Renee was the quintessential tomboy. She was the girl who would choose baggy shorts over skirts, gym shoes over heels, and hoodies over blouses. Her short, shoulder-length hair perfectly framed her independent, no-nonsense spirit. So it was incredibly annoying that her boyfriend, bless his insistent heart, kept bugging her to wear more feminine things. He would pester her constantly, asking her to don a dress, a skirt, or to parade around in heels and stockings.
She always said no, but the ceaseless requests eventually wore her down.
"Fine," she finally conceded one afternoon, throwing up her hands. "If it will shut you up, then I will wear something girly. But I get to pie you in the face."
Renee had hoped the threat of a creamy assault would be enough to make him backtrack. But no, he just grinned and agreed instantly. The terms of the deal were set: she picked the pies, and he picked the outfit.
Renee went to the store and bought large, ready-made pie crusts in deep aluminum tins and several cans of cheap shaving cream. He, in turn, ordered a black-and-white maid outfit complete with crisp white stockings and black Mary Jane heels with ankle straps.
The next day, as he mixed the shaving cream "filling" in the kitchen, Renee reluctantly got dressed. Walking out of their bedroom, she couldn't help but feel utterly ridiculous. She looked like she had just finished a double shift at a quirky maid café. The sound of the small heels clicking on the hardwood floor was already grating on her nerves.
She tracked the noise to the bathroom where her boyfriend was waiting. He was sitting down in the bathtub, wearing only his boxers. Several large, fluffy shaving cream pies sat balanced on the edge of the tub.
"Do you like it?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she curtsied mockingly.
Her boyfriend just looked up, lifted her skirt playfully, and gave her a wide smile. She slapped his hand away and playfully called him a pervert.
Renee picked up one of the large, crust-topped pies and looked him straight in the face. Placing her free hand on the back of his wet head, she smiled--a genuine, slightly wicked smile. "Hope seeing me dressed as a maid was worth it."
She then slowly, deliberately, smushed the entire large pie into his face.
Shaving cream immediately oozed down his neck, covering his chest and shoulders in a sticky, white mess. She pulled the tin away. His face was completely buried in inches of frothy shaving cream and broken crust shards.
She picked up another pie and continued her assault. She pied him over and over again, giggling with every splat, until he was utterly unrecognizable, a sculpture of white cream and flaky pastry.
"You know, this was actually fun," she said, delivering the final pie. She didn't just smash it; she smushed it deep, grinding the crust into his nose. She then left the empty pie tin resting perfectly on his face.
Walking out of the bathroom, she called over her shoulder, "I am going to change into something more comfortable!"
As the clicking of the heels faded, Renee couldn't help but think about doing it again--the ridiculousness of the outfit was almost worth the sheer satisfaction of the messy revenge.
Her boyfriend, still sitting in the tub, blinded by the cream but absolutely delighted, couldn't help but laugh. It was a great trade. Maybe, just maybe, next time he could convince her to wear some sexy lingerie.
Would you like me to write a short epilogue about what happens next, or a prequel about how they came up with the idea?