Dormitory Fire Drill

With his head tucked down, he got a close look at his complete outfit for the first time. During the rush in the room, he had just followed Beverly's commands and pulled on the clothes. He was stunned to see he was covered in pink from head to toe. In addition to the fluffy and girlish slippers, the flimsy nightgown was a pale pink with a lacy champagne trim at the edges and along the side slits. The cotton sweatshirt was a deeper pink with a bunny appliqué on the front. Les couldn't see the panties. However, if the color was as feminine as the feel on his body, pink was a definite possibility.

If he'd seen Beverly in these clothes, he would have been attracted. Now, he just felt uncomfortable. Fully awake, he realized this was a very bad idea. He thought he should have taken his chances hiding in the room. He was determined to get through this and out of here as soon as possible.

In examining his feminine clothes, Les had lost focus on his surroundings. Now, Beverly tapped his shoulder and said, "Keep moving, Lisa. Don't be scared. It'll be all right."

A space had opened in front of him and he moved quickly to close the gap. The last thing he wanted to do was attract attention. When he caught up, he looked at Beverly and mouthed the question, "Lisa?"

She smiled and whispered, "I couldn't very well call you Les." He knew she was right, and marveled at her quick thinking under pressure. Her confidence and take charge attitude was one of her traits that attracted him.

Les felt as though everyone was staring at him. He furtively scanned the stairway to confirm his suspicions. All the girls seemed to be involved in their own thoughts. Some were plodding ahead half asleep. Fortunately, the coed right next to him seemed to be in that category. Others were chatting with their neighbors or bitching loudly about the slow pace.

Relaxing a little after seeing that no one was concerned with him, he looked at the girls more closely.