AN: Okay, so, it's a couple days early, but I made something for Valentine's Day. Nothing much, just a little thing with my favorite next-generation kids. I hope Eros blesses you all this Valentine's Day.
Why is it so fun to dress Sammy in a skirt?
Disclaimer: I don't own it.
"Let's go out tonight." I looked up from the book I was pretending to read, blinking in surprise. Jack sat beside me, a big grin on his face. I laughed, thinking he was joking.
"I'll have my suit and tie fitted," I threw back, going back to staring at the words. I wasn't really interested in the book, though. I wanted to throw my arms around Jack and just be held by him so badly, but we were technically still in school (even though we were outside) and that would compromise the whole 'secret relationship' thing we were fighting for. I felt him scoot a little closer to me on the bench.
"Come on, Sammy," he whined. "I want to take you out. It's Valentine's Day and I want to do something."
I blinked and looked at my watch, which had an internal calendar on it. Sure enough, big black letters spelling out 'February 14th' stared back at me mockingly. It occurred to me at that moment that this was probably the first time I had been in a relationship during Valentine's Day. I wasn't sure exactly how I should handle it.
"I…I'm not a girl," I said, staring adamantly downward. "I don't need you taking me out."
"I'm not doing it because I think you're a girl; I'm doing it because I want to go out and I want to go out with you."
"What about staying in?" I suggested.
"I want to show you off." A hand nuzzled my neck, secretively hidden between us from the other students. I shivered, trying to shake him off without moving my arms.
"Someone will recognize us and know," I protested. "Do you really want a gay rep? I sure don't." We had decided to keep hushed up about our relationship, though it was really mostly my decision. After all, Jack would be graduating soon and it didn't matter if people thought he was gay because nobody there would see him again. However, I still had two years to go, and I really didn't want to deal with the jibes. Especially without Jack there to protect me.
Oh man, I was a girl.
"Then we'll go somewhere out of town," he said. "I have a car; we'll find somewhere far enough away that nobody will recognize us, so even if people do see us there's no worries." He grinned. "Come on, Sammy, we've never gone out on a date before, and I feel just horrible about it."
"I don't know…" The plan Jack was setting up seemed rock-solid in theory, but I couldn't help being cautious. Jack didn't understand; he never got picked on or ridiculed. I had my entire life, and I still wasn't used to it. If people saw us together, two guys on a date, most likely there would be friction even if nobody knew us.
"Okay then…" A slow smile spread across Jack's face. "The biggest thing you have with this is that people would see us as a gay couple, right? People would ridicule us for it being wrong and throw things, those usual homophobic things…right?" I nodded slowly, unsure what he was thinking about.
"Then I have the perfect way to remedy that," he said, an unreadable look flitting across his face. I was scared for a minute. "Meet me at my house after school," he said, gathering his books and standing up when the bell to go inside rang. I sat there for a few extra seconds, wondering exactly what he had in store, before grabbing my own stuff and racing in to fifth period.
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Jack didn't meet me after school, but with the way he'd acted at lunch I wasn't expecting him to. So I walked quickly to his house, my curiosity overwhelming me. What exactly did he have in store for me? What was so important that he had to rush home so quickly, and how would he remedy us looking like a gay couple? It seemed a little impossible, really.
I sighed to myself, stepping aside on the sidewalk to let a woman with a poodle walk past me. Why did Jack have to be so secretive? Why couldn't he just tell me his idea, so I wasn't so eaten up inside wondering?
A sense of foreboding fell on my head as I approached Jack's house. That look he had earlier did not make me confidant to what he had in store. I opened the door hesitantly, not bothering to knock since I practically lived here anyway, and slipped inside.
I was surprised to find Jack, Jack's mom, JD, and Izzy all standing around the dining room table, staring at me in a way that made it seem like they wanted to eat me. My gaze flicked towards the table, where clothes, wigs, and makeup were piled haphazardly atop one another.
And then everything clicked.
I tried to escape, but Jack grabbed me around the waist before I could even turn the knob and dragged me to the table. It didn't help that he was both bigger and stronger than me.
"Come on, Sammy, be good," he whispered in my ear, like I was a little kid. I thrashed harder.
"I told you I'm not a damn girl!" I grunted as I was dropped unceremoniously onto a chair. I tried to get up, but JD and Izzy were ready with some rope, tying my hands to the chair so I couldn't escape.
"Please don't make such a big deal out of this," Jack said, kissing my forehead tenderly even though all I wanted to do at that moment was kick him in the balls. JD and Izzy took care of that, though, holding down my feet. I was livid.
"Let me go," I growled. "I'm not dressing up as a girl, and you're an asshole for thinking I would."
