Chubby!AmericaXTransgender!Reader-Matching Suits

Chubby!America X Transgender!Reader – Matching Suits


Alfred slammed his fist against the door, “Open up, (Name)! What’s wrong?!” He was really starting to worry about (Name). He had shown up at her house to escort her to their junior prom, but when he went to see if she was ready, the door was locked and he heard soft crying from behind it.


Alfred had been so excited that he actually had a date, even if said ‘date’ was his best friend. He sort of wished she was his girlfriend, she had such a wonderful personality and most importantly he felt happy around her. His crush on her started when they were little but he never crossed the friendship line; he was too scared. Alfred has always been chubby, he wasn’t really big but he was soft and doughy. He wasn’t muscular or toned like all the other guys, sometimes it really made him feel gross. (Name) didn’t deserve to be with someone gross.


There was movement behind the door; suddenly Alfred was face-to-face with his teary eyed best friend. He couldn’t help himself; he pulled her to his soft body and held her close. “Why are you crying, (Name)? If you don’t want to go to prom with me I’m not going force you.”


She looked up at him with big (eye color) watery eyes and pursed her lips. “It’s not you Alfred… look I have to tell you something.” She grabbed Alfred’s arm and pulled him inside her room. It was decked out in superhero posters and had comics scattered everywhere, it was one of the many things they had in common. She closed the door after them and sat down on the bed looking weary.


“You don’t have to act like this (Name). Whatever it is, I won’t be mad.” She had never acted like this before; she was strong and acted on instinct. This was the first time he had seen her really break down. He sat down next to her wanting desperately to wrap a pudgy arm around her shoulders.


She took a deep breath, purely trying to clear her mind and control her actions a little better. She grabbed the flimsy red cocktail dress that her mother had picked out for her and gave it to Alfred. He felt the silky crimson material and furrowed his eyebrows. “What’s wrong with it?”


“I can’t wear that… I can’t,” The tears started again, “I don’t want to be a girl, Alfred. I’ve always wanted to look in the mirror and see a flat chest, to be treated like one of the guys, not to pretend to be something I never wanted to be in the first place. I can’t stand it any longer; even after I started wearing layers of baggy clothes to hide my body, I’m still expected to act like a girl. And now my mom wants me to wear some sluty dress to prom.”


(We start using masculine pronouns for the reader here)


Alfred found it hard to breathe for a second, how had he been so blind? (Name) was never like any of the other girls; she hated dresses and makeup, refused to get involved in drama, and never spend time with the other girls. He could feel his heart beat; it was distracting. How did he feel about this? What should he do? Then it came to him, he didn’t give a fuck what gender (name) was. He had always been there for Alfred and never judged him for his weight, what’s even more Alfred wasn’t going to give up on (Name) just because he’s trans. You have to fall in love with the person, not their gender or appearance.


Alfred felt a rush of bravery come on, “Did you really think I would care? You’re my bestfriend and the only one I trust… It hurts a little knowing you hide it from me for so long.” (Name) stopped crying and pulled Alfred into a hug feeling a little stupid for thinking he would hate him. He felt how soft Alfred was against his body and blushed; (Name) always thought chubby people were better to snuggle with.


“When you’re raised to believe that wanting to be a different gender is shameful it’s hard to tell anyone, even if they are a wonderful and forgiving person.” Alfred sighed upon hearing this; he shouldn’t suffer or feel bad because he was born with the wrong parts. And he certainly shouldn’t have to wear a dress to prom.


Alfred felt a smile spread across his face. “Hey (Name)?” He was lost in the comfort of Alfred’s body but mumbled ‘yes’ in response. “How would you feel about wearing a suit instead?”


He perked up almost instantly, “Really?!? You have an extra?” Alfred chuckled, he might be chubby but he was still well dressed. He stood up and threw (Name)’s dress across the room, grabbing his bestfriend’s hand.
“Of course, you gotta be prepared. It might be a little big but I’m sure you’ll look handsome.”


He intertwined his fingers with Alfred’s, “Thanks, bro.”


