Gigi Sinclair

"God, it's been a while since I squeezed into this thing." Sucking in his stomach, Trip yanked the white sundress over his hips and hooked the straps over his shoulders. "Wanna zip me up, Malcolm?"

Tightening his tie, Malcolm went over and pulled up the zipper, a task which took all of his considerable strength and tactical ability. When the mission had been accomplished, Malcolm collapsed, panting, onto the bed. "Might want to cut down on the pecan pie, Trip."

"Ha ha. Remind me why I gotta be Janet, would you? I am taller than you."

"And I have no desire whatsoever to go to this bloody ridiculous thing. I'm sure as hell not going in a dress."

"I think you'd look cute."

"Forget it." Malcolm pushed his plastic-rimmed, lense-less glasses up his nose and Trip had to admit, he looked pretty cute like that, too. "I swear, if this gets the slightest bit…weird…"

"It's not weird. It's fun." Trip arranged his red wig, borrowed from Ensign Andersen in the armoury, and shoved his feet into his size-12 white sandals, heedless of the fact that it was after Labour Day. "You'll love it, Malcolm. Promise." He was particularly looking forward to Malcolm's reaction when he saw their esteemed captain.

Although the morale committee had seemed eager enough when Trip pitched the idea of a Rocky Horror night, he had worried the rest of the crew might not be so enthusiastic. He'd been wrong. They had all jumped on the idea. Even T'Pol, while declining to attend the party, had remarked that ritual outfits for audience members were an important part of certain Vulcan theatrical styles.

"This is great!" Hoshi in her skimpy yet sparkly Columbia costume, came up to them, dragging Travis, in full leather Eddie, behind her. Trip felt Malcolm stiffen beside him as Travis whistled and ran a none-too-subtle eye up and down the commander.

"Hey, Commander, do those legs go all the way up?"

"Watch it, Ensign." Malcolm growled in a possessive manner Trip hadn't heard before, but which he was sure he could get used to.

Grinning, Travis held up his hands. "No offence, Malcolm. Or did you want me to call you Brad?"

Before Malcolm could break character and lay Travis out flat, Trip noticed Jon joining the party, not as flamboyantly as Trip had expected.

"What happened to your costume, Cap'n?"

Jon looked up from the wheelchair, carefully stencilled on both sides with 'Sickbay NX-01', and straightened the antique pens in his jacket pocket. Porthos, in a studded leather collar, sat on the tartan blanket covering Jon's lap.

"I'm wearing it. Dr. Scott."

"But you're usually…"

Jon grinned. "Dr. Phlox was very keen to participate in this human ritual."

Trip stared in horrified shock. "You don't mean…"

"Let us engage the temporal warp once more!"

The sight of Phlox in fishnet stockings, suspenders and corset should have been enough to put Trip off sex—not to mention food—for life. But as the movie started and Malcolm slowly began to relax, Trip found himself getting turned on. It wasn't often that Malcolm enjoyed himself in public, and Trip certainly hadn't expected him to enjoy this. Not to the point where he was throwing toast at the screen and openly mocking hundred-and-fifty-year-old end credits. By the time the movie was over, Trip was very eager to get home, and not only because his dress was cutting off the circulation to the lower half of his body and the wig was itching like hell.

The entire costume was history the moment Trip entered his quarters. He'd known there was a reason he didn't do drag more often. When he was finally comfortable again, he collapsed on the bed, pulling Malcolm down by his tie.

"I can make you a man," he promised quotationally, although from what he could see, Malcolm was already halfway there.

Malcolm laughed as he landed on top of his lover. "Dammit, Janet."

Trip removed the tie with one hand and the glasses with the other and dropped both on the floor, hoping he didn't step on them in the morning. "Touch-a touch-a touch-a touch me."

Malcolm complied, quite willingly, Trip was pleased to note. As he got to work on his chest, Trip had to ask:

"So, darlin', does this mean you'll be up for the sing-along 'Sound of Music'?" He had a von Trapp uniform he had the feeling Malcolm would like.

"I don't know." Malcolm looked up. "Could I be Maria?"

"If you get to Jon before Phlox does. He had that costume professionally made in San Francisco."

"In that case," Malcolm winked and lowered his head. "Let me show you a few of my favourite things."