Final Feminization VII

Cloud awoke from a long slumber in a haze of grogginess and confusion. His eyes had scarcely begun to open when they shut involuntarily in pained surprise. Wherever he was now, it was bright, sunny and warm. Nothing like the dark city of Midgar and the slums below it. He wasn’t used to the brightness. Combined with his headache and nausea, it took a while to adjust. As his mental fog began to dissipate, he sat up and took stock of his surroundings. To say he was taken aback would be an understatement.

Not only was it a beautiful day, he could smell the sea in the air. From the large canopy bed where he sat, Cloud saw a set of doors and windows leading out to a wooden deck. Beyond that, the ocean stretched outward. The waves rocked gently against the massive beams holding up the villa. Wherever he was, the rent wasn’t cheap. This looked like some kind of swanky vacation resort home.

His new location wasn’t the biggest surprise. What really took him aback were the clothes he was wearing. Gone was his SOLDIER uniform. His giant Buster sword was nowhere to be seen. His materia had all been confiscated. Cloud examined his well toned, medium build frame up and down. He was wearing a dress; and not just any dress, but a dress he was intimately familiar with.

The deep blue corset was laced around his midsection tightly. The silky black dress was wrapped around his shoulders, neck and legs. Its elegant skirt flowed down to his ankles. Fishnet sleeves and stockings encased his limbs. He’d only worn a dress once in his life, before now, and this was the very same one. Even the golden jewelry fitted around his neck was the same. The necklace’s large purple gem hung down to the dress’s opening at his breast.

At least he wasn’t wearing hair extensions. The first time he’d worn this outfit they’d added long braids to match his wild, spiky blonde hair. The braids had ended in pink ribbons and his limbs were accented with black ruffles. Then there was all the makeup and nail polish. At the time, Aerith was beside herself, gushing in excitement. As long as he lived, Cloud would never understand what the flower girl found so fetching about his brief bout of circumstantial crossdressing.

How had he come to be so far away from Midgar? And wearing the same scandalous outfit he’d once donned to save Tifa? Cloud thought back, focusing on his last memory before the world went black. He and his friends had fled the Shinra building after fighting a dozen brutal battles and emerging victorious. He’d defeated Rufus on the roof of Shinra Tower. Everything was going according to plan until AVALANCHE’s helicopter was downed, preventing their extraction. They’d stolen vehicles and fled down the highways of Midgar. They were almost to safety and then… ambushed!

A pair of double doors opened and in walked the architect of his downfall. Cloud had never spoken to her before, but he would know that signature red dress and haughty expression anywhere. It was Scarlet, the Director of Shinra’s Advanced Weapons division. The front of her dress presented her massive, milky-white weapons prominently. Most of her shoulder length hair was done up in a stylish bun. The rest slipped over the left side of her head in a golden wave.

Her heels struck the floor loudly until she came to a stop a few feet away. It seemed she didn’t fear Cloud at all, despite how much damage he’d done to the organization that employed her. Her diamond encrusted earrings sparkled. The emerald pendant situated between her giant knockers glittered in the sunlit room. Her ruby red lips pursed and she murmured a throaty chuckle as she placed her hands on her wide hips.

“Hello, slut boy. Welcome to Costa del Sol!”

Cloud’s hands balled into fists. His deep blue, mako-infused eyes glimmered with anger. “My name is Cloud Strife.”

Scarlet snickered, amused to see a man in a dress so easily provoked. “I know who you are” she said pointedly before turning and heading to the room’s private bar. She began making herself a cocktail, acting as if no further explanation was required on her part. Normally she would call on a servant, but she didn’t want to spoil the mood. This was the moment to establish a rapport with her new pet.

“WHERE ARE MY FRIENDS?!? Why am I here? And wearing this… outfit???”

“Calm yourself” she stated as she added crushed ice to her glass and mixed her drink. “Your friends are safe. For now.”

“What do you mean for now?”

“I mean as long as you don’t do anything stupid, it will stay that way” she replied, staring daggers at the young man. “They’re back living their lives in Midgar. I assume the man with the gun-arm and the bar wench are trying to rebuild your little terrorist cell. The flower whore is back in our custody. She will be treated well as long as you cooperate.”

Cloud took a step forward, enraged. “Don’t talk about Tifa and Aerith like that!”

“I’ll talk about those skanks however I please!