his cock did.
When he couldn't take anymore of it, he jerked his panties down and stroked himself vigorously. His voice squealed in lust as he felt his entire body burn in intense pleasure. His hands gripped fast on his member as he moaned. His dress rustled with every bit of movement, and his eyes could help but behold his narcissic beauty in the mirror.
“Ohhh gooooooood.” He was nearing his climax as he stroked himself harder and faster. He lost sight of the mirror and laid back on the bed. His breath became short, and he was too horny to care anymore. His groans came from deep within as he felt his sweat soak into the silk.
“Nngh, argh.” He felt his dick tense up and soon he spewed out lacy white streams of cum all over himself and the bed. He felt the edge slowly receding, and he relaxed his head onto the soft bed. He looked over to the mirror and gazed at his disheveled look. His makeup was smudged in places, and he felt a fine sheen of sweat all over his body, on top of the strands of jizz he had rained on himself.
Cloud caught his breath as he basked in the afterglow. He played with his sticky cum on his fingertips and teased it with his tongue.
Just as he was getting into his post masturbatory cleanup, he heard a creak. He looked up and towards the door. There, Tifa stood there with the door ajar, her face burning red.
Cloud suddenly shared the burning sense of embarrassment. His mouth flapped open, but nothing came out. Tifa looked back, sensing that they were both far too distraught to make any sensible conversation. Cloud lay back in his bed and wondered to himself. What should he do now?
Basically, when I started playing FFVII, I named Cloud Claudia, because Cloud, in my eyes, is a woman. So I had way too much fun doing the cross dressing stuff. Anyway, I came up with this idea last night, and I wrote it tonight in one sitting.
Synopsis: Cloud blames himself for Aerith's death and thinks back to the short time she was happy with him. The most memorable becomes the crossdressing scene, driving Cloud to develop a fetish he hides from the others. It obsesses him in a sense of narcissistic shame as he wishes to return to that point in time when Aerith was having fun with Cloud and not dead.
Masturbation, Cross dressing
It's been only an year, or would it be “already” an year? Cloud and Tifa had settled down in Edge with Barret to erect their new bar after saving the world. Their cozy little family was just beginning to melt back into peace. Barret and Cloud, however, always felt there was more to do, and would often disappear for weeks at a time to travel around to help repair the damages Shinra and Sephiroth had done. But all was not well with Cloud.
He had his demons. He and Tifa, while being together, were not without Cloud's neuroses either. To say that Cloud was a bit sick in the heart, was an understatement. For Cloud Strife, in all his machismo glory, was unable to shake his guilt of the events that had transpired previously. As strong as he and the crew were to smash through the Weapons, as daring and heroic as they were in stopping Meteor, and as strong willed as they were to even stand up against Shinra in the first place: Cloud felt he had failed. He had failed in protecting Aerith.
He had felt her heavy body sink in to his arms, then disappear forever from his view when he let her die in the Temple of the Ancients. It was his fault for letting her die, and this gnawed him to no end.\He wished he could see her again, be with her. It was his fault her boy friend had died too. He was instrumental in ruining this girl's life.
He was unsure what to do. And it was these times that Cloud would retreat into his room and spend his time alone. He looked back to what made his feelings for her so special. He remembered dating her at the Gold Saucer, traveling around the globe with her on the Bronco. Eating, sleeping, and fighting with her.
Cloud thought of the most intimate memory he had of her. It was at the Wall Market, the day after he had met her first on a flower bed at the old church underneath Midgar. As incredulous as this may seem, he had fun with her that night. While Tifa's life was in the balance, Cloud remembered Aerith's demure giggling when she formed a plan to get Cloud into Don Corneo's mansion. He protested it. Why should a guy like him, a former Soldier First Class have to do something as outrageous as that?
He was distraught, but then Aerith convinced him to get a dress that was soft and shimmering. The material was of gorgeous silk, and he was amazed at the feeling it had on his skin. Aerith, as much the instigator, was amazed how much Cloud got into it. He got himself, on top of a dress and wig, some sexy cologne (granted it was a gift for curing stomach problems), a diamond tiara (another gift), some lingerie (a matter of circumstance), and even dolled himself up with makeup (now that, he had no excuse). It was no surprise that Cloud was prettier than either of the real girls.
When it came time to put on the outfit, Cloud's heart was beating fast. He wasn't sure how to put some of the things on, and wondered if any of this seemed too conspicuous for a man to be wearing. It was then where Aerith had come to the rescue.
He grumbled to himself, “How do you even put this on? I don't even...”
Aerith poked her head in between the curtains and saw Cloud trying to figure out the straps of his bra. His face shone red as she prodded his body to get his outfit on right. He was more than happy to put the dress on after that to cover his slight buldge peeking out of his panties.
“Hee, hee, you're so cute Miss Cloud.”
He stared at the back wall while everyone else in the dress shop stared at him. He looked nice, a few admitted, but many of them were kinda freaked out. Aerith came out of the changing room and wore her own dress, a red one that sparkled in the light. For a moment, Cloud felt entranced by her beauty.
