I wrote this story six years ago. It’s still fun to read, though.
Louie In The Sky (With Petticoats)
“Maybe it’ll be an Olympic sport someday,” Lou said with a grin.
“Now you’re just being silly,” Bonnie replied, a coy smile on her face. “Blanket toss is just something my friends and I like to do to pass the time. You ought to try it someday. I know you’d get a charge out of it.”
“Well, at the risk of sounding like a chicken — or some other flightless bird — I think I’d prefer to keep my feet on the ground.”
“Okay, just tell me if you change your mind, Chicken Little.” Bonnie was a nonstop teaser, but as far as Lou was concerned, that just made her all the more attractive. They had only been dating a few weeks, but their relationship had already passed the mere friendship stage. Lou hoped they’d become something of a fixture over the next few years of college.
Bonnie had a lovely round angelic face, though her eyes danced with mischief. The first time he saw her was in a performance at the campus theatre. She was in some kind of haphazard musical medley that started with Oklahoma and somehow ended with Grease. All he really remembered was Bonnie dancing onstage in a gorgeous floaty yellow dress buoyed out with petticoats. She was utterly mouthwatering that night — so unlike the other girls on campus, invulnerable in their jeans, tattoos and nose rings.
“The Halloween dance is only a week away. Do you have a date lined up yet?” she asked with a sly glance.
“Not really, would you like to go with me?” Lou was slightly relieved to drop the topic of the blanket toss — and his own cowardice.
“That would be peachy.” she smiled. “What costume do you want me to wear?”
“Something with petticoats,” blurted Lou. Then he turned red as a stop sign.
Bonnie giggled. “Petticoats, eh? You liked me as a little malt shop girl?”
Lou nodded and blushed some more.
“Oh, Lou likes his girls to be really girly-girl girls!” teased Bonnie. “If you’re really good, maybe I’ll let you try on one of my pretty pettis yourself!”
“Bonnie!” Lou protested loudly. “That comment was utterly uncalled for!”
“I know,” she whispered. “I know you wouldn’t dream of slipping into a nice dress and petticoats, not in a million years!” — a pregnant pause — “Well, maybe *once* in a million years?”
Lou’s heart was beating so loudly he could barely hear himself answer. “Absolutely positively never *ever*!” He crossed his arms to further emphasize his implacable unwillingness.
“Awwww…” she pouted. Then her face lit up with sudden inspiration, “I know what I can wear! Little Bo Peep!”
“Little Bo Peep?”
“There are some storybook costumes backstage at the theatre! You can be, oh, Jack Horner or something and I’ll be Little Bo Peep, in lots and lots and *lots* of petticoats!”
That evening, Lou dropped by her dorm room after class. Bonnie opened the door wearing a starched bonnet dotted with pale pink flowers. “I’ve lost my sheep,” she giggled.
“So you found the costume you wanted?” asked Lou.
“Uh huh.” She dangled a lovely little white dress, swishing it back and forth temptingly. “Wanna try it on?”
“What do you mean? Try *that* on? What kind of a guy do you think I am?”
“Oh please, Lou. Please be Bo Peep for me? Just for a little while?” she tickled his neck with the ruffled lace sleeve.
“But Bonnie, why?”
“Because I can tell you’re just dying inside, wanting to dress up for me. You were so cute this afternoon. All red and stammering.”
Impulsively she kissed him. As her tongue slipped between his lips, he melted in his arms, knowing he could not refuse her again.
In moments, Lou was stripped to his birthday suit, trying to step into a pair of long ruffled bloomers as Bonnie sat on her bed smiling at him. Lou was surprised by the profusion of undergarments necessary for Bo Peep’s ensemble. First the silky ruffled bloomers. Then a tight little camisole, trimmed with eyelet lace. A narrow taffeta petti, about an inch or two above his knee, followed by a very full petticoat of organdy and several layers of tulle. Another taffeta petticoat over that, and finally the sweet Little Bo Peep dress. Bonnie buttoned the dress up in the back and tied the pink satin bow sash.
“So this is what it feels like,” Lou found himself thinking. “This is what it feels like to dress up like a little girl.”
“Sit down at the vanity, missy,” cooed Bonnie, “And don’t bunch up your skirts when you sit, okay?”
Even taking a few steps across the small room was a brand new experience in the sweet white dress and lively pettis, Lou discovered. The outfit seemed to have its own idea of where it wanted to go and how it would get there, and Lou found the experience to be more like steering than walking. When he reached the little bench in front of Bonnie’s vanity, he carefully smoothed out the back of his dress before seating himself with a gentle rustle.
“Yuk!” Lou frowned at his image in the mirror. He felt deliciously feminine but he certainly didn’t look it.
“Shh, we’re not done yet!” whispered Bonnie, reaching for her compact. A little translucent powder took the shine off Lou’s nose and evened out his complexion, while letting his natural rosy blush show through. With the practiced skill learned in her high school theatricals, Bonnie quickly traced Lou’s eyes with liner and mascara, bringing out his doe-eyed innocent expression. A few strokes with a lipstick brush followed, emphasizing the cupid’s bow of Lou’s mouth, which Bonnie then filled in with creamy pale pink color.
