Who knows? Maybe one day it could be an Olympic sport, Oliver said with a playful smile. You're just being silly now, Emma replied.
My friends and I just like to play blanket toss to pass the time. You should try it sometime. I think it would make you laugh.
Sorry, but I'd rather keep my feet on solid ground. Okay, chicken little. Just let me know if you change your mind.
Emma was always trying to catch Oliver's attention, and Oliver couldn't help but find it endearing. Even though they'd only been dating for a few weeks, their connection was already more than just friendship. He hoped she'd be around for the rest of his college years.
Emma had a beautiful round face, which made her look angelic, but her mischievous eyes told a different story. He first saw her during a campus play. She was part of a random musical medley that started with Oklahoma and ended with Greece.
What stood out the most was Emma dancing on stage in a gorgeous yellow dress with pettic coats that made it seem like it was floating. That night, Emma felt like a breath of fresh air compared to the other girls on campus who all seemed tough with their jeans, tattoos, and piercings. "The Halloween party is coming up in a week.
Do you have a date yet? " she asked, giving him a cheeky look. Not really, but would you like to go with me?
Oliver responded. Glad to change the subject from blanket toss. That sounds great.
Emma smiled. What kind of costume do you want me to wear? Something with pettic coats?
Oliver blurted out, then turned red. Emma giggled. So, you liked me as a little 50s diner girl?
Oliver nodded, his face growing even redder. Emma teased. Oliver likes his girls very girly.
Then with a grin, she added, "If you're lucky, I might even let you try on one of my pretty pettic coats. " Oliver, he shouted, embarrassed. "That was completely out of line," Emma whispered.
"I know you'd never dream of wearing a dress or pettic coats. " "Well, maybe once in a million years," Oliver said after a long pause, feeling his heart race. Absolutely not, he crossed his arms, trying to stay firm.
Okay, okay, she said with a laugh. But I've got a costume idea. I could go as little B Peep.
You could be Jack her or something, and I'll wear tons of pettic coats. Oliver smiled at the idea, but wasn't sure how to respond. That evening, Oliver stopped by Emma's dorm room after class.
She opened the door, wearing a stiff hat adorned with pink flowers. I've lost my sheep, she exclaimed with a laugh. Oliver raised an eyebrow.
So, you found the costume you wanted. Uh-huh. She replied, swinging a cute dress back and forth in front of him.
Want to try it on? What? What kind of guy do you think I am?
Oliver laughed nervously. Oh, come on, Oliver. Emma begged.
Just for a little bit. Bibbo peep for me. Emma playfully tickled his neck with the lace sleeve of her dress.
I can tell you're dying to dress up for me. His face turned red again, but this time he couldn't resist. She kissed him, and in that moment, Oliver knew he couldn't say no to her again.
Moments later, Oliver found himself in her dorm room, slowly getting dressed in a pair of ruffled bloomers. Emma sat on the bed, watching him with a smile. Oliver was surprised at how many layers little B Peep's outfit needed.
First, the silky bloomers with ruffles, followed by a chamisole with lace edges. Then, a taffeta pettic coat, a layer of tulle, and another skirt of taffeta. Finally, the sweet little bow peep dress went on top.
Emma helped him zip up the dress and tied the satin pink bow sash around his waist. "Sit down at the vanity, Missy," Emma said sweetly. and don't bunch up your skirts when you sit.
" Oliver took a few steps across the room, surprised at how different it felt to move in the dress. When Oliver reached the small bench in front of Emma's vanity, he carefully adjusted the back of his dress before sitting down. "Yuck!
" Oliver muttered as he looked at himself in the mirror. He thought he was being overly girly, but the reflection didn't match his expectations. Emma whispered, "We're not finished yet.
" as she reached for her compact and translucent powder. Oliver used it to reduce the shine on his nose and even out his skin tone, but his natural rosy blush still peaked through. Emma then skillfully traced his eyes with eyeliner and mascara, highlighting his innocent, wideeyed look.
She had perfected this technique in high school plays. Next, she filled in the Cupid's bow of Oliver's lips with a creamy pale pink lipstick. Oliver didn't notice the blonde wig with curly voluminous hair until Emma placed it on his head.
As she brushed his curls, he was stunned by how much he looked like a girl. In disbelief, Oliver chuckled and said, "I'm I'm Bo Peep. These were the biggest ones I could find," Emma said, showing him a pair of black dance slippers.
"They might be a little tight. Try them on. " "Why do I need shoes?
" Oliver asked, confused. I don't think we're going anywhere. Only if you want to, Emma replied, kneeling down to help him slip on the slippers.
