Author's notes…. As always, the original copyright holders retain their rights, and this is intended for the non-commercial enjoyment of the readers. Comments and reviews are always welcome, as long as they bear in mind that I am not a perfect typist, do not always get timelines right, muddle items from manga and anime without regard for canon, and have other personal quirks like my low sense of humour. I plan on staying on the ecchi side of things, but these last few entries are definitely mature in outlook.
While this is ostensibly a GI/OMG crossover, the goddesses are a minor component of the story, which is focused on Gilligan and his running case of bad luck and misfortune.
I'm going to push along on the short chapters as they seem to be easier to grind out in a lunch hour or so of spare time. I've also taken a look at the traffic graph for this story. Sucks compared to my Railgun stories but then I know that Gilligan and Ah My Goddess are not the most popular items here at FF-dot-NET. However, if you are reading this story, do please post reviews.
- The ship set ground on the shore of this uncharted desert isle
With Gilligan
The Skipper too,
A millionaire and his wife,
A movie star
The Professor and Mary Ann,
Here on Gilligan's Isle. -
Mary Ann, Ginger and Lovey sat on the edge of the Professor's bedstead, now occupied by Gilligan, and watched him as he carefully shaved himself. Carefully because he had three women closely watching him perform the daily function, obviously because they were here for something that he was supposed to have done or not done. For some reason, this rattled him. Being rattled was not a situation that he usually experienced. Which rattle him even more.
Finally putting the razor down beside the bowl, he dipped a washcloth in the bowl of hot water and then wiped his face of the remaining lather, then grabbed the towel and dried his face. Looking in the mirror, he realized that he couldn't put off the inevitable any longer.
Turning to face the ladies, he felt an uncharacteristic sense of discomfort rather than his usual placid demeanor.
"Should I say that I'm sorry and we can work from there?", he said quietly. Their startled reaction showed him that this might have been the wrong starting point. He shrugged. "The Professor did say that there might be some personality changes. I guess that he was right."
The ladies nodded. Lovey got her comment in first. "Normally, you'd be taking some swipes at shaving, and being off on the day's adventure, whether running of full throttle or in a total panic. Today, you're nothing like the Gilligan that we all know and love, you seem to be thoughtful and taking your time."
Gilligan felt a snicker slide up his throat. "With you three sitting there and waiting quietly while I've had my breakfast and then washed and shaved, I've had time to go through all the usual reactions that I'd normally have and decided on a different tactic."
He grabbed a chair, spun it around and sat down with his arms over the back while facing them. "As the Skipper would say, what's up, Little Buddy?"
They snickered and drew deep breaths. Mary Ann jumped in. "What do you remember about last night?"
He rested his chin on his folder arms and thought about it. "You three were taking over from the Skipper and were going to show me some of the stuff that you'd found in the container. However, between the Skipper having kept me awake all day and my wanting to just go to sleep, I was nodding off by the time that you got back. I recall seeing you all in wedding gowns, and that was it until this morning. Did I miss something? Worse, did I do something? Or did I not do something?"
All three of the women nodded, and Ginger slipped in "Just before you passed out, you said something that surprised the heck out of us, and we'd like to talk it over with you."
Gilligan felt something drop into the bottom of his gut as Lovey looked at the others with an expression that read 'Do not interrupt me.'
"Gilligan, dear", she started. "Before we get started on this, I or rather WE need to get something off of our chests, especially if you are not aware of them. First, we all love you like a brother or a son in my case. There's nothing that we'd want to do to cause you distress. Second, the Skipper mentioned that your family was very strict and very private. Third, I need to give you a secret about the three of us, one that you may already know but we'd never shared it with you because you were , well were just Gilligan, and didn't seem to be interested in adult things."
Gilligan blushed and then nodded, looking down at his hands. "My dad was a Baptist minister, all hell-fire and brimstone and if it wasn't in the Bible, it came straight from the Devil's mouth. My mother was the perfect minister's wife, and both of them wanted nothing more than to raise the All-American Old-Time-Baptist sons and daughters. They were succeeding on that front, well, until I came along. Not that I was evil but just willful and questioned why things were the way they were. Couple that with me being smaller than my brothers and my sisters tended to use me as a life-size doll rather than a boy, especially when I really didn't fight them on that point. So, I learned to hide everything that wasn't what they deemed normal, and let them all think that they were succeeding."
He looked at them. "I heard you talking with the Skipper this morning, and he's right. I hid everything that was different about me from everyone, including myself most of the time."