Lou hadn’t noticed the wig of blonde sausage curls until Bonnie pulled it onto his head. He gasped in wonderment at his girlish reflection as Bonnie brushed his glossy curls. Lou shook his head in amazement. “I’m… I’m Bo Peep!” he chuckled.
“These were the biggest I could find,” said Bonnie, showing him a pair of black dance slippers. They stretch a little. Try ’em on.”
“Why do I need shoes?” Lou asked suspiciously. “I’m… we’re not going anywhere, are we?”
“Only if you want,” she replied saucily, then knelt to put the slippers on him. “Point your toes, sweetheart, that’s right.”
It was a tight fit, but he managed to wiggle into the slippers. Then before he knew it, she had the bonnet on him and firmly tied the satin ribbon at his chin. “Even better than I thought,” said Bonnie proudly. “You make a perfect little girl!”
Lou felt giddy, scared, and happier than he could ever remember. He rose clumsily to his feet, brushed back a stray curl, hoping his full skirts would conceal his growing erection. The frilled bloomers caressed him intimately, and the lacy petticoats tickled his bare legs.
Bonnie tittered, squeezed his hand and kissed him on the nose. “Feel nice?” she teased. Suddenly her face changed. “Do you smell smoke?”
“No,” Lou answered, alarmed.
“Wait here,” Bonnie rushed out to the dormitory hallway. Instinctively Lou reached behind himself, but there was no chance of Little Bo Peep getting undressed without help.
A moment later, Bonnie was back, her face taut. “Big fire in the stairwell,” she said gravely, pulling the curtains open.
Lou scurried away from the open window. There was still about an hour of daylight outside and he could hear the shouts of a group of girls in the yard below. Bonnie’s room was on the third floor.
“Where’s the fire escape?” squealed Lou as Bonnie waved frantically to the girls in the yard.
“No time for that!” she shouted. “It’s all the way on the other side of the building!”
Lou peered over her shoulder to see the girls in the yard. They held a huge canvas blanket and were tossing one girl in the air. Bonnie screamed to them and waved again. Things were happening so quickly Lou could scarcely keep up. The next thing he knew the girls had run over to the side of the building and Bonnie was leaping from the window.
Her friends caught her easily in the blanket. The girls on one side gently lowered the blanket, letting Bonnie slide safely to her feet. Then they were all looking up at him.
“Don’t be scared, Lo — er, Little Bo Peep!” Bonnie called up to him. “Jump down and we’ll catch you!”
Lou was almost totally certain he didn’t smell smoke. Had their little dressup game so totally overloaded his senses? Feeling like he was in some kind of enchanted daydream, Lou stepped up onto the windowsill, held his skirts tightly, closed his eyes, and leapt.
The next thing he knew, his bottom hit the blanket with a loud smack. He opened his eyes and found himself surrounded by the girls. None of them lowered their end of the blanket.
“Who’s she?” a pretty Asian girl asked Bonnie.
“Just a friend,” Bonnie stammered. “We were trying on costumes for the Halloween dance.”
Lou fussed with his dress and tried to get out of the blanket.
“Little Bo Peep? Would you like to play blanket toss?” asked a redheaded girl in pigtails.
Lou shook his head and stood up in the center of the blanket. For one awful moment he thought his wig had come off, but the pink flowered bonnet had kept it well in place. He looked helplessly at Bonnie. He was more or less certain she had engineered this disastrous turn of events, but how far did she intend this to go?
The girls gave him another moment to ponder his predicament, and then they gave the blanket a solid tug. Lou popped two feet into the air, cried “Oh!” in a very feminine voice, then fell back down into the blanket, his dress flying up to display his fancy underpinnings.
“Ooh she’s so lacy and frilly!” sang out one of the girls. “Let’s toss her wayyy up into the sky!”
“Please!” Lou cried out, but the girls snapped the blanket again and he soared into the air. He tried to land on his feet this time, but misjudged and fell face forward, flashing his ruffled backside at the laughing ladies.
Again and again they flung him high into the air, until all the lacy secrets beneath his dress had been revealed to them. (All secrets but one, that is!) Lou found it truly humbling to be hurled into the air like a helpless plaything, petticoats flapping, bare legs kicking, curls bouncing, landing gracelessly in the blanket only to be flung even higher into the skies.
You lose all sense of time when you’re dressed up like Little Bo Peep and thrown into the air by a gang of mischievous lasses. Eventually the impish girls grew tired and let Lou touch the sweet green earth with his black dancing shoes. If any of them suspected his real gender, they didn’t let on.
Bonnie wished them goodnight and guided her dizzy beribboned beau back to her dorm room.
“No fire?” asked Lou weakly.
“Shh, no. No fire, just a little practical joke to get you to try the blanket toss. Don’t tell me you didn’t have fun. You had the biggest damn smile I’ve ever seen on you.”
“Maybe I had a little fun. But you, you deceived me!”
“Correction, cutie, I *outwitted* you, and got you to try some new things you never would have gone along with.”
“Oh, I just want my pants back!”
“You’ll get your pants as soon as we get upstairs, my sweet Bo Peep,” Bonnie assured him.
“No more tricks?”
“Just a nice bubble bath together and then maybe some cuddling. No more tricks, my angel… not tonight anyway.”