Another Xiaolin Showdown fic. Same drill as the other...I don't own Xiaolin Showdown, I loved the show and I am writing purely for enjoyment.

The pairing is Rai x Jack. Hope you don't hate it.


Dressing Up Jackie


Pale shoulders slumped briefly before being harshly corrected by an irate cosmetician/beauty consultant. Jack whined in protest until a harsh glare from a purple ghost silenced him.

The boy let out a scratchy whine of complaint.

"Quiet Jack!" An irate purple ghost screeched at him before a word could fall from Jack's lips.

The Man currently working on the boy's hair flinched pulling at the boy's already tender scalp Two mean looking robots stood by in case the man got any ideas about escaping before the job was finished.

"You expect me to turn this...THING...into a refined young woman?" He had questioned. Had he known whom he was speaking to he would have kept his mouth shut and seen the strange spirit and the pale boy... Was that thing a boy or girl? Well he hadn't been certain under the makeup. Honestly these kids and their ideas about makeup!

Unfortunately his "customers" did not take lightly to being scoffed at. One laser gun later and two hunks of floating metal later and he was in standing in a basement that looked to have been converted into a small factory.

He had little choice if he wanted to keep his head on his shoulders.

As for the teenager he had learned was a boy-when he tried to scrub the white face paint off it wouldn't come clean. It was then that he realized he was not dealing with makeup. Well the eyeliner came off thank goodness, his brows were filled in with pencil, but the garish red hair was dyed and the eyes. Well the eyes were just creepy. He realized he was working with an albino. He sighed. They really wanted to challenge him.

He didn't know, nor did he care, why this witch and weird goth kid wanted him to transform said goth kid into a pretty young woman. He just had to do it.

"Why do I have to do this again Wuya?" The boy complained and tried to slouch again. The beautician jerked on his hair at the roots to correct him. The kid screeched and tried to cover his head with his hands which were smacked away.

"Because I said you must, you insolent twerp!" The ghost growled in response to his complaint.

Jack glared and pouted at his reflection crossing his arms and once more tried to slump in the chair. Once again the man behind him tugged on his hair.

"Oooowww! Ok, ok, I get it. I'll hold still."

The man sniffed and turned his nose up. Jack rolled his eyes, but stayed put.

Without looking for the ghost who was doubtless snickering behind his back he spoke up, "Seriously Wuya...why not get Ashley to do this. One, she's a real girl; two, she'd probably kill for this spa day you forced me into; three, I can't pull this off; oh and did I mention I'm not a girl!" He ticked off on his fingers the reasons not to force him into this embarrassing situation.

Wuya snickered and floated over to get a better look.

"Actually Jackie," She emphasized the name, "You do fit the part. You are slender, delicate, weak...and without all that black gunk on your face you look rather pretty."

Jack glared at the Heylin witch with enough venom that were she mortal she might just have died.

"Besides," The purple entity admitted, "I do not trust that girl. You I trust."

Jack might have bought this if he had not already been betrayed by her on more than one occasion. So why was he doing this? Oh yeah right. He was still scared of her. Despite lacking a corporeal form she had to have enough dirt on him to black mail him into the next millennium. Besides he really couldn't see the two women working together. Ashley was headstrong and would doubtless insist on wearing her cat get-up. He supposed he could at least try to blend in.

He looked at himself and laughed. He would never blend in. Anywhere. Ever. He finally let a sigh go and allowed the man to comb his hair.

"This color, needs to go. I'll have to strip your hair and start from scratch," It was the first time the man had spoken since he had been abducted from his business. His words were clipped and terse, but the undertone of fear was there making the evil genius in him smirk.

Then one more time he sighed. He hated seeing his hair white.

"Can you at least make it another shade of red?" He asked hopefully.

"Perhaps if you can get the right shade of dye. Something you can touch up. Your roots are showing. How fast does your hair grow?" The man asked with a tremor in his voice.

