OK! Merry Late Christmas! Current list of Dares for Logan (I took off the ones I have used or would rather not use):
1. Sing the Barbie song
2. Wear pink and heels
3. Make him do the Macarena
4. Dress as a baby
5. Bring in Pyro (Thank you to whoever told me he is 21!)
6. Eat Kitty's cooking
7. Hug Sabertooth
8. Walk around town in his transvestite state
Also, last chapter, I apologize for saying X-21. I meant X-23. Thank you to all my lovely reviewers! Enjoy! :-D
It had been a week since Logan had started wearing girl clothes, and he had bought a few outfits of his own by then. After Kitty's mess in the kitchen, Bobby had been unseen, and the first time he was spotted was a few minutes after the kitchen mess by Ray.
"Dude, what are you doing?" Berzerker called as he jumped over a bush with a certain Ice Man inside.
"Sorry, but I can't do this." Bobby says. "He's a great servant, but he keep smothering me!"
"Oh, Bobby Sir!" Called Logan with his false sweet voice from across the large lawn. "I have more breakfast to feed you! Kitty makes it so good!" His voice barley concealed the daggers of satisfaction at his small victory. When he was ordered to get Bobby breakfast, he knew just what to do.
"Dude, ya gotta hide me!" Bobby hissed to Ray.
"No way, man," Ray hissed back. "He's your servant. Also, he keeps trying to feed the rest of us that charcoal, too. Man, it's digesting! Ya gotta get 'im away from the rest of us."
"Uh-uh. No way." Bobby shook his head vigorously as Logan neared his hiding spot.
"Aw, man, we need you!" Ray said. "Seriously. He's your responsibility. Just pretend you're in the Danger Room!"
Sighing mightily, Bobby stood.
"Oh, sir!" Logan said in his false female voice, and began to run towards him, claws unsheathed, grinning with his canines glinting in the light.
"Stop!" Yelled Bobby. "I order you to... Um... Give me a minute..."
Logan stood frozen in place, his eyes pleading.
Ray looked between the two and grinned. Leaning towards Bobby, he whispered in his ear.
"Perfect!" Bobby shouted. "Logan, I order you to do the Macarena in the middle of town. And, before you ask, put on that pink dress that you like so much." Bobby and Ray grinned at each other.
"No. That's going too far, kid." Logan's face was a contortion of fear. "I have a good reputation as a personal art tutor!"
"Too bad, Lolo." Bobby said.
"Please!" Logan begged, falling onto the knees of his tangerine pantsuit.
Bobby sighed. "Fine. I'll modify that order, but only 'cuz you asked nicely."
Logan looked up, hope in his twisted eyes.
"You'll just have to do so in the Institute's main hall."
Logan sighed, knowing that this was probably more than he should have hoped for from his employer/captor/slave-driver.
Bobby and Ray marched back to the institute, arms slung over each other's shoulder, grinning like madmen.
And to think, he was in servitude to that idiot!
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