About Ain't Misbehavin'

by Syd McGinley
23 pages / 5600 words
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In this Felliverse story, Rinnie and Tommy are living with Dr. Fell's mentor, Dr. Pol Rønne. When Tommy takes too long getting ready to go home after a drag show, he and Rinnie have to put on a show of their own for Pol using Tommy's mardi gras beads in a most unusual way.

Originally published in Toy Box: Beads and The Complete Dr. Fell: The Boys of Fell.

Sample

Rinnie checked his watch anxiously. Of all the things he hated most, this was it: responsibility without power. He'd be in trouble with Dr. Rønne if they were late, but he had no real way of making Tommy hurry.

Tommy was still admiring himself in front of the dressing room mirror.

"Show is over, muxe."

"Oh, hush your mouth," said Tommy, and batted his long, beaded, fake eyelashes at Rinnie.

"They make you crazy?" asked Rinnie.

"Nah, they feel grand. Don't I look fab?"

"No. You look scary in drag. You freak me. And if we are not home by curfew, you know Sir will take away our extracurricular privileges. And I have to stay in that stupid Engineering club to compete in the contest. I get all my books for next year if we place."

Tommy preened some more into the mirror and ran the multiple strands of Mardi Gras beads he'd adorned himself with through his fingers.

"Aw, come on, Rin, this is the only time I've performed since I moved in with you two. Wasn't I good?"

Rinnie snorted. "That's not a real question! You want me to be all flatterer? You know you are good. You have the real hair! And the pretty voice." He paused, and then muttered, "Diva."

Tommy giggled. "Rin, don't be snarky. I'm just excited I was on a stage. You know it's what I was gonna do before I met Fell."

"Not like he stopped you," snapped Rinnie. "He saved you from fucking up, not yanked you off the stage."

Tommy bit his lip, then sighed as his MAC Hello Kitty "Nice Kitty" lipstick coated his front tooth. He started slapping on the cold cream.

"You revise your history," said Rinnie, and unzipped Tommy's blue, bugle bead-covered gown for him. "Hurry up. You know Fell Sir saved your ass and his friends paid for your associate's degree, and then let you come and live with Sir to do the costume design program instead of getting a job right away to pay them back. So stop bitching and get into guy clothes. I'm not losing my privileges because you go all drama queen."

Tommy stuck out his tongue and stood up to wriggle out of his dress. Rinnie turned his back and provoked a hoot of mirth from Tommy.

"I'm not a nekkid lady, Rin!"

"I hate to see you squashed all smooth. I have sympathetic balls."

Tommy rolled the pantyhose down over his hips. He wouldn't admit it to Rinnie, but tucking himself was no fun. He eased his cock and balls back to where they preferred to rest and gave them a consoling rub before sliding into his boxers.

"I have boy undies on, Rin, you can look now."