"How should I know?" He shrugged his shoulders.

"Lets put it this way. How often do you color it?"

"I use a rinse," Jack answered sourly, "It washes out. I dont keep track of the rate my hair grows and I get it cut every couple months or so..."

"Fine," the man grunted and gestured in the air, "I suppose you have running water in this god forsaken place?"

"Uhhhh... yeah the bathroom..." Jack acknowledged.

"Well you are going to have to go take a shower. Wash all of that garbage off and come back when you're done." The cosmitician ordered haughtly. Then he added as an after thought, "And leave that ridiculous coat off...in fact I would prefer to see what kind of clothes you plan to wear for this charade."

"Clothes?" Jack squeaked.

"You have women's clothing? If you expect to look the part it is not enough to clean you up. We must put you into the right clothes!" The man flailed his arms angrily and everybody who was able to flinched.

"I'll take care of the clothes. Not to worry," The ghost started to ascend the stairs but stopped, "You jackbot! Come with me." The amorphous witch barked at one of the automatons. It hovered after her.

"Wuya what are you doing?" Jack called after her with a tremor in his voice. He was ignored.

"SHOWER NOW!" The hairdresser screeched at him. He froze for a second wanting to protest that this man was their hostage; he didn't give orders; when a hard bristle brush whizzed past his ear. The man glared coldly at him. Jack bolted for the bathroom.

The man placed his palm over his eyes. If he lived through this he was going to retire to some tropical island and watch scantily clad pool boys the rest of his days.


In the master suite, plush white carpet lined the floor. An antique oak bed with matching dresser and writting desk were arranged tastefully. Silk pillows lined the bed and the box window on the eastern wall. A Cream colored fur throw and satin bed sheets covered the huge bed. A jewelry box sporting impressive replicas of Ming dynasty jewelry (anything real was kept in a safe only taken out on the rare occasions Mr. and Mrs. Spicers went on outings. Both too busy with their own lives to to spend any of that time with each other, much less their only son Jack.

Wuya cackled as she raided the matron spicer's closet. She was fashionable, and being filthy rich she had a very large wardrobe to choose from. If she ever got her body back she was so going take that mauve silk gown. It looked her size. Unfortunatly for Jack his mother happened to be a statuesque bombshell. Though jack wasn't really short for his age he would not be able to wear most of these things (he lacked the hight and the curves to do the statly evening gowns any justice) there were a few more casual ensambles and even some mini dresses. Jack could wear something like that black A-line skirt to accuenate his slime figure, and a red blouse that matched (or nearly) the vibrant red of his hair dye. Perhaps he would feel better if he had some red and black in his outfit. There was a short leather jacket that looked like it might belong to a teenage girl rather than a 40-something heiress. The witch rolled her hidden eyes as she shuffled more and more through the clothes. She was starting to see where jack got his affinity for leather. When she found a hidden door in the back of the closet her greedy little mind decided to pry, or phase through the locked compartment. She stopped when she found a fetishist harness with stratigeicly placed silver rivets on the chest and a metal plate with a screw thread in the crotch. The ghost might have gaged if she had her physical body. So the woman liked her bondage. She retreated back into the luxorious bedroom. The ghost led the robot out holding the few selections for jack. They headed back downstairs.


...Jack came back into his lab wrapped in an over sized white towel one on his shoulders was stained with pink and grey from the remainder of his makeup and the rinse in his hair. His head sported a baby pink hue which mortified the pale teen to no ends, his face glowed a deeper rose pink as he returned to the hairdresser who was actually looking at the boy's body apraisingly.

"Not bad...I think you might just pull this off if you're careful," The older man would have been smirking at the boy. If he were not surrounded by murderous robots and a shrieking ghost he would have very much approved of this young man approaching him wearing just a terricloth towel and a blush. The boy only blinked and shivered. He glanced at one of his many robots then at the man and narrowed his eyes comunicating his displeasure at being oogled.

