Scott's soft giggles eminated from within his room as he twirled around in the middle of it, looking down and paying little attention to anything else. He smiles as he watches the skirt flare out as he spins, feeling the soft, semi-frilly fabric against the fur of his leg. He continues to dress himself by slipping on one of his leg warmers slowly, shivering as he enjoys the feeling of putting on clothes from the other sex, one of Scott's many secret pleasures he only lets very few people know.

"Oooh, this is a pretty color! I should go out shopping with Sabrina more often..." Scott thinks to himself.

He pulls up the leg warmer the rest of the way, slipping on the other quickly as Scott flops down onto his bed, pulling his tail up between his legs and giggling, slipping on the first tail warmer that sits above the base, and the second, smaller one that stays near the tip.

Scott starts to compare the colors of his arm warmers to his tail warmers, noticing how they look, barely, paler, standing back up as he bounces on his footpaws a bit, giggling as the skirt billows out.

Scott stops and starts to think, looking down "What am I missing....Ah!" He giggles and goes into his closet, digging through to find one of his very few bras, straightening up a bit too fast, nearly knocking the flower pin out of his hair.

Scott readjusts the flower pin to sit back above his ear, smiling as he combs his hair with his fingers, trying to get it out of his eyes. He sets the bra down on the bed and goes to his mirror, smiling and starting to pose in front of it, a hand on his hip, the same hip popped outward as he bites on one of his fingers, trying to make himself look shy, giggling a bit louder than he usually lets himself, catching himself quickly and letting out a small cough to try to cover it up.

Scott smirks at his reflection as he wiggles his rear at the mirror, churring softly "Yeah, yer a dirty little girl, ain't cha?" He says in a low voice, his slight southern accent making a head. He goes back to his bed and his bra, picking it up and inspecting it.

"Well.." he says to himself idly, "..I haven't worn you in a long time~"

Scott smiles as he slips the bra over his head gently, scrunching up the ridge of his nose to keep his glasses in place, slipping the bra over his face and settling it over his chest. He hums to himself as he starts to slip his right arm through the first loop, dancing to the soft music of Tom Jones, which was coming from his party downstairs, his tongue poking out as he gives a big smile, his eyes closing, starting to work his hand into the left loop of his bra.

He starts to have trouble with the bra strap on the left, looking down to his shoulder to get a better view of what he's trying to do, his arm finally going through the loop as he smiles.

"Ah...there we go....wait...what the...EEP!"

Scott's eyes notice a small red light from the crack of the door to his room, his eyes going wide and his ears folding back as he notices that someone is videotaping him playing dress-up, the fur from the door smirking with a toothy grin, the camera letting off a little shutter sound, capturing Scott as he's shocked, the fur retreating before Scott could get to him.