"Please, Sammy?" Jack begged in that breathless tone that always left my knees feeling weak. "I would do it, but…well, that would be weird, wouldn't it?" I took a minute to look at Jack. His toned muscles, tall build, and bulging Adam's Apple definitely didn't scream 'girl.' He was the farthest thing from girly there was.
However, I had never thought of myself as very girly either, and I certainly didn't want to dress up in girl's clothes.
"Why do I have to do this?" I asked, a pleading tone in my voice. "Why can't we stay in, so I can stay a boy? I like being a boy." Jack leaned down to press a kiss just under my jaw, almost on my neck, but not quite. I shivered. That was an unfair, dirty move. He knew that spot made it hard for me to think.
"It's just for one night, I promise," he said, so quietly that only I could hear it with the close proximity. "I swear, you won't have to wear it for long." He pulled away from me, smiling. "Besides, I think you'll look cute." My face heated up when Jack said those words, and suddenly dressing like a girl didn't seem so bad anymore.
"Okay," I consented with a sigh. "Okay, I'll cooperate. You can untie me now." My two friends did so, grinning at me.
"You're going to look beautiful by the time we finish," JD assured me. "Nobody will ever recognize you." I was wary, especially knowing how overboard JD and her mother could be about giving people makeovers. Izzy was a bit better, but it seemed even she was excited to dress me up like a giant doll.
I would get my revenge for this.
The dining room was a bustle of activity as I was dressed, washed, tweezed, poked, and prodded. None of the girls seemed to have a problem with stripping me naked in order to get their tasks completed. I noticed that Jack was nowhere to be found at these times.
It wasn't shaving my legs or covering my head in a sweaty wig that really got to me so much, and the makeup wasn't so bad I guess, but one thing I bemoaned was the horribly tight girl panties and insanely short skirt they girls seemed keen in dressing me up in.
"What about pants?" I groaned, staring longingly at my discarded jeans lying rumpled on the floor only a few feet away. JD shook her head, the most evil smirk I had ever seen on her face.
"It's not girly enough," she admonished, tugging on the blue pleated nightmare. It barely fit over my hips, squeezing the bones so tightly that I thought they would pop. The breeze over my bare legs was so weird. I couldn't get used to the open feeling the skirt allowed, and I wasn't sure whether I liked it or not but I sure was wishing for those pants.
The wig wasn't such a nightmare, like I thought it would be. It was black and bobbed, and the hair swished whenever I moved my head. If I had worn it looking like a guy, it might have looked weird. However, the makeup and the clothes and the manicured fingers they had so graciously supplied made it look okay. I stared into the mirror, shocked, unable to believe I could look like that.
"That's really me?" The others nodded, pleased with themselves. I picked at the sweater they gave me nervously. It was skin tight, hugging my curveless body enough to ride up a bit whenever I moved my arms. I wasn't fat, thankfully, so there was nothing to be embarrassed about. The fact that my torso looked nothing like a girl's made me nervous, but it was barely noticeable if you looked at the big picture. It even looked like I had breasts, thanks to Mrs. Cox's brilliant idea of stuffing a bra with small sandbags.
If you were to ask anyone, there would be no way they could think I was a boy.
"Oh, Jack!" JD sang out, positively delighted. "Ready to meet your dream girl?" Izzy pushed me out of the bathroom. In heels it's hard to catch your balance at the best of times. I, having no previous experience wearing them and already nervous, literally fell on the carpeted floor, banging my head against the wall.
"Oww," I groaned, rubbing my head and shooting death glares at the three still in the bathroom. Izzy and JD just smiled innocently while Mrs. Cox smirked, no doubt highly amused.
"Here," a deep voice said. I looked up to find Jack standing over me, hand outstretched to help me up. I grasped it and was hauled to my feet, kept upright by his hand on my waist.
"Are you okay?" he asked, smiling. I blushed.
"Yeah…it's just weird is all." He pressed a kiss to my forehead.
"You'll get used to it," he said. It was at that moment that I noticed he too had dressed up; in a nice shirt and a tie, with his hair somewhat slicked down and wearing some sort of cologne. I was furious. Next to him, I looked like a slut.
"You look great," Jack said. "Like a regular girl." I scowled at him and half heartedly hit his arm. He just laughed.
"We're going now," he said to the girls in the bathroom. "Don't wait up." We were sent off with tears and blown kisses, which I was sure were only done to embarrass me. It was ridiculous; it was only a date. Sure, it was Valentine's Day, but it's not like it was prom or something dumb like that.
However, as anxious as I was, as unbalanced in those heels as I was, it all seemed to melt away when Jack put his arm around my waist and kissed me.
So I thought, if only for tonight, as long as Jack was by my side, I could get through this.
