I could hear Chopper's excited cries as he jumped up and down in his medical room. I smiled a bit. He seemed really happy. He hadn't lost that childish part of himself yet, thank goodness.
"Sanji?" Nami called, "You're next!"
I bounded towards her, and she handed me a pink bag. Pink? What was that supposed to mean?
"Thank you Nami-Swan!" I exclaimed, a little doubtingly, but a true gentleman must always put on a facade of joy.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the Marimo snickering. I decided to ignore him for now, just because it was Christmas and I felt generous. I lifted my chin and took meaningful steps towards the men's quarters.
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Once in the men's quarters, I sat on my bed and took out the tissue paper that was lain over the top of the present. Under all the tissue paper was a box. The box was relatively small, and was black and pink striped. It had a little pink bow on the top. The bow was attached to a plastic imprint of a woman's lips.
Obviously it was something naughty. What else would it have been? I began to wonder what was inside. I started thinking of Robin-Chwan and Nami-Swan wearing-
In any case, I assumed it was something to do with s-
I began to breath heavily to calm myself down. It was no use getting too excited. My time had finally come. One of the lovely ladies on this ship has obviously fallen for me, and has given me this gift for *ahem* later...
I slit open the tape that held the box together and pried open the lid. And there it was. The object of my torture. The bane of my existence. The reminder of the 2 years I spent in freaking hell. A pink, frilly bra, complete with a matching set of panties. The bra was padded, and the panties were overly tight to conceal any... Junk. It was drag queen wear.
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A.N.: If you're noting the length, I assure you I'm not getting lazy. It will be explained in the next chapter, I promise.
A huge 'Thank You!' to Miranda for reviewing so frequently. It's always a writing-booster to hear from you, so I owe these next few chapters to your support.