Lovey looked at the other ladies and then leaned forward. "Gilligan, that's not healthy. Being here on the island, just the seven of us, you can …"
She stopped and was obviously thinking hard. "On the other hand…. Oh, shoot! What you need at this moment is something to do that isn't strenuous or likely to aggravate your concussion or your recovery. Let's go ask the Professor if you can help us go through the stuff from the container and see if there is anything that we can use."
- An hour later and after a lecture from the Professor on what was allowed….. -
The foursome strolled into the cave and through the piles of unopened boxes.
Lovey pulled him around and pushed him into a seat. "Gilligan," she started. "I want to say one thing before we get started. Yesterday, Ginger, Mary Ann and I spent the day exploring a stack of boxes going for specific companies, and that was what we were going to show you last night but you'd almost fallen asleep before we could show you anything. Now, we did clearly hear what you said as you were falling asleep and here is our decision: It's your choice. We can go through those boxes again and you can decide what you want to keep or we can move on to more stuff address to other locations."
Gilligan wore a confused expression. "I don't remember what I said so this is not making sense."
Lovey cast a help-me expression to her companions, and Mary Ann picked up the thread. "What she's trying to say and we all agree is that we'd spent the day rummaging through ladies lingerie and wedding and formal gowns. We picked out what we wanted to show you, and you…. you…. can rummage and pick out what you want… Oh damn it, Ginger?"
Ginger slid up and parked herself into Gilligan's lap. "What we're trying to say is that the last words out of your lips last night before you went to sleep after we'd walked in wearing our favourite wedding gowns was 'Oh, those are wonderful! Did you bring one for me?' What we're trying to say is if you want to look for one of your own, you can. No questions asked."
Whatever else Ginger was going to say was stopped by her backside hitting the sand within the cave ass Gilligan leapt to his feed and started walking around in a large circle.
He stopped and glared at them. "It's an abomination to God! How could you ask me to do that!?"
Lovey stepped up and looked at him. "How could you ask us about bringing along one for you?", she said quietly.
"It says that in the Bible!", he practically shouted back at her.
She smiled at him, "And it was written, what, three thousand years ago, and what are the men's items and women's' clothes mentioned in the verse, and what are the actual sins being done if you do, and what are the intents that cause the sin?"
Gilligan stood gob-smacked.
May Ann stepped up and stood beside Lovey. "Look, Gilligan, I come from an Episcopalian congregation and for us, sin is all about intent and not the literal reading of the Bible. By cross-dressing, are you planning to commit a sin? Also, remember that as Christians and gentiles, we are not held accountable for following the rules that applied only to the Hebrews."
Gilligan buried his chin into his chest and walked away, muttering "gonna have to think about this."
Ginger quipped in a hearty tone to his back. "That's OK, Gilligan. We're not going to say another word. Just in case we hit a box of underwear, what size are you? Are you Boxers or briefs or open to the unusual? And are you cotton or silk or satin?"
Gilligan stopped dead in his tracks, looked at the ceiling of the cave, then looked back over his shoulder at them. "Medium. Boxers, Cotton." And then continued over to another pile of boxes and started shifting them around, looking at the shipping labels and the customs forms that were on some of them.
- Two hours go by -
The Skipper's booming voice announced his presence. "Lunch is here!"
The ladies came out to the entrance and took the hamper from the Skipper. He looked around and asked "where's Gilligan?"
Mary Anne waved to a corner of the room. "Last time that I heard him, he was over in that area and not exactly happy about it but he kept working away, though it has been quiet the last little while."
The Skipper looked into the semi-darkness but really saw nothing. "What is over there?", he asked.
Ginger snickered. "Lingerie, dresses and gowns, mostly" she said with a smirk. "Yesterday, we'd pretty well figured out who was sending which to whom and stacked things up so we could go through later, unless there was something that we really needed that we hadn't already found. You were right about a lot of Gilligan's background as it came out when we offered to have him pick out something that he wanted. Some discussion later and he went off stomping into that corner grumbling like Mister Howell when you ask him to do some serious work. Parked himself in the middle of the pile and started opening boxes, all of which….."
The Skipper stifled a laugh. "That's pure Gilligan! Can you call him, because I have to get far, far away before I bust my gut laughing and have to apologize to the Little Buddy! By-the-by, should I start planning on new cupboard space in the hut?"
Mary Ann and Lovey caught the last comment and Lovey responded, "don't even think of asking him that question, even in joking. Just like you warned us, the same applies to you. If the boy wants to talk about it, he will, well, will eventually. You might mention that to the other menfolk at lunch, emphasizing that this is a rule with severe consequences and we women will be united in that."
