kinkfest | Prety Dolly [Slayers, Lina/Gourry; PG] (Reply)

Title: Pretty Dolly
Artist: V the Happy Lurker
Rating: PG
Warnings: FLUFF! A thin excuse for a plot, wibbling, and a couple of guest stars at the end. Plus one seriously pimped out dress...
Word count: 1,162
Summary: Slayers- Lina/Gourry: cross-dressing; 'There was just something about him in that pink dress that made her look for excuses for him to wear it.'
A/N: LATE! V's been stressing over Real Life too much to keep to schedule this week... I'm still working on catching up! 8D

“Do I have to do this?” whined Gourry from behind the screen. “Couldn't you just tell them I'm your cousin or something?”

“Nope. I've already told the royal guards that you're my dearest friend Lala, the 'mysterious noble maiden',” Lina mewled gleefully, handing him a lacy basque*. “Now, quit bitching and put this on. We've still gotta do your hair and make-up before you can put on your pretty dress.”

The swordsman grumbled but did as he was told. Lina couldn't hold back a girlish giggle as he stepped out into the room. There was just something about Gourry when he was in done up like a lady that made her look for excuses to dress him up that way. He looked utterly adorable with that embarrassed expression on his face, standing there awkwardly in creamy white stockings, a frilly lace, and girly pink panties. “Is this all really necessary? I mean, nobody's going to see my underwear...”

“Oh, it's totally necessary! It'll help put you in the proper mindset!” crowed Lina in a tone that was just a bit too cheerful, grabbing a handful of hankies and a few plush toys. “♪~Time to fix your boobies!~♪”

“You're getting way too into this, Lina.”

“Don't be stupid! I just want to make sure it's convincing...” she muttered, prodding and fluffing the stuffing till she was satisfied “Lala's” bosom looked just right. Lina stepped back, beaming proudly as she looked him over. “There! Ooooh, you are gonna look so pretty when I'm done! I bet you'll be the envy of those snotty rich girls!”

“But Lina...” Helplessly, Gourry let her drag him over to the dressing table and sat down. “Why can't I just go as myself? It is Amelia's wedding and I'm one of her friends too!”

She sighed, grabbing up a brush to start working on Gourry's hair. “This is a royal wedding, Gourry. They're not going to let a mere commoner to hob-nob with all those aristocratic blue-bloods.”

“Then how come they'll let you in? You aren't an artisto-whatsit either!”

“Well, no... But I happen to be a very famous, very powerful sorceress.” Lina gave his hair a non-to-gentle tug as she began fixing it into buns. “Nobody in their right mind would dare snub the lovely Lina Inverse, Slayer of Demon Lords and three-time savior of the world!”

“Then why don't you just say I'm you bodyguard?!” he snapped, finally losing his temper. “That way we both get in to see Amelia, found out why she dumped Zel for some lame old prince, and not make me wear that damn dress! I swear to God, you're just making up reason to dress me up like a girl. I. Am. A. MAN!”

“Oh, come on! There's a very, very important reason why you've gotta play 'Lala' for this.”

“And that reason is?”

Lina stammered for a moment, flushed with embarrassment, then quickly grabbed a couple tubes of lipstick off the table. “So, which do you think? Pastel Rose or Seductress Wine?”

Gourry frowned and silently got up, then went back behind the screen to put his normal, MANLY clothes back on.

“What are you doing Gourry?! We're suppose to see Phil in an hour!”

“Then you can tell him 'Miss Lala' is sorry, but he'd really prefer to keep his dignity, thank you very much!”

“But...but Gourry...” Lina poked her head over the screen and gave him her best 'Saddest Lil' Girl' face. “What if something happens to me?”

“You're a big girl,” Gourry grumbled in his best Macho Guy voice, fighting with the lacing on the corset. “I don't think you need to worry.”

Now Lina looked like she was genuinely about to start crying. “But you promised to protect me, remember... Mister Bodyguard?”

Gourry let out a weary huff, defeated once again by the patented Lina Guilt Trip ^TM . “Okay, I'll go through with this on ONE condition: You tell me why you're always sticking me in these girly things.”

“It's...kind of personal,” Lina muttered as she blushed even more.

“Right...” Grabbing his sword, Gourry started to walk off. “Tell Phil I said 'hi'.”

“WAIT!” She grabbed his arm. “Okay! I tell! But you've gotta promise this stays between you and me, alright?”

“My lips are sealed!”

Lina took a deep breath before she began. “It all started when I was little girl. My parents were always pushing my sister Luna and me to study hard and make names for ourselves. Instead of dollies and tea parties, I was always stuck reading through dust old grimores or practicing swordsmanship with my dad. I..I never really got a chance to be like all the other girls. I guess I keep dressing you up because I just wanna get back something of my childhood happiness.”

“Well, when you put it that way...” Gourry went back to the dressing table and sat down. “If it makes you happy, Lina, then I guess I can put up with that frou-frou dress.”

“Oh, you won't have to wear that old thing!” chirped Lina, skipping over to the closet.

“What do you—OH MY GOD!” Horrified, he could only stared at the pink frilly monstrosity Lina proudly held up.

“Isn't it gorgeous? I hear it's the least style for the fashionable courtly lady this season.”

Gourry could only moan miserably, wondering what he'd done in a this life or a past one to deserve this kind of treatment.

~~Meanwhile, on the road leading to Seyruun...

“We're almost there, Lady Gracie,” the knight commented as she looked out the carriage window.

“Will you please quit calling me that? It's just Naga, ” She fiddled with her gloves again. “I just cannot stand this outfit! If I hadn't promised my father to dress modestly...”

The knight arched a brow, glancing over at her traveling companion's costume. It was a luxuriously black bodysuit with the kind of neckline that only a judicious application of adhesive or one very discreet cantrip kept from exposing more than just her ridiculously ample bosom.

“Isn't it ridiculous the lengths you'd go for a kid sister?” Naga continued. “I feel so silly wearing this!”

“Actually, you remind me of this doll my little sister had.”

“Really? I never knew you had a sister, Sir Luna.”

“Oh-ho-yes! She was always hosting little tea parties when we were kids. Sis would even trick a couple of the local boys into letting her dress up like princesses then blackmail them into doing errands for her.”

Naga laughed softly. “Whoa! You're sister sounds like a real brat!”

“Oh, she certainly was!” chuckled Luna. “But I'm sure Lina's grown out of that sort thing...”

*For those who need a visual, this is a basque: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Basque_%28clothing%29