ext_79605 ([identity profile] desfinado.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] crack_van2011-07-10 10:44 am
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Becoming Joan by mrsronweasley and theopteryx (NC-17)

Fandom: BANDOM
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Length: 36,000 words
Author on LJ: [livejournal.com profile] mrsronweasley and [livejournal.com profile] theopteryx
Author Website: mrsronweasley's masterlist of fic, theopteryx's masterlist of fic and fanart
Why this must be read: Continuing on my theme of "stories done in interesting and new ways", I'm very excited to bring you one of the best stories I think has come out of our fandom in a long time, writing a theme I love (cross-dressing) in such a unique and relateable way! This story follows Frank as he experiments and discovers parts of his own gender identity - all because he has to buy a dress from a thrift store as a disguise.

Instead of sexualizing it right away, the authors acknowledge that for Frank, putting on the women's clothing at first is strange - feeling at once the wrong shape and the right one - and involves more than just stuffing a bra. His relationship with Gerard is exciting, and seeing him support Frank as he navigates the cross-dressing (something that becomes not just a disguise but a part of Frank) warms my heart. Watching Frank move through both worlds - working at a diner, sweaty and unshaven and in all ways a man, and then sitting in front of the mirror with a bra strap falling off his shoulder, fixing his makeup - is incredible, treated by the authors with a perfect mixture of homour, honesty and realism.

Excerpt:

The thing was, dating Gerard was kind of the best thing to ever happen to Frank. Even if it had to be as Joan. Gerard was still the sweetest guy Frank had ever known. It was as if all those years of growing up and becoming a person hadn't erased his core. There were moments when Frank was so wildly jealous of that, he could barely breathe. But they passed fast.

He had to be super controlled with himself, too. He started spending an inordinate amount of time when he WASN'T with Gerard observing women and girls, any female that passed his sight. In the diner, he'd watch the waitresses – the way they stood, how they leaned, how they spoke. In stores, he watch from the corner of his eye at the giggling girls, try to imitate their stances later, their intonations. Never enough to tip anybody off, to be noticed. Just enough to learn a little. Practice.

At night, he'd sit on his bed and read magazines to himself, out loud, to get the hang of the voice thing. He started being conscious of the way he used words, maybe. He thought maybe not using words like "dude" or "man" would help. They still slipped out when he got excited about something, but Gerard wouldn't really notice, which was good. Frank thought he was getting better, but it was still hard.


Becoming Joan


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