Make It So

We all felt the dance was coming to an end and made our exit. I think my friends did it as well, to stop anyone else in the school from trying to ask if they could cut in. Was it weird that I had kind of enjoyed this by the end? Not the enforced cross-dressing and the punishment from Kat, Carla and Rebecca, but that as a group we had this one moment where we all enjoyed ourselves without anything else hanging over us.

I piled into Michael's car and sat on the backseat with Carla. Lyndsay was up front in the passenger seat. Kat and Rebecca were going to follow us, although so far we hadn't really made any decision on what we were going to do for the rest of the evening.

“So where are we headed? “ Michael asked.

“I heard that a couple of people were suggesting going up to the lake,” Carla replied.

“That sounds more fun than some drunk house party,” Lyndsay added.

“Cool, the lake it is,” Carla confirmed

“I'm going dressed like this?” I asked, pointing out the rather obvious issue

“You get mud on my dress, and I really will rip them off.” Carla joked.

“Yeah, what are we doing about 'Cousin Helena'?” I groaned as I saw Michael do air quotes when he said 'Cousin Helena'

“Even if I get changed, we claimed I wasn't at the dance,” I said, further highlighting the issue.

“Take a longer route. We'll say we picked you up after you got back from the concert.” Lyndsay suggested.

“I was hardly going to wear a suit to the concert.” I snarked.

“I've got a change of clothes in the trunk. They should fit.” Michael advised.

I dreaded to think what Michael had in the trunk, but I thought it best not to further argue and point out any issues.

“We can either stop and find somewhere for you to two get changed, or you can do so in the backseat,” Lyndsay added.

Carla took a moment to consider it. At this point, I didn't really care that much about where I got changed.

“I'm not giving you guys a free show. If I catch any of you staring.” Carla warned.

Michael set off towards the lake. I looked out of the rear window to see Kat and Rebecca following us. I started stripping out of Carla's green prom dress. It took me some effort to wriggle out of it while in the confined space of a car's backseat. I decided it was wisest not to look around, but I could hear Carla undressing next to me. I smirked as I caught Lyndsay taking a sneaky glimpse in the rear view mirror, and he went back to staring out of the passenger side window. It was impossible not to notice the very attractive naked girl sitting next to me in the car. She was using one hand to cover her breasts and had both legs pressed together.

“Pass me my dress.” Carla requested.

I passed the dress over to her, and she handed me my suit. I sat there a bit uncertain on what to wear for the remainder of the trip. I had become weirdly more comfortable with being naked in front of my friends and decided to just put my underwear back on. I saw Michael take the turn off that took us to the lake. I could see there were a few other cars with a few other students I knew already gathered. We pulled up, and Michael retrieved the spare clothes he had mentioned earlier. I got passed a red and black jumpsuit, with a grey turtle-neck collar.

It took me a moment to work out what I had been passed. “Dude, is this your Picard cosplay outfit?

“I was at the convention last week and still had it in the trunk”, Michael explained.

At this point, I had already worn the prom dress of one of my female friends to one of our biggest school social events of the year and had danced with a guy while dressed as a girl, so why not go to the lake dressed in a Starfleet uniform. I started putting it on.

“Make it so.” Lynday joked.

I just glared at him.

“Resistance is futile.” Carla joked

Everyone looked at Carla in surprise at making a Star Trek joke. She took a moment before saying anything.

“Riker with a beard is really hot,” Carla admitted

The night continued to be one of the consistent surprises. Carla admitting to secretly being a Trekkie was not one I was expecting. The four of us exited the vehicle. Kat and Rebecca had already parked up and were already sat waiting nearby at a picnic table. The second time this evening I managed to surprise people with what I was wearing, both of them just looked at me like I had, at some point this evening, taken leave of my senses, they were probably right.

“You looked hotter in the dress,” Kat told me.

“Why is it strange I'm in agreement with you?” I replied

“You were a good sport about it,” Kat replied.

I was glad that Kat appeared to have softened and had possibly almost forgiven me for my snooping earlier. She smiled at me, and I liked it. I wish I could have gone to the dance with her under more normal circumstances, but the evening had still been fun.

Michael had come prepared and had bought a cooler full of beer. He handed one to each of us.

“A toast to our friend who was clearly the hottest girl at the dance tonight. And Greg's probably got some really confused feelings right now.” Lyndsay proposed.

I took a bow as they all gave me a round of applause for my performance. We all smashed cans of cheap beer together, which caused it to spray everywhere. Everyone laughed at tonight's events; the girls seemed to be notably less tense around me at this point. I was hoping I was forgiven at this stage.

“Kat, Rebecca and Carla all looked really good as well. Is it weird I thought Carla looked really hot in a suit?” Michael asked.

“I like this look. I might go the whole Frida Kahlo style next time.” Carla suggested.

“Is it weird that I think that would be even hotter?” Michael replied.

“I think you have some issues, dude,” Lynday commented

“Why are we all just standing around chatting? We should go skinny dipping.” Rebecca suggested.

“As I suspect, I would have to spend the entire time looking in the opposite direction after the last time I looked at the three of you naked,” I said out loud.

“Spoilsport. Plus you kind of deserved that.” Rebecca said back to me.

“You're right.” I agreed

Everyone else appeared to be in agreement with Rebecca's suggestion, though.