I do not own House, MD. The following was a prompt given to me after I posted a fanfic writing meme in my LJ. Prompt is at the bottom of this fic. :)
Cuddy couldn't believe her eyes.
"DOCTOR HOUSE?!" she gasped, looking at the—she hoped—apparition that stood before her in ballerina-like beige (BEIGE!) flats. The said apparition looked back at her and raised a mocking eyebrow.
"Something wrong, Dr. Cuddy?" House asked.
"What—you—ah…"
"Oh, you mean this?" House asked, raising his arms and twirling around, using his cane for leverage. The A-line skirt of the royal blue dress swirled beautifully around House's long, unshaven legs. "Thought I might get in touch with my feminine side. What, you don't like the color? Didn't you tell me this kind of blue brings out my eyes?" House batted his mascara-coated eyes at his boss rather—prettily.
"Well, it DOES bring out the color of your eyes," Cuddy managed to choke out. She blinked furiously as the words settled in and she immediately marshaled her thoughts. "What the hell are you wearing THAT for?!" she hissed loudly.
"Medical reason: I need fresh air."
"Fresh air? Wha—?" Cuddy's jaw dropped as the horrifying realization set in, which further solidified when House daintily picked up the sides of his skirt and started "fanning".
A minute passed while Cuddy tried to assemble her thoughts and House readjusted the white headband on his head.
"Well," House said loudly, bring Cuddy back to the unpleasant present. "If there's nothing further to discuss, I'll just be on my way—"
"No!" Cuddy yelped, moving to block House's path to the doors of her office. She jumped up and slapped a hand over House's forehead. "Oh, look at that, you're running a temperature! Why don't you run home and take the day off? You can 'air' yourself off—er—just air yourself at home!"
"Are you sure?" House asked, and the disappointment in his tone alarmed her. "I can—"
"It's okay!" Cuddy interrupted, grabbing House's jacket from the coat rack near the office door and tossing it on his head. "In fact, why don't I drive you home?"
"But what about my bike?"
"I'll pick you up tomorrow!"
Cuddy hooked her arm through House's blue-sleeved one and led him out of her office. On the way out, the odd couple nearly collided into a fellow doctor who was rushing into the Free Clinic.
As he watched them leave, Wilson's fought to keep from laughing out loud. It was worth "losing" the five hundred dollar bet just to see House sashaying in that dress.
The prompt came from my friend, starhawk: House cross-dresses in order to get out of Clinic duty.