Point your toes, honey. You got it. Though they were tight, Oliver managed to get his feet into them.
Then, before he could react, Emma placed the bonnet on his head and tied the satin ribbon under his chin. "You look even better than I imagined," Emma said proudly. You make the perfect girl.
Oliver, both excited and nervous, clumsily stood up and brushed a stray curl behind his ear. He hoped his full skirts would hide his growing discomfort. Emma laughed and gave him a quick squeeze on the hand.
"Feels nice," she said playfully, but then her expression changed. "Do you smell smoke? " "No," Oliver said, his voice full of alarm.
Emma quickly ran out of the room into the hallway and Oliver instinctively reached behind him, but little B Peep couldn't adjust her clothes on her own. A moment later, Emma returned, her face tight with concern. "Big fire in the stairwell," she said, her tone serious as she pulled the curtains back.
"Ol quickly stepped away from the window. There was about an hour of daylight left, and he could hear a group of girls shouting in the yard below. Emma's room was on the third floor.
"Where's the emergency exit? " Oliver screamed as Emma frantically waved to the other girls in the yard. "No time for that," she yelled.
"It's on the other side of the building. " Oliver glanced behind her and saw the girls playing in the yard, tossing one of their own into the air while holding a large canvas blanket. Emma waved again, and Oliver could hardly keep up with the rapid pace of events.
In the blink of an eye, the girls had moved to the side of the building and Emma was jumping out of the window. Her friends quickly caught her in the blanket, lowering her gently to the ground. Emma stood up safe and sound as the girls on one side of the blanket slowly let it down.
Then they all turned to look at Oliver. Don't be afraid, Oliver. Your little bow peep, Emma called from above.
Jump and we<unk>ll catch you. Oliver was almost certain he couldn't smell smoke. The whirlwind of emotions from their dressup game had left him overwhelmed.
Still, he climbed onto the windowsill, tightened his grip on his skirts, closed his eyes, and jumped. It felt like he was in a dream. The next thing he knew, he heard a Olivered smack as he landed on the blanket.
When Oliver opened his eyes, he found himself surrounded by the girls. No one let go of the blanket. Who's that?
asked a pretty Asian girl. Just a friend, Emma stammered. We were trying on Halloween costumes for a party.
Oliver tried to adjust his dress and wig, pulling himself out from under the blanket. A little girl with red hair and pigtails asked, "Do you want to play blanket toss, B Peep? " Oliver shook his head, stood up in the middle of the blanket, and began walking away.
For a brief moment, he feared his wig had fallen off, but the pink flowered bonnet kept it securely in place. Oliver felt helpless as he looked at Emma, his mind racing. He was pretty sure she had orchestrated this chaotic turn of events, but he couldn't figure out just how far she intended to take it.
The girls gave him a moment to process what was happening. Then, they yanked the blanket hard. Oliver leaped two feet into the air, let out a startled O in a high-pitched voice, and fell back onto the blanket.
His dress flew up in the air, revealing the layers of frills and lace. Let's<unk> throw her high into the sky, one of the girls said. "Please, no!
" Oliver shouted. But the girls snapped the blanket again, sending him soaring. This time he tried to land on his feet, but he misjudged and fell flat on his face, exposing his ruffled backside to the laughing girls.
They continued to toss him into the air again and again until the secrets of his dress with all its lace and frills were fully revealed. Oliver couldn't help but feel humbled as he was tossed around like a helpless doll. His pedicoots flapping, his bare legs kicking, and his curls bouncing with each spin.
Every time he landed awkwardly on the blanket, the girls threw him higher into the sky. When a group of girls dresses you as little B Peep and sends you flying into the air, time seems to slip away. Eventually, the mischievous girls grew tired and Oliver was allowed to set his black dancing shoes down onto the soft grass.
They didn't say anything, and if they knew his true gender, they didn't let on. Emma wished the girls good night and guided her dizzy ribboned bow peep back to the dorm. In a weak voice, Oliver muttered.
No fire. There was no fire, Emma grinned. It was just a prank to get you to try the blanket toss.
Don't pretend you didn't enjoy yourself. You had the biggest smile I've ever seen. I might have had some fun, but you you deceived me.
I outsmarted you, sweetie, Emma replied. and got you to try new things you never would have done. All Oliver wanted was to get his pants back.
As soon as we get upstairs, my sweet B peep," he said. "You'll get your pants. Don't worry," Emma reassured him.
"No more games. Just a nice bubble bath. Maybe some handholding.
No more tricks, Angel. At least not tonight. I love you.
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