this is just a new little idea i had today. it's pretty weird, and if you can't figure out what the hell they're talking about, the next chapter will be up soon, so don't worry! reviews will determine its progress.

"Angel?"

"Hmm?"

"Why do you like to dress like you do?"

"Yeah…sure."

"Angel, are you listening?"

"I agree…"

"ANGEL!"

"What, what is it?" Angel sat up and looked over her shoulder at Mimi, who was sitting cross-legged on the floor, playing around with her hair. Angel had been lying on her back on the bed, reading a book entitled How to Tell if the World's Gone Crazy or if it's Just You. Outside, snow fell lightly to the ground, dusting the sidewalk with a fuzzy carpet of white. Collins and Joanne were at work, Roger was having an emo moment and "needed to be alone" at the loft, and Mark was helping Maureen out with her next piece. The two friends were hanging out at Angel's house until the congregation at the Life later that night.

"I asked why you dress the way you do." Angel's brow knitted with confusion.

"Hon, you spend time with me almost every day and you don't know that?" Mimi rolled her eyes and set down the brush she had been absently trailing through her hair.

"I know you're gay, Angel, if that's what you mean. What I'm saying is you could be like Collins: you know, dressing and act—" Angel waved a finger warningly, "—ok, fine, just dressing in guy's clothes. But you don't. Why?" Angel sighed and flopped onto her stomach, propping herself up with her elbows. She shrugged.

"It's just…something inside, I guess. Feeling comfortable. Feeling like I'm wearing the right thing. I mean, how would you feel if you had to wade around in Roger's clothes all day?" Mimi made a face.

"I think I'd drown in those baggy pants, for one thing." Angel snorted.

"See? You wouldn't feel right in guys' clothes. I don't feel right in them either. I'm just special that way." Angel was about to pick up her book again when Mimi interrupted her.

"But you wear guys' clothes all the time. Like when you're drumming or you don't want to spend time with makeup. Do you hate that?" Angel looked back at her.

"Mimi, that's stupid. I wouldn't do it if I hated it. But it's just…girl, I'm like you. You would probably wear guys' clothes every once in a while if you could, right? I mean, if you owned any." Mimi frowned.

"For what?"

"For when you don't want to do makeup or for when you just want to be relax. Guys' clothes can be pretty comfy when they need to be." Mimi raised her eyebrows. "But that doesn't mean I love to wear on a day-to-day basis. I just love wearing women's clothes. Is there something wrong with that?"

"No, no, no, sorry, sorry, sorry." Mimi waved her hands as if fending off an attacked. Satisfied, Angel reached for her book again. And per usual, Mimi interrupted her again.

"Hey, Angel…"

"Wha-at?" groaned her friend, flopping onto her back and peering upside down at Mimi, who giggled and crossed her arms.

"How do you know I don't feel right in guys' clothes?" Angel rolled her eyes. Upside down.

"I don't. Fine, are you suggesting that we…" she trailed off, a thought entering her mind. A grin slowly spread across her face. "We couldn't."

"And yet, we so totally could." Mimi was bouncing up and down. Angel turned right side up and raised an eyebrow.

"How far would we be going with this?" Mimi shrugged.

"We could just do it here…or we could take it outside, depending on how well it works. See if other people know the difference." Angel nodded.

"Maybe even certain other people." Mimi's grin spread, pleased as she was that Angel had caught on so fast.

"C'mon, girl. Aren't you dying to know if we can pull it off?" Angel squirmed in place, shoved between her conscience and her desperate urge and wish to go through with it. Finally she groaned and sat up.

"This is going to end in disaster, I just know it." Mimi squealed and got to her feet, grabbing Angel's hands and pulling her up too. Angel pushed a black strand of her wig behind one ear and squared her shoulders.

"Now, let's see. First things first, we need to see which of my guy clothes are small enough to fit you."