He cleared his throat and stepped aside so jack could sit.

"Much better...we can get that pink out or dye it strawberry blonde if you like. White hair and pale skin would look very exotic. Your eyes espically look much better with none of that excessive makeup on." He couldn't help himself, he was a flirt. He flattered all his costumers. Men and women alike. It got bigger tips and more product off his shelves. Here he hoped it would get him out unscathed.

Jack glared at his comments-and BLOND! He would not touch blond with a ten foot pole!

"No blond," He mumbled.

"Light red," The beautician corrected as he began running his fingers through the boy's damp locks, "Strawberry Blondes have light red hair. It can be very fetching." He sing-songed the last part as he grabbed a comb from a pocket in his crisp clean smock. He applied the tool much more gently now that he had less of a lump and more a block of moldable clay. Atractive young eye candy siting under him. This was the best part of his job and you could never really tell the diamond in the rough until you washed the grime off of it. Jack could be an interesting project and perhaps if he impressed him and this ghost woman he might find a repeat costumer. Seeing this vast labortory. The kid must have money.

"I don't want to be fetching," Jack crossed his arms and grumbled but maintained his straight posture; the painful lesson from earlier not forgotten.

"Actually that is exactly what we want," Wuya re-appeared followed by a jack-bot holding some of his mom's "casual" clothes. By casual he meant picking up younger men while his dad was out of town clothes.

The hairdresser began blowdrying the boy's hair Dry it was an eretheral soft pink. Jack looked disgusted but the man behind him ran his fingers through the silk hair and nodded.

"Go put those on," He nodded toward the things jack bot was holding.

"Hey, remember who's in charge here!" The boy growled.

"..." The hairdresser glared and produced an identicle brush to the one he threw earlier. Jack let out a squeek and tripped over himself to get at the garments. The man decided that the frightened look was quiet...fetching...like a little rabbit that just caught sight of a predator.

Whomever he was doing this for was a lucky man indeed. Though he didn't normally find crossdressers appealing he did like the idea of role playing, and if a boy was as cute as this one then he wouldn't mind having such a sweet peice of arm candy on his when he went out.


...Elswhere a dragon was rubbing his unbearably itchy scales against one of the rough stones that made up the temple walls.

"Its the Circlet of Hegan," Dogo announced to whomever could listen.

"What's it do?" Asked Kimiko with a girlish gleam. It was jewelry, she was a girl. She couldn't really resist the curosity.

"Its the ultimate defence..."


"...Created by a Heylin Witch who beleived in perfecting the art of evil pacifism," Wuya explained to the "girl" whom she was following out of the clothing store.

"Isn't that, like, impossible?"

"No it is actually very possible to be passive and evil at the same time. Chase Young has demonstrated many times this...if you ever stopped drooling over him for five seconds and observed his actions."

Jack blushed rather cutely, unintentially garnering the attention of some boys about his own age. "Still don't see how..."

"Pacifism is about a frame of mind. It is more of a nuteral element. It knows neither good nor evil," She spoke to the boy as if she were talking about a sentient entity rather than an abstract moral concept. "It only recognizes agressive and non-agressive thoughts and actions. Attempting to steal an object is an agressive act, but gently persuading, or in our case out right lying to, be given something is not agressive." Jack nodded though he looked clueless as before. Wuya suddenly noticed that they were not very alone as she would have liked. Jack was a natural at seduction it seemed. It didn't help that he actually looked better in his mothers almost too loose clothes than his normal threads.

Jack wore the black and red outfit Wuya picked out earlier; which surprisingly looked very good with his Light red ringlets. The skirt was too big and had been rolled up and cynche. The blouse was left untucked hanging out of the black leather shrug like jacket.

Surprising to Jack he felt not too uncomfortable. The little jacket actually felt ok and made him feel slightly more secure (but only slightly.) He was wearing his boots making him look a bit like a tomboy.

