Chapter 5

Les POV:

Savannah and I were sitting at the table eating dinner when we came up with the idea. She'd asked me what I wanted to do for my birthday. I was born on Valentine's Day, but we would be having my party the weekend before.

"What if we had a party but the theme was to come dressed as your spouse?"

"Then all of your friends would have to be in relationships," she pointed out. I smiled.

"They all are. Cal, Hal, Woody, Tank, Ric, Bobby, Steph, Hector, they are all in relationships. And I'm in one too, which gives us the excuse to host this party."

"So, you're telling me we're going to dress up as each other?" She smiled. I let my eyes roam over her body.

"Besides, my legs would look great in a skirt."I commented.

She laughed. "Alright, alright. I'll get the invitations done."

I took her hand and kissed the back of it. "I can't wait, baby."

I laughed to myself as my evil scheme was laid out in my head. I couldn't believe Hal had trusted me to get his outfit. Did he really expect me to get him a normal uniform? I cackled to myself as I walked into the store.

I was still planning my own outfit but walking through the women's department drew my eye. Pausing, I walked into the section, heading straight for the red and black fabric that caught my attention. I grinned, searching for the two sizes I would need. One for myself and one for my she would wear it for me on Valentine's day.

I found myself looking through the lingerie section finding a garter belt in the right size before finding a set of thigh high stockings. There were so many to choose from. Fishnets weren't the way to go for this but black was too basic. I found a black pair with lace flower designs.

I smiled, picking them up and walking to the counter. "I'm picking up an order and also buying these," I said, setting my purchases on the counter.

"Order name?"

"Santos," I answered.

"Yes, we have it in the back," he said.

I thanked him before leaving the store. After putting everything in the car, I rubbed my hands together like an evil mastermind. Hal wished this on himself.

The morning of the party I stood in the shower with Savannah. In my hands were a pink razor and a bottle of shaving cream. Savannah was laughing softly.

"It'll grow back," she said.

"I know, but it's going to be prickly."

She rolled her eyes."You wanted to commit fully and you wanted everyone else to also, so you have to," she reminded me.

I looked down and then back at her. She rolled her eyes again. "Les."

"Alright, alright," I grumbled.

When I stepped out of the shower, a cold blast of air hit my newly shaved legs. "How do women do this?" I grumbled, grabbing a towel to dry the water off my legs.

"Now you know how I feel. I have to shave every other day. Now you might stop complaining about my prickly legs."

"I don't mind them until it's cold and you decide that I'm the only source of warmth."

"Hmmm," She hummed, pulling out the blow dryer to do her hair. I had no idea how she stood, fresh out of the shower in the bathroom in only a towel. I never thought the apartment was cold before, but my bare legs made me feel like I was freezing.

I pulled on my cargo pants, the fabric feeling different against my bare legs. Pulling on my socks, and my combat boots I stood shaking my head. I was committed to this, and I was going to go through with it. Not that I had any choice now.

Setting up for the party, Savannah was grinning, watching me. "How do I put this on?" I grumbled as I struggled.

She walked over and helped me adjust it and attach the clips. I picked up the bottom half and slid it over my legs and to my waist. Fixing my white button up shirt I did a twirl for Savannah.

"How do I look?" I asked, waggling my eyebrows at her.

"I think you look… Incredibly sexy wearing a skirt." She grinned.

I'm invoking the fifth on Hal's outfit...