"Yes, ma'am! Right away, ma'am!" He saluted and then headed towards the cliffside path, stumbling slightly as he tried to use the path while laughing.
Lovey looked at Ginger. "Could you go over and find Gilligan and bring him back? We'll set up a picnic lunch just inside the cave."
It took a minute for Ginger to find Gilligan, surrounded by piles of clothing and undergarments. He looked up and scowled at her. "I guess that you've come to gloat," he muttered.
"Actually, no. The Skipper just brought our lunch and the others are setting up a picnic lunch. And, no, we did not plan this. You got angry because you couldn't come up with a good argument, and you didn't ask what else we'd sorted out but hadn't opened. YOU selected the pile so you get to work your way through it. Speaking of which, find anything interesting? And no, I'm not making fun of you. Some of the products are definitely not what you'd find at your local Sears or Woolworths."
Sighing, he pulled himself upright and swayed slightly. "Sorry, got up too quickly."
They walked towards the entrance to the cave, where Mary Ann and Lovey had set out the lunch basket for them.
- A quiet and not-so quiet lunch goes by -
The ladies were packing away the remains of the lunch basket when Gilligan coughed into his hand. "I have a question, and I want an honest answer."
They looked at Gilligan and all nodded, and Lovey responded, "we all agreed to give you the truth this morning. That commitment still applies."
He concentrated on scratching a bit of food off of his pants and then flicking at it. "Did you really mean that you would let me take a gown? No making fun of me or anything of it?"
They all nodded. "Completely so, just you and us if you want it to stay that way," went Ginger as she stood up and extended her had to Gilligan. "Come on, let's make you a bride."
They all wound up in front of the pile of opened boxes destined for Alfred Angelo as well as the rack set up on the wall of the cave, when Lovey put her hand on Gilligan's shoulder and looked at him. "Before we get started and disappoint you, wedding dresses and many formal gowns come in a different size than the standard sizes used. Don't ask me why but it is. Some marketing ploy to make people feel better, probably. What's your waist and chest size?"
Gilligan nodded. "Understood. I'm 34 inches in the waist and 40 inches is my jacket size."
Lovey nodded. "Let's go for a B or C cup size, say 45 inches. What say you, girls?"
Both snickered then straightened their faces. Ginger raised her hand. "Size 22W. I was looking for a new dress for a premiere and spotted one that looked perfect. It wasn't and the label, when we did find it, said that. By that time I'd tried it on and it really didn't but it looks like it might work on Gilligan."
- Another hour later -
Mary Ann held up a dress, fresh out of its shipping bag, and shook it out. "I don't know why you're so bashful, Gilligan. You've gone through about fifteen dresses and we've all seen you in swimming trunks before."
Gilligan blushed. "This is different, Mary Ann, and I don't want to talk about it. OKAY?"
The ladies all eyerolled and nodded. Mary Ann made shooing gestures with her hands. "Go! Get changed and get back her and we'll see if you fit in it. This is the next size larger and it should work. Ginger, you still got the one that you found that was the next size up, don't you?"
Ginger pointed at a nearby bag sitting on the ground beside her. "Ready to go, unless they made a mistake and mis-sized the bag."
Gilligan struggled across the cave floor and behind a nearby pile of boxes. Ginger and Mary Ann snickered and looked at Lovey. "Does he realize what that pile is, doesn't he?" went Mary Ann.
A dress came flying over the top of the pile and the words drifted behind it. "You'll be telling me just to make me embarrassed and then have me try on all sorts of stuff. If I'd known that this was going to be such a struggle, I'd never have suggested it in the first place."
Ginger snickered and called back, "at least none of us has a camera and are recording this for posterity."
"All right, I'm coming out," came Gilligan's voice.
He came around the end of the pile, pulling up the on the gown and its train to keep from stumbling. Lovey stepped forward and spun her finders, indicating that Gilligan should turn around, which he did. Lovey then started doing up the buttons on the back and quickly reached the top of the neckline. "There! All done! How does the top feel?"
Gilligan turned back, plucking at the bust of the gown. "Seems loose but the waist fits. How do I look?"
Lovey did some additional straightening, and then brushed her hand over a large lump on the front of the dress. Gilligan sucked in a deep breath, and Lovey clamped down to figure out what the large object was.
"Don't touch it!" went Gilligan. "Leave it alone!"
Lover very gently released her hand. "Why ever are you reacting like that, Gilligan? It's only a penis."
"No!" he practically shouted. "I…. I…..I'm a monster!"
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