Hello every one. This is my first X-men fic. I hope you all like it.
Disclaimer: No I don't own anything.
Italics mean thoughts.
"" Means speaking
Sally
He walked down the silent dark halls. The Professor called to him again in his mind. I'm coming, bub. Wolverine thought. A cigar was dangling in his mouth, lit, as usual. He really wanted to know why the hell the Professor wanted him so late.
The door to the Professor's office opened slightly with his touch, careful not to make too much noise. He didn't want to wake the little X brats. The Professor was sitting at his desk with a slight smile on his face. He was obviously laughing at something. Now Logan really wanted to know what the hell the Professor wanted. The guy was not amused this often at this time of night.
"Come on in and sit down, Logan." The Professor didn't sound angry so it couldn't have been something too bad, could it? "I'll have to let you know that you have a new job here that I have assigned you. I believe that you will find this job very enticing and will keep you very hard at work." He now had an interest in what the professor was saying. This might be the kind of job a Wolverine should do. Not something stupid like teaching Art. No that would be ironic. "You are now going to be the younger division of female student's playtime buddy." Spoke to soon, Logan thought. He really had to drop his jaw though. This was worse than being an Art teacher. If he had the dignity for it he would probably beg the Professor just to give him the Art job. Those girls are all under ten! He screamed silently in his head.
"Now Logan I bet you know why I'm giving you this job." Actually he had no idea. What could he possibly do to deserve this kind of punishment? "Do you remember what I told you about smoking in the mansion?" Oh shit. This is not could. He said he would make me think I was a six-year-old girl and have Jean braid my hair. But since Jean isn't here I bet he'd make Ororo do it. He blushed at the thought of his long time crush braiding his hair. Although he would never want anyone to know he had a crush and he also hoped that the professor would not tell ANYONE that he blushed. But fuck! Him, being a little girl.
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.
Shit was the last thing he remembered.
Yes I know that was short but trust me it gets better. That chapter was just to reel you into the story. The next chapter has Mr. Wolvie acting like a little girl and also explains the title of the story. I hope you like it. It also has a little bit of Ro/Lo going on. But still it's mainly just humorous. Please Review. Thanx, Cybeleflame.
