hiking in evening wear

Clothing: Tip 4

Mixed-gender fashion can be tricky. It combines traits conventionally seen as “feminine” with “masculine” traits. Here are some tips to it:

a. Start by adding one accessory from a different gender expression than the rest of the outfit. This can be done strikingly or quite subtly. Try these: high heels, a tie, tights, a watch.

b. You can upgrade from only adding one accessory to actually adding one clothing article from a different expression. Try these: a skirt, a suit blazer, a crop top, a button-down shirt.

c. Choose the form from one gender expression and the color/texture/pattern from the other. Try these: a floral business suit, pastel hiking boots.

d. Even though not a very useful tip for everyday wear, you can also divide your outfit between a feminine and a masculine half for special occasions. This division can be done vertically or horizontally.

e. Mixed-gender fashion can also be done by combining different aspects of personal grooming. Try these: facial hair and eye makeup at the same time.

X-Files Fic: Ask Again Later

Rating: PG
Timeline: Pilot
Summary: Written for @leiascully‘s X-Files writing challenge, for “tension.”  A follow- up to “Evidence Against.”  (I smell the start of a series!)




Mulder looks down, bemused, at the five feet (barely) of soaking wet, giggling redhead standing in front of him.  She hasn’t specifically called him crazy yet, not out loud, even though she’s thinking it, he knows she is… but at the same time, she’s buying his bizarre theory, somehow, even though she doesn’t want to.  She’s standing in a small-town cemetery, in the rain, beside two open graves, laughing her head off because she thinks there’s a chance a comatose boy is leaving his bed by night to exhume the bodies of his high school classmates.  He doesn’t know her well enough to be sure, but he thinks it’s a safe bet that this is the strangest twenty-four hours she’s ever passed in her life.

“Come on,” he says, leading her away through the mud and rain-soaked grass.  "Let’s get out of here.“  She follows by his side.

"Where are we going?”

“We’re going to pay a visit to Billy Miles.”  Scully arches an eyebrow up at him as they approach the car.

“Mulder, it’s three in the morning and we’re both soaking wet,” she says.  "No way are they going to let us in to see him, not at this hour, and not looking like this.“

"Well, what do you suggest?” Mulder counters.  "I don’t know about you, but any change of clothes I had went up in flames along with our motel rooms, Scully.  I couldn’t neaten up if I wanted to.“

"We could at least dry out somewhere until a more reasonable hour,” says Scully.  "How about we grab another room at the motel, just one- not like that, Mulder!“  She rolls his eyes at his suggestive leer.  He knows he’s pushing the envelope, but he can’t help it- she’s just so straight-laced.  It’s only taken her giggling once for him to be addicted to the sound of it, and if he can get her to laugh again, it’ll make his night.  "Just for a few hours.  I don’t think a town this small is going to have any all-night diners we can camp out in.”  They reach the car, and Mulder digs out the keys.

“The rain’s gotta let up eventually,” he says.  "We can probably just sit in the car for awhile.“  Scully rolls her eyes.

"I’m freezing, Mulder.  I’d like to not be in my clothes while they’re drying out, if possible,” she says.  Mulder really, truly can’t keep himself from waggling his eyebrows at her; does she not realize how wide open she’s leaving herself?  Scully catches his expression.  "Mulder.“  She swipes her hand along the wet roof of the car, flicking rainwater into his face.  "Not.”  Another flick.  "Like.“  Flick.  ”That.“  She swipes her entire arm over the car, getting water right in his eyes.  He flinches.

"Hey!”

“Oh, relax,” says Scully.  "You’re already wet.“  Mulder grabs her by her arm, reaches onto the roof of the car and, using his wider arm span to its full advantage, sweeps an absolute deluge of water right into Scully’s face.  She sputters and tries to jerk away, but she’s laughing, and so is he.  

He doesn’t even realize he’s still holding her arm until she stops trying to pull it out of his grasp, and by then, it’s too late: he’s already leaned down and kissed her.

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