Troopers in Drag (PG-13)

“Two years ago, I would have told you that I had seen it all.” Nasuti couldn’t resist the laughter that bubbled up in her chest. “But DAMN, did you all have to try so hard?!” She doubled over as snickers turned into full-blow guffaws.

“Sweetheart, you ain’t helping,” Shuu muttered as he attempted to walk in the patent-leather spike heels. At least he made it to flopping on the couch in one piece, both ankles intact, and breathing heavy due to the smirking Shin who twirled the feather boa in the corner.

“Dare I even ask,” she observed the glitter makeup on the floor, the hosiery flung over the ceiling fan, man if she hadn’t known any better, she would have assumed that hanky-panky went on in this room.

“It’s better if you don’t,” fishnet-clad arms, was that faux fur on those cuffs, twined around her neck and hands glanced over her breasts.

Nasuti stiffened at the contact and at the effect the lowered voice growling in her ear had on her.

She wanted to growl herself as she felt hard vinyl crinkle against her back.

“Did I miss Bondage Night or are all of you auditioning for the Tokyo Player’s version of Rocky Horror?” The laughter returned as she spun in the embrace, coming face to face with a nearly unrecognizable Touma Hashiba.

A hand clapped over her face as she tipped her head back to scream.

“This will be the last time that we ever bet Seiji during a movie he loathes.” A pair of ballet boots hanging over the couch back and moving with their owner was all that was visible of what sounded like Ryou.

Curiousity keeled over in laughter as Nasuti made her way to the couch and looked over.

“Oh God,” she sighed through the lull as she saw the red-leather corset, complete with garters and the face that was once again unrecognizable.

Not to mention whoever applied his blusher was taking tips from awful manga. They almost had to be with the way the powder was in concentric circles high on his face.

“Where’s my camera,” she spun toward the door and face to face with the very satisfied Trooper of Korin. The mentioned camera hung from his neck as he fingered the rubber sides playfully.

“Ah, Nasuti, welcome home.” His greeting, while being his typical words upon her arrival, just looked so WRONG when looking at him.

“Camera.” She held her hand out for the device, only to see an envelope placed in her hand.

A rather thick envelope.

Of pictures, she saw, her eyes widening as the laughter that she had just calmed returned as giggles.

“This will be the last time I’m sat on to watch Rocky Horror Picture Show,” Seiji intoned as he looked at his humiliated brothers-in-arms. “Won’t it, gentlemen?”

“Yes, Master Seiji,” the four grumbled as pieces of lingerie were peeled off.

She was speechless.

So much for seeing it all.