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Peabody's Improbable History
by Sourdough (sourdough999@yahoo.com)

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Peabody and Sherman visit T.E. Lawrence. (fantasy, cd, 
toon, humor)

***

Author Note: This story uses characters created for and 
owned by Jay Ward Productions and is unauthorized.

***

"Peabody here (dog genius), and this is my boy Sherman. 
Say hello, Sherman."

"Hello," said Sherman. "Where and when are we going 
today, Mr. Peabody?"

"Set the Wayback Machine for Cairo, Egypt and the year 
1916, Sherman. We're off to visit Lt. T. E. Lawrence of 
the British Royal Army." Sherman adjusted the controls 
and we stepped into the Wayback Machine (my own 
invention, by the way) and in less time than it takes 
to tell it we were standing outside Lieutenant 
Lawrence's personal quarters. I knocked on the door and 
a voice inside bade us enter. We were soon in the 
presence of the illustrious army officer.

"I say, chaps! How do I look?" Lt. Lawrence said. 
Sherman and I stood there aghast at what we saw.

"You look lovely," I finally ventured to say. "Are you 
on your way to a costume ball?" Standing in front of a 
full length mirror, Lt. Lawrence was attired in an 
Egyptian belly dancer costume. It looked really quite 
fetching on him.

"Well, no," Lt. Lawrence replied. "The higher-ups want 
me to organize the Arabs into a guerilla fighting force 
to go against those blighters, the Ottoman Turks. I 
figured this is the best way to attract those Arab 
blokes' attention before I can pitch the sale. Watch 
this." 

The British army officer turned the crank on a Victrola 
a few revolutions and set a record to playing a lively 
Middle Eastern dance tune. He struck a seductive pose 
and began to sway his hips and undulate his belly in 
time to the drum beat. I could tell he'd had a lot of 
practice and acquitted himself quite well in his 
performance. I thought about placing a protective paw 
over Sherman's eyes but his glasses were already fogged 
up so it was just as well. The lieutenant finished his 
dance routine with a dizzying whirl and a spectacular 
split. Sherman and I applauded appreciatively and threw 
coins of the local currency his way.

"That's not even my best material," said Lt. Lawrence 
as he rushed about picking up the coins. "Just watch 
those wankers flock to me."

"I'm sure you'll get all the attention you could 
possibly want," I replied, "but it's bound to be the 
wrong type of attention."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean you're more likely to wind up as a sheikh's 
harem girl rather than the leader of a guerilla force 
in a getup like that."

"That wouldn't be so bad," said Lawrence and his eyes 
took on a dreamy look. He then looked guiltily at me 
and cleared his throat. "I, uh, see what you mean. I 
guess I've wasted a lot of time and money on costumes 
and lessons."

"Not necessarily," I said in an effort to console him. 
"Perhaps you could do stag parties and smokers after 
you complete your main mission. In the meantime, why 
don't you consider wearing something a little more 
modest...and a little less feminine?" 

"Jolly good idea! I have just the thing," Lt. Lawrence 
cried and scurried behind a changing screen. In no time 
at all he reappeared in a completely different outfit.

"Gosh, Mr. Peabody," said Sherman. "The Arab fighters 
will never accept Lt. Lawrence as their leader if he 
dresses like that." 

"I tend to agree with you, Sherman," I replied. The 
costume was decidedly more modest but it was still 
meant as feminine wear. Lt. Lawrence was dressed in an 
Arab woman's burqa. A burqa is a loose enveloping 
garment that covers the face and body and is worn in 
public by Muslim women. The only uncovered portion 
allows for the wearer to see where she was walking.

"What's wrong now?" Lt. Lawrence complained. "This 
hides all my curves and that will make it all the 
harder for me to recruit men."

"You should dress like a man," Sherman suggested.

"That's the logical solution, Sherman," I said, "but 
not necessarily the correct one for Lt. Lawrence. It's 
obvious that our friend here has the need to express 
his feminine side."

"You understand me perfectly, Mr. Peabody," said 
Lawrence gratefully.

"Then what's the solution?" said Sherman. "This seems 
impossible to solve, Mr. Peabody."

"Not at all, Sherman," I replied. "I am, after all, a 
genius." I consulted my watch. "We shall have to hurry 
though. I believe the malls close early today." I 
persuaded Lt. Lawrence to put on his military uniform 
and we hailed a cab which took us to the Three Pharaohs 
Mall overlooking the Nile River. Just before entering 
the local Victoria's Secret, I sent Sherman on another 
errand. Before long, Lt. Lawrence was standing before 
the dressing room mirror in a lavender bra with 
matching panties and garter belt as well as silk 
stockings and stiletto pumps. He looked quite pleased.

"The thong takes a little getting used to, but I simply 
love it," said Lawrence.

"Here's the other stuff you wanted, Mr. Peabody. 
Wowee!" Sherman exclaimed once he got a load of our 
British friend.

"Steady there, Sherman," I warned. Lt. Lawrence merely 
grinned and wiggled his hips at Sherman. "Now Lt. 
Lawrence, I have a few accessories for you to try on." 
In another few minutes he looked like a fierce Bedouin 
warrior.

"But now no one will be able to tell I'm wearing these 
lovely things underneath," Lawrence complained.

"Exactly," I said. "Victoria has her secret and now you 
have yours." Lt. Lawrence nodded with understanding.

"I shall always remain grateful to you, Mr. Peabody," 
the British officer said. We last saw him riding 
camelback into the Sinai desert intent on his mission.

"Lt. Lawrence was successful in his mission, wasn't he, 
Mr. Peabody?"

"He was very successful, Sherman. His forces harassed 
Turkish troops and captured the port of Aqaba. This 
allowed British troops to land there and surround the 
Turks. Ultimately the Turks were driven out of Arab 
lands. It spelled the end of the Ottoman Empire. He 
rose to the rank of lieutenant colonel." 

"What happened after the war?"

"Col. Lawrence returned to England to great acclaim and 
numerous honors. He also wrote a bestselling book based 
on his experiences called "The Seven Pillars of 
Wisdom." Alas, he grew weary of his fame in England and 
returned to his beloved Arabia where he opened an 
upscale butcher's shop selling prime cuts of meat to 
oil-rich Sheikhs."

"I never heard that. What was it called?"

"Surely, Sherman, you've heard of... Loins of Arabia?"

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
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