“Okay Aerith, let's go to Don Corneo's place and get this over with.” Cloud hoped that no one would stare at him on the walk over.
Aerith giggled the same way as she had when she devised this raunchy plan. “Let's practice your walk through the town first.” She couldn't stop giggling, whether at the idea or Cloud's blatant look of fear.
They walked through town, cat-calls showered down on them from the local drunks and Johns. Aerith seemed to enjoy the attention, or at least faked it well enough. She walked over to boys that seemed really desperate and sold them flowers for hundreds of gil. Cloud, on the other hand, stood behind her, eyes glued to the ground in front of him. He prayed no one would recognize him.
Most of them didn't. If anything, most of the men seemed more interested in him than Aerith at times. The embarrassment was almost unbearable knowing that. The walk over to the Don's mansion thus seemed to take eons. Cloud's feet, unused to high-heels were only adding to the problems.
And oh the humility of facing Tifa. Cloud was devastated, he let two of the most datable girls he had ever met, see him as one of the prettiest girls they had ever seen. Him being chosen by Don Corneo only served to embarrass him more. Or was it embarrassment? Cloud, despite himself, felt a rush of excitement as he was chosen. Was he really that pretty?
He was ever curious afterwards, and the topic, while awkward, was at the tip of his tongue whenever he was near her. But before Cloud could tell her, before he could express the rush of feeling from wearing women's clothing, she was dead. An inconvenient shortage of Phoenix Downs kept him from saving her, and the shock of it all made his arms weak, letting her slip though his arms to sink into the unrecoverable depths of her watery grave.
He stood alone in his room. Tifa was still downstairs, minding the bar. Marlene would be helping her, and Barret was out of town. Cloud took a deep breath and opened his secret bottom drawer. It was there that he had kept it all this time. During his journey back to Midgar, he wandered by the mansion and had just so happened to get his stuff back from the Don's bedroom. It was all there, his dress, his wig, his lingerie.
He took a deep breath and disrobed himself. He kept his ear honed in on the hallway outside, as he picked up the soft lacy panties. His face was beating red again, like the first time he had put it on, but this time it was in excitement. His hands pulled the lacy garment up, covering his quickly stiffening cock. He put on his white garter belt, and then her lacy stockings. And finally the matching bra for the set. He looked at himself in the mirror, admiring his strangely entrancing physique. His cock, now hard peeked out from the top of his panties.
He admired it as he ran his hands down on himself. His fingers twirled around the tip of his cock, letting the precum flow out in excitement. He groaned, closed his eyes and gyrated his hips into his waiting hand.
He couldn't cum just yet though. He stopped his hands from going any longer and then drew him back to the paraphernalia he had readied for himself. He quickly put on his dress, makeup, then fixed his hair up. He placed the diamond tiara on top, like a crown for himself. He thought of himself as the queen amongst men.
Again, he looked at himself in the mirror. “Gorgeous,” he thought to himself. His hands traced his side and then to his face. His fingertips touched his own lips as he continued to look at himself in the mirror. He struck a pose, a seductive one, a coy one, an innocent one. Each look enthralling him as much as the last.
Cloud felt his panties were getting tighter and tighter. Becoming unbearable for him to go on. He reached down to the hem of her skirt, and pulled it up. She took hold the front of her dress in her mouth, careful as to not to ruin the fabric, and looked at the buldging monster that his feminine attire hid underneath.
He drew one hand down and rubbed the outline of his cock in the panties with his middle and index finger. A small groan escaped his lips and he continued to enjoy the feeling of the soft silk on his body, wrapping him in as much pleasure as what his cock did.
When he couldn't take anymore of it, he jerked his panties down and stroked himself vigorously. His voice squealed in lust as he felt his entire body burn in intense pleasure. His hands gripped fast on his member as he moaned. His dress rustled with every bit of movement, and his eyes could help but behold his narcissic beauty in the mirror.
“Ohhh gooooooood.” He was nearing his climax as he stroked himself harder and faster. He lost sight of the mirror and laid back on the bed. His breath became short, and he was too horny to care anymore. His groans came from deep within as he felt his sweat soak into the silk.
“Nngh, argh.” He felt his dick tense up and soon he spewed out lacy white streams of cum all over himself and the bed. He felt the edge slowly receding, and he relaxed his head onto the soft bed. He looked over to the mirror and gazed at his disheveled look. His makeup was smudged in places, and he felt a fine sheen of sweat all over his body, on top of the strands of jizz he had rained on himself.
Cloud caught his breath as he basked in the afterglow. He played with his sticky cum on his fingertips and teased it with his tongue.
Just as he was getting into his post masturbatory cleanup, he heard a creak. He looked up and towards the door. There, Tifa stood there with the door ajar, her face burning red.
Cloud suddenly shared the burning sense of embarrassment. His mouth flapped open, but nothing came out. Tifa looked back, sensing that they were both far too distraught to make any sensible conversation. Cloud lay back in his bed and wondered to himself. What should he do now?