Chapter One: Eriol and the Little Wolf.
Syaoran stared up at Eriol's triumphant smile with horror. Eriol had won. And now hell's going to start.
"So, my cute little wolf, let's get started with my first request." Eriol took the hand of a still dazed Syaoran into a guest room with a large closet.
Syaoran went pale in the face. He gasped in shock when Eriol went to the closet and took out a lacey black thing and told him to wear it.
"What is this?" Syaoran fingered the flimsy material of the piece of silk Eriol had handed him.
"Oh, it's a black-teddy, not the type you play with, but the type people wear to sleep, or for other more interesting activities." Eriol grinned seductively.
Syaoran didn't even want to think about what other more interesting activities Eriol was talking about. He frowned and asked, "Why do you have this thing in your ski lodge?"
"Ah, I always keep some costumes here in case my guests get bored." Eriol smiled slyly.
Syaoran gritted his teeth and made a last feeble plea, knowing it's probably useless. "Can I not wear this, please?"
"Nope." Eriol replied cheerfully. However he showed Syaoran a merciful side when he added. "But you can wear something over that teddy. Here."
Syaoran's relief was short-lived when he saw the thing Eriol had given him to put over the silky teddy. It was a French maid's uniform, with lots of lace and ruffles Tomoyo would have been proud to make. The sleeves of the simple white blouse were short and puffy; the collar of it was a princess cut. The accompanying black dress had two lacy straps, a heart-shaped front covering Syaoran's chest and tapered to his waist. The dress was very short, having lots of lace and was pretty fluffy, coming up 5 inches up his thigh.
"Just kill me and be done with it." Syaoran groaned, shutting his eyes tightly to erase the image of those ridiculous things he has to wear.
"Oh my cute descendant, I couldn't bear to even hurt you! Now, do you need help putting on those gorgeous clothes?" Eriol advanced upon Syaoran in a predatory way.
He jumped and took several BIG steps back. "I will put them on myself, thank you very much! Can I have some privacy to change, or is that too much to ask?" Syaoran scowled sarcastically.
Eriol chuckled. "Of course, but don't take too long my dear." He tapped Syaoran's chin playfully and left the room.
"Shit. Maybe I can find some sharp object in this room to kill myself." Syaoran cast a futile glance around. Nope, nothing even remotely threatening.
After 10 minutes, Syaoran walked out of the room slowly, like a man going to his execution. Eriol, who had been waiting outside the room, turned and whistled appreciatively.
"Woo hoo, I had no idea you would look so good in a dress, Syaoran-kun."
Syaoran snarled, tugging the hem of his dress down. Damn this dress is shorter than I thought! It feels like my crotch is going to get exposed any minute now.
"Now, let's go to the living room and see how the others are faring." Eriol dragged Syaoran away, who was digging his heels onto the floor.
"NO!!!!!!!!!!!" Syaoran anguished cries startled those in the living room, who were still playing the game.
"I wonder what Eriol-kun did to Syaoran-kun." Sakura thought as she looked towards the door. Her jaws, and so did everyone else's dropped open as the boys appeared.
Then a burst of giggles, laughter and tears as the group rolled to the floor, hugging their sides. Syaoran blushed a vivid red and glared at them.
"The Chinese brat is wearing a dress! A dress!!!" Kero-chan howled and thumped his tiny paws on the floor.
But his laughter stopped abruptly when his opponent said. "Oh, I guess I'm the winner."
===TBC===
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