Jack Dawkins One Shots

Britches

I woke to the bright morning light, turned over a little and sat up in bed, I yawned my body ached and stiff from last night, and the busy bustle of yesterday. I pushed myself out and adjusted the bed as I climbed out. I stretched my naked body feeling the sweet stretched sensation run over me, and I rubbed my eyes begining the search for my clothes. Unfortunately, most of what I found was not wearable, it was all soaked in the blood from yesterday's surgery, in no greater terms an utter disaster. But such is the issue when we actually let the Prof try and do anything remotely complicated. My dress was covered, as was my apron, the only things not completely wrecked were my undershirt and panties. Everything else was designed for a good long soak in the laundry. 

Unfortunately, that left me in a bit of a situation. All my clothes are wrecked,

I have to get them down to the laundry at least,

I don't have any clothes up here of my own, which really is foolish I should start keeping them here, 

But what am I to do? 

Not like I can go down to the laundry in the nude. 

All though I'm sure some in the hospital would be amused by it.

I sighed and threw my clothes over the chair to deal with in a moment, and I spotted out of the corner of my eye the large wooden wardrobe at the door of the bed. 

Well, it's worth a check maybe I have left some of my clothes here at some point or another. 

I pulled open the wooden doors seeing the various shelves and clothes littering them, I searched around but found nothing of my own. 

Well there goes that Idea then, 

but as soon as that one left another arrived as I saw the various clothes littered inside, well... I do need clothes. 

I slipped on my panties and my usual boots as my undershirt was alright too I slipped that on too buttoning the blouse shirt down the buttons that reached halfway down my chest, I then buttoned the sleeves at my elbows as I never bothered them any lower they'd only be wrecked by blood and... I don't want to think about what else, and out of the wardrobe I grabbed a pair of brown britches, the fabric once had a sort of plaid pattern in a darker brown but the wash and wear had left it almost unnoticeable. 

I pulled them out and gave them a dust off from the wardrobe before I slipped them on, strangely enough rather a fight to do so, given they were not sized, designed, cut or themed for a lady. Let alone a lady such as myself! 

Mostly due to the man who wears them being... well... as thin as a lamppost, and myself as thick as hospital leek soup. 

It was a fight to get them over my sizeable arse but I managed it. 

Even if now over my ass they didn't fit my waist. I buttoned them up as tightly as I could even if the waist was now under my breast.

I don't know why I assumed it wouldn't given he's so much taller than me. And it's not like he has them particularly low on himself. 

But I have to admit...

I look kinda good. 

Something defendant about it, something rebellious, something a little naughty. 

To look at how good I looked and be constantly reminded I could never be in public like this, 

I grabbed a pair of suspenders and clipped them to the britches in hopes of keeping them up giving them a firm snap on my shoulders.

"Owww..." I complained as the snap actually hurt! 

Oh. Now I feel bad about how much I do it to him. 

"What the Bloody Hell are you doing?" 

I gulped and turned my attention to the bed, where Jack lay looking at me with a messy bedhead and an unamused look. 

"Good Morning Jack," I smiled innocently,

"I repeat. What the Bloody hell are you doing?" 

"Getting dressed."

"Into my clothes!"

"... My clothes are dirty." I did my best innocent smile, 

"So you're gonna wear mine?"

"I'm going to borrow them. Just for a while."

"You really think you're gonna go out like that?"

"I don't see why not?" 

"I can think of a few reasons," he said as he sat up and he stared at me, 

"Don't you think I look nice Jack," I smiled as I moved to stand in front of him and I did a little twirl, He stared with a sly smile. He rested his hands on my hips and slowly turned me to look at me but stopped almost as soon as I faced away from him and just kept me there, "Jack?" I asked after a while, before I felt a firm smack on my ass "Jack!" 

"Ah ah ah I'm looking." He smirked before he wrapped his arms around me tightly and began kissing the small of my back, "Take them off."

"What?"

"Take them off. Now."

"I'm only borrowing them I'll give them back once I clean my dress"

"That wasn't a question. It was an order." He growled, "You take them off or I will."

"Excuse me?" I giggled but before I could say another word he forced me down on the bed "Ahh Jack!" I giggled, 

"This isn't up for debate darling." He glared, as he loomed over me. "I have to admit, you do look good." he smirked, "But there is also something kinda weird about you wearing them... like from the waist down... it just looks like you a very attractive man and, I don't know how I feel about that." He said before he began to undo them but he was struggling,

"Jack these are yours, how are you struggling to remove them?" I giggled,

"Becuase I'm normally wearing them!" He defended, "Strangely enough darling I don't have much experience removing trousers off someone else." 

"Jack you spent ten years in the Navy you cannot convince me you never once removed another man's pants."

"what are you implying." He glared 

"I'm implying you were sucking some D-"I began but he put a hand over my mouth 

"Alright, I was gonna be nice. Not anymore." He warns forcing me down on my stomach...