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Alfred wanted to be so much more than a bro to (Name).
Alfred waited eagerly outside of the bathroom at his house; (Name) had grabbed everything he needed to pass as a guy and they hightailed it to Al’s house. Both suits were the same brand but they were wearing different dress shirts; Alfred’s blue and (Name)’s green.


Alfred had finished changing quickly and then took a little time to make sure he looked good besides his chub, but (Name) was taking much longer to ready himself. They still had a couple minutes before they had to leave but he was curious to see if (Name) looked just as good dressed as a guy.


The door opened and Alfred fell in love all over again. (Name) looked just as cute if not more so as a guy; he cut his hair shorter so his bangs fell in his face and used some make up to define his jaw line and cheekbones. The most notable thing was his figure; his chest and hips were bound so it was hard to tell he once had feminine curves. He blushed slightly, “how do I look?”


“Fucking hot.” Alfred couldn’t control his reaction, if he ever thought he might bi before it was entirely confirmed tonight.


(Name)’s blushed brightened. “Alfred!”


Al laughed at his embarrassment. “I’m sorry, but you just look really cute. It might be because you look ten times as happy as before; even your eyes are shining.”


He gave a punch to Alfred’s shoulder. “You’re just a big mush ball, aren’t you? Come on, we don’t want to be late to prom.” Secretly, he was a little worried about his classmates accepting him but as long as he had Al it couldn’t be that bad.


The drive was pretty short but (Name) was still a little nervous. Most of his friends were guys (and geeks at that) but he couldn’t help thinking he would be rejected. He looked at Alfred who was in the driver’s seat; he looked even more attractive in his nice suit. He wondered if they were still going ‘together’, did it change now that Alfred knew he was trans?


He shook that thought away; it was safer not to ask. But he could at least tell Alfred how good he looked. “Ya know Al, you look really sharp in that suit… Not that you don’t normally! But you get what I’m saying.” He wanted to facepalm; way to be smooth.


Alfred smiled excitedly, “Thanks! I was somewhat worried; it’s a little tight around the middle.” (Name) had noticed that but he thought it suited him well. They pulled into the school’s parking lot and checked out some of the decorations; they had done a nice job dressing up the school for the dance.


(Name) unbuckled his seat belt and was about to open the door when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Al’s big blue eyes were watching him intensely, “(Name)… don’t worry, you can do it.” He smiled back at the blonde; it was just the reassurance he needed to get through this. They both got out of the car and made their way to the school’s gym.


It was pretty dark on the dancefloor already. They spotted their friends in a small circle near the bleachers, (Name) figured after they saw, the worst was over. They walked up to their group which included; the Italian twins, Kiku, Ludwig, Iggy, Francis, and Ivan. Feliciano was the first to notice them, “Hey Alfred! Who’s your friend?” (Name) Blushed, he didn’t even recognize him.


Alfred was just about to open his mouth when Kiku said it for him, “(Name)? Is that you?” Kiku had always been the perceptive of the group. Everyone’s eyes turned to him; surprisingly he didn’t feel like they were judging him. It just seemed like they were caught in shock waiting for him to say something.


(Name) flashed his best cocky smile. “You guys really didn’t know I wanted to be a guy? There was no way I was showing up in a freaking dress.” Italy laughed and everyone else smiled; when they thought about it, it really did make sense.


Francis seemed to react the best. “Oui and its suits you very well. Did you want to dance?"


Alfred immediately cut in, “Like hell you will!” He stole (Name)’s hand and slipped off to the school’s garden with him. Alfred needed to find out if he felt the same way as him, so he didn’t let go of his hand.


The garden was all decked out in strings of white lights and beautiful spring blooms. (Name) was really confused; he thought it was going really well. Why did Alfred steal him away? “What was that Alfred? It was going great!”


Alfred faced his best friend with a completely serious face. “I love you (Name), I really love you. I don’t care if you’re a guy or a girl or somewhere in between, I want to be with you. Is it too much to ask for your love in return?”


(Name) blushed and took his face in his hands, “Stupid mush ball…” He kissed Alfred like he wanted to for so long. Now he knew he’d never have to worry about what Alfred thought, he loved him. When their kiss ended Alfred pulled (name) into a tight hug.


“You’re not allowed to dance with Francis, ever.” (Name) laughed and hugged him tighter.