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 active component of the story, which is focused on Gilligan and his running case of bad luck and misfortune.
Reviews are always appreciated. However, use of the "guest" account to post reviews will generally result in their being deep-sized (put in the cyber bit-bucket/garbage). Be polite but also be aware that I have this quirky or ecchi sense of humour and it does show through. Also,
- So this is the tale of our castaways,
They're here for a long long time.
They'll have to make the best of things,
It's an uphill climb.-
Mary Ann looked askance at what she was holding in her hand. Satiny, black, lacy and crotch less. Also in her size.
"I can't believe that I said that I'd wear the first one that came out of the box that fit me," she mumbled.
"Buck up, trooper!" went Lovey. "What did you expect the Frederick's sells? You should have said that you had dibs on anything for Sears or Woolworth's if you didn't want to take a chance."
Mary Ann sighed. "At least turn around while I put them on."
"Nope," went Ginger, trying hard to not wear a smirk at her roomie's embarrassment.
Lovey nodded and flipped her fingers in the classic "go ahead" gesture, making no effort not to smile or was that a smirk as well.
Sighing again, Mary Ann undid the button and fly of her short-shorts and wiggled it down and stepped out of it, then placed it on top of one of the unopened boxes. She then stuck her thumbs into the waistband of her cotton panties, now washed to the point of translucence, and pulled them down, stepped out of them and then placed them beside her shorts. She then held up the new panties, got them oriented and then stepped into them and pulled them up, then faced the other two ladies. "Well?" she said.
Lovey stood up and then circled Mary Ann, eying her critically, still smiling at Mary Ann's very evident embarrassment. "Ah, just one thing missing. You need to be fluffed if you're going crotch less", she said as she reached out and ran her fingers through Mary Ann's short-and-curlies. Mary Ann clamped her knees together and groaned.
"Not fair!" she moaned as she quickly grabbed her shorts and pulled them up into position, closing the button and pulling up the zipper. That was her intention, but the zipper caught some of her hairs, forcing her to lower the zipper and then slowly pull it back up while making sure that no hairs were getting caught in the mechanism.
Mary Ann rubbed her crotch, nearly moaning at the feel of the inside seams of the shorts against her private parts. "This is going to rub me raw, you know?", she asked the others.
Ginger nodded. "Maybe it will or maybe it will just rub you to distraction. If you start getting sore in reality, then we'll loop back and find something a bit more comfortable, maybe even going back to your 'old reliables'. Otherwise, you're stuck with them for the rest of the day, come what may. Maybe, you'll enjoy the experience."
Lovey snickered, and started picking through the contents of the carton, placing some of the items off to the side. When she realized that she'd drawn the attention of the others, she smiled and quipped, "You never know when a few of these will come in handy. I remember having some way before we all went on our 'three-hour tour'. Flowing skirts and breezes. Mmmmmm! Thurston-dear was most attentive and always come home early on those days. Ginger, aren't you going to grab some for yourself?"
Ginger stepped around and did a quick sort on the same carton. "Well, maybe a few just to be different. I have a feeling that all of these boxes will probably have our closets and dressers full to over-flowing and we haven't even really tapped all of what is in that container or any of the others. It may all be an embarrassment of riches."
Lovey nodded and dropped a couple of her selections back into the carton. "You're right, Ginger. However, I HAVE seen you eyeing some cartons over there. What's so interesting about them?"
Ginger actually looked embarrassed. "Okay, there's a pile of boxes that came out of the back of the container and most of them seem to be addressed to 'Alfred Angelo'".
Mary Ann jumped in at that point. "You want a wedding dress!?"
Ginger shook her head. "No. Not that that's what everyone knows them for, but for the formal gowns. Aside from going to a custom seamstress and paying a king's ransom for a dress, you could always find something that didn't look like it had come off of the regular racks. When you're an aspiring actress living from hand-to-mouth, not that I've done that for some years, going through their sales racks for a new dress. Of course, if someone noticed that you were wearing AA, it was bad form to comment on it. Or bad form to be buying from them when you could afford custom-made."
Mary Ann nodded. "All right, let's go over there right now and satisfy your curiosity. However, since I've had to wear the first thing that comes out of a box that fits, both you and lovey are going to have to do the same, regardless of wedding dresses or formal gowns. Capiche?"
Ginger nodded then mock-glared at Mary Ann. "And the same holds to you. Plus we all are going to have the right under garments to go with whatever we pull out of the box, which probably means that we're back to digging through Frederick's stock. Same rules apply. Capiche?"
"Capiche!", went the other two ladies.
