*Sigh* Here we go again... I don't own these characters, and I'm only borrowing them for some sillyness. Louis is a bit silly in this one, but it's not really out of character.
imsoparanoid@over-the-rainbow.com
imsoparanoid@over-the-rainbow.com
This all started one day, or shall I say night, whilst I was writing in my in my journal. I had been sitting by the fire in our old house, near Lafayette Cemetery, of course, and reflecting on the past few days. Lestat had already gone out, leaving me at home, as usual, to write in my journal, and come and go as I please. Not that I minded, but this drafty old house can be lonely. I was sitting in my chair, trying to muster enough ambition to get up and go feed, when the front door flung open. Well, as you can imagine, this nearly made me jump out of my skin. I jumped up and whirled around to face the door, ready to fight. You can imagine my surprise to see, standing propped in the doorway, a large box. Well, UPS never delivered this late; at least, I didn’t think so. I went cautiously to inspect it. I looked at the label, but didn’t recognize the company. Love Lines, I think it was. Anyway, regardless, I had MY name as the receiver. I had never ordered anything in my life, except some pants, of course, but Lestat really wanted them, and was too lazy to order them. But this wasn’t from that company, and besides, I had gotten those months ago. I had absolutely no idea what this was about. I suppose there’s only one way to find out, so I dug out my little pocketknife, and opened the box. At first, I wasn’t sure what any of it was. I knew it was leather, well; some of it, because of the smell, but that was about it. I began to take everything out and lay it on the floor. All right, I thought, there’s a pair of leather pants in here, they must be Lestat’s. I checked the tag, and of course, they were his size, but that wasn’t the only thing in there. The next thing I found was very smooth and shiny. I pulled it out, marveling at its texture. I had never felt anything like it. I laid it out on the floor, still trying to figure out what it was. I stared for a moment before realizing it was a shirt. It vaguely fascinated me, and I poked at it for a few moments. It felt amazing smooth, and when it rubbed together, it squeaked. It made me laugh. I looked at the tag, hoping to see what it was made out of, only to discover it was not Lestat’s size, but mine! It had to be a mistake! Had to be. Right? It said it was made of “vinyl” but I had not idea what that was. I looked around. No one was home. I was sure Lestat wouldn’t notice if I just tried it on once. I quickly took my shirt off, and realizing that it had a zipper, and some metal rings, put on the odd shirt. It had no sleeves, but that didn’t matter. It was tight on me, but not uncomfortable. I ran my hand over my chest, feeling how smooth and shiny I had become. It squeaked again, and I laughed. I grew more interested in the contents of that box, and decided that I wanted to see what else was in there. The next thing I pulled out was a pair of underwear, if you could call it that. It was made of black satin and had a little yellow embroidered songbird on it. This had to be for me. This all had to be Lestat’s doing; he’s the only one who knows my affinity for small birds. I looked it over, and I was pleased with it. Then I turned it over. There was no back to them! The only thing that was there was a string of elastic. They didn’t look comfortable at all. But it had a bird on it. I couldn’t resist but to try them on once. I again checked to make sure no one was home. If Lestat should see me like this, there’d be no end to his laughter. I slipped my boots and pants off, and slid the underwear on. They were quite a bit more comfortable then I had assumed, and the satin was just lovely. I decide to keep them on. I felt naked. I went further through the box, hoping to find some pants for myself. I struck “vinyl” again. As I pulled it out, it squeaked. I laughed. They were black, and tiny. It looked like a skirt with a zipper. Why in God’s name does Lestat want a skirt?! I poked at it a bit more, and discovered it wasn’t a skirt at all! They were shorts! They were barely long enough for a child, but the waist was far to- oh Lord, they’re MY size! I pondered a bit on this. I felt naked, and they were my size, after all. I sighed, regretting it slightly, and slipped them on. Oh, how tight they were. I then realized the zipper reached all the way around to the back. That was odd. I got up and walked a bit. I hated to admit it, but they made me feel sexy. I remembered that there were a few more things in the box, so I went to go check them out before Lestat got home. I found two more things in the box, but I only pulled out one of them. It was a shoebox, and I wanted to see the shoes inside it. Everything had been so interesting so far that I was sure the shoes would be as well. I opened it up, and found a pair of fascinating shoes. I made sure they were my size first, and they were, so I slipped them on. They were shiny, but thicker then vinyl, and they went up to mid thigh. I tugged them on the rest of the way, and felt funny about wearing all this. I stood up, realizing that they had a bit of a heel. I walked around for a bit, feeling rather silly, but rather sexy too. There was one more thing in the box that I hadn’t explored yet. I wanted to see it quickly, for I was in constant fear of Lestat appearing behind me suddenly, and laughing at me. I carefully bent over, reaching in the box. I picked it up, and held it for a moment. I knew what it was. I had seen them before. I lashed the cat of nine tails experimentally. It snapped nicely. I was about to do it again, when the door flung open, reveling Lestat, belting at the top of his lungs his usual singsong greeting.
“I’M HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOME!!!!”
He snapped his head around to greet me, eyes still closed. I stood there stupidly. What else could I do?
“Louis, love I’m-“
He stopped dead sentence.
“…You- you got some pants….”
I pointed to the pair of pants lying on the floor. Lestat didn’t look at them. I looked down at the floor. Here comes the laughter.
“L-Louis?”
“I’m sorry, Lestat. I thought it might have been for you, but it had my name on it, so I opened it, and there was all this stuff inside, and I didn’t think you would be home so soon, and I was just trying it on for a minute, and please don’t laugh at me, and I won’t ever do it again, and I promise I’ll always- Why are you staring at me like that?”
He rushed over and hugged me tightly. He started kissing me passionately. I was confused.
“Oh, God, Louis, Love… I couldn’t figure out how I was going to get you to wear this…”
He ran his hands over my rear. I was starting to understand.
“Oh, and you’re even wearing the thong…”
Ah. So that’s what it was.
“I’ve always wanted to see you dressed like this. Lord God, you’re so sexy, Louis. I’m so glad this came before I got here.”
So it was Lestat. I knew it.
“I thought I would surprise you with it, but you surprised me! Oh, Louis, I’ve got to have you.”
Typical. He wanted to try something new in our sex life.
“Dammit, Louis, give me that stupid journal! Now it NOT the time for writing!”
Lestat grabs the pen, throws it across the room, and tosses Louis’ diary over by the door where he can’t get it so Lestat can make passionate love to him.
THE END.