His makeup was a vast improvement over his normally garish look. He had his eyes done in a pale smoky shadow and slightly less thick liner under his eyes. His lashes made long and silky by the mascara he had gotten from their now freed hostage. Though he did have a sour look on his face after doing his least favorite activity, made worse because he was now shopping for girl's things. It was so embarassing not knowing what size bra to get and having to ask for help. And he refused to look at the frilly flimsy panties. He settled on boy shorts. Wuya warned that his gown would show the panty line. He finally gave in and found a simple black thong that looked like it might strangle his boys. He was so not looking forward to the possibility of a show down. It was going to be torture, just dressing like a girl, but if the Xiaolin Loosers ever got wind of this he could forget showing his face at another shen gong wu battle again.

"Shouldn't we be heading toward the Wu rather than wasting time shopping for girly clothes?" The dolled up jack asked in a shrill falsetto. They would have to work on that on the trip to the islands.

"This isn't any oridnary WU it wasn't created by the Xiaolin munks but by a powerful witch working for the side of evil. It was somehow stolen by the xiaolin wretches after she died, but the problem is the circrclet can't be taken by agression. It must be handed over. Trickery is not inherently agressive but stealing is."

"You said the xiaolin monks stole it..." Jack paused bitting his lower lip and chewing (though cute that was another thing she needed to work on before they arrived.) It must have been more than cute. As a couple of guys walked past "her," one stopped and openly gawked and his friend plowed into him as he craned his neck to look. Jack didn't notice though. Ok maybe she didn't need to correct this bad habbit...

They walked off leaving a few love struck guys in their wake. The hairdresser had proven useful. Jack had pocketed his card and released him even giving him a handsome payment with the promise of future service in case it was needed. 'Terry Blanche, cosmeticican/cosmetic supplier.'

The witch shook her head, "I don't know how they got the circlet, but it was intrusted to someone and has been passed down through the generations. While inactive it still seemed to have some of its magic. Though I had tracked it down before I was imprisoned I was not able to steal it back." Wuya hissed in anger. Who said the Xiaolin monks were truly on the side of good when they so easily took what had not been theirs.

There were lots of underhanded tactics used in the name of good that always made the witch wonder. Even her perdiciment. It might have been less cruel and wiser on Dashi's part to have just killed her instead of impriosening her for centuries, only for her to escape fruitlessly. Having no body and no power sucked royally.

Having a whiny little pissant as her minion was possibly even worse. Jack was so hopeless. Still as the ghost observed-Jack had actually fallen into this act of deception rather well. She might even have to make herself known before one of the small crowd of young men following became too bold and tried something on the pretty teenager.

"...But why wait until now?" Jack asked.

"The one responsible for bearing the circlet of hegan has died. The Wu became active because it is now 'up for grabs' so to speak."

"Anyway, how are we supposed to get the wu? Charm them out of it?" Jack asked sarcastically.

"Yes, actually," The witch replied with a smirk...


The flight on Dojo's back was actually quite pleasant. The air was warm and salty. They were heading over the southern pacific to a chain of Polynesian islands. Everybody had their favorite wu as well as an over night bag; because Master Fung had for some reason told them they would need the extra clothing, and something formal because they would be meeting with the Island's royalty. Raimundo was probably more excited than anyone-next to Rio this might be the second most perfect place in the world. A tropical island; with hot sand, warm water, fruity drinks and pretty girls. Everything he wanted out of life (if one forgot about goo zombies and saving the world). Needless to say the next few days would be like a vacation.

Dojo dipped low dragging his irritated belly along the surface of the ocean. The cool water soothed the itching for a while but his living cargo complained as they got splashed. He chuckled, "Sorry, but its burning. The water soothes the itching."

"If it'd help pardner," Clay offered, "We can git some calamine lotion when we land."

Dojo nodded quietly and rose into the air high as he sensed their destination peeking over the horizon, "There it is. That speck in the distance."


I hope that didn't suck too badly. Maybe I'll actually update it soon.