Word Count: 3,496
Rating: PG-13-ish (to be safe)
Warnings: Mild language, cross dressing, and general ridiculousness. Slightly AU, since I’m throwing political and alchemical ramifications out the window to give Ling, Al, and the whole military crew happy endings (no, not that kind, you sick freaks.)
Characters: Ed, Al, a dash of the Xing crew, and a dress.
Pairings: Whatever you want to see, honestly. Though a bit of teasing Ling/Ed might be the most prominent.
Disclaimer: I own the plot of this fic only, and it’s certainly not earning me any money. *worships Arakawa-sensei*
Notes: Written for 25fluffyfics, though distinctly more crackish than fluffy. This thing was hell to plan out, but so much fun to write. My profuse thanks to my wife-to-be kyaru; without her request to write about a Chinese-style dress, this fic would never have come into being. Plus she betaed it for me. *grins* Cross-posted...around.
Summary: "It was as if Al had removed a plug from some hidden socket in Ed’s chest, suddenly finding that he could run on his own power."
And run he did...