- Several hours later. Dinner and shift-change for Gilligan. -
Mary Ann and Ginger bookended the Professor at the communal dining table and then served themselves their dinner (stewed fish, local vegetables, and fresh coconut milk.)
Waiting for the Professor to finish his current mouthful, Mary Ann chimed in with "How's Gilligan?"
The Professor got thoughtful and then looked at them. "You two planning to watch Gilligan tonight together?"
The two nodded. Ginger added, "Lovey is also thinking of spelling us at least for a little while but she's giving Thurston a treat, considering what we've been rummaging through today. Lots of fun stuff but nothing really practical. We'll go back tomorrow and do some more rummaging. That is, unless you want to take a crack at it?"
He shook his head. "Maybe not tomorrow but once Gilligan is back on his feet…. Speaking of which and in answer to your original question: Gilligan is still sleeping a lot and gets tired or confused easily but no signs of anything more serious showing up. I figure a couple more days of rest and he can start on light duties for a few more, and then he can go back to being Gilligan in a week's time. That is, if nothing comes up. Speaking of which, I hope that you're not planning anything that is too strenuous for Gilligan."
The ladies shook their heads. Mary Ann went on. "We were thinking of showing Gilligan some of what we found in the boxes. We know how you guys will react but Gilligan is, well, Gilligan and nothing seems to get a 'rise' out of him."
The Professor nodded his head and then shifted his position on the bench and adjusted his pants. "Yes, Gilligan is an enigma and one that I'd be jumping up and down to investigate if I were a psychologist or therapist. I know enough to be dangerous and am cautious enough not to rock the boat as the phrase goes. So, whatever you're planning, go easy on the little guy. You may wake up something that you'd rather not know about."
"Just a little fashion show, nothing really much more. However, considering Lovey, she's probably going to egg us on to give Gilligan a show of what we found in the first boxes."
The Professor cocked an eyebrow. "The ones from Frederick's of Hollywood? I seem to recall Mary Ann having dibs on them."
Mary Ann blushed. "Yeah, and I'm now stuck with ….. uh, forget what I just said. I'll show you later….. MUCH LATER!", She finished with a stage whisper as the Skipper joined them.
"Private conversation?", he asked.
Ginger looked up and shook her head. "Just getting an update on Gilligan from the Professor and updating him on what we were planning to do while watching Gilligan tonight. We were thinking of having a bit of a fashion show with what we'd found today in the container as we started opening boxes."
The Skipper nodded. "Gilligan's getting a bit bored so he should enjoy that. Wait a minute! What exactly did you three find in those boxes?"
Mary Ann blushed deeply and Ginger coloured. The Skipper stopped serving himself dinner and leaned on an elbow as he looked across the table.
"This is going to be good!", he quipped with a leer directed at the two ladies.
"Down, sailor!" came a voice from behind him as a hand smacked him on the back of his hat. Lovey slowly slid into a seat beside the Skipper and started serving herself dinner. "Thurston's a bit peaked and decided to make an early night of things, but you two will find out in due course.", she said in a haughty voice.
The Skipper looked over at the Professor, who smirked back. "Sorry, I have some general ideas but no specifics. We'll just have to find out the old-fashioned way. Unless the ladies are planning a fashion show for all of us?"
All three ladies coloured. Lovey smirked and replied, "well, that is an idea but one that we won't answer now. Anyway, we'll be going in to Gilligan when we've finished our dinner, and no fishing about what we may or may not be showing Gilligan. You just will have to suffer by yourselves tonight."
The Professor looked over at the Skipper and mused, "Thurston got a sneak preview but he's retired for the night. Guess that we're on our own tonight."
- An hour later, Gilligan's quarters (formerly the Professor's) -
The three ladies, now resplendently dressed in wedding gowns, met outside of the hut and knocked on the door. Mary Ann knocked.
"You still awake, Gilligan? Sorry that it took us longer that we thought it would. SOMEONE here decided that we needed to be really dressed at our best and that delayed us."
Gilligan's voice drifted out. "No, I was just about to go to sleep. Come on it!"
Ginger gently opened the door and looked in, seeing Gilligan on the bed facing the door, obviously fighting to remain awake.
The three stepped in and stuck their bridal poses beside his bed. "T-da!", went Mary Ann, echoed by Lovey and Ginger.
Gilligan looked at all three with a goggle-eyed but blurry-eyed expression.
He opened his mouth and the words came out unfiltered but slurred. "Oh, those are wonderful! Did you bring one for me?"
He then promptly fell asleep and started snoring.