iGender Bender
Sam and Freddie make a bet and end up swapping genders to prove a point.
This one is a request, my first actually. I'll have to try real hard to keep this one rated T. To the anonymous requestor, I hope you enjoy.
"I'm Carly."
"And I'm Sam."
"So until next time."
"Kiss a walrus."
"Pet a hobo."
"Eat your ham."
"And be sure to come back next week for more iCarly."
Both girls waved to the camera until Freddie cut the feed.
"Annd we're clear." He announced. "Man, I can't wait to see our stats for tonight. I bet we blew the old record out of the water."
"Thanks, Freddie." Carly walked over to him and put her arm over his shoulder. That segment you put together with clips of messin' with Lewbert was awesome."
"Yeah, Fredbuns. You outdid yourself." Sam pulled him into a kiss.
"PDA!" Carly reminded them. "Save it for later."
Both stuck their tongues out at her.
A short while later downstairs, Spencer was busy in the kitchen making spaghetti tacos for the bunch and he was talking to Freddie who was at the kitchen counter looking at the computer.
"Did you hear back from any of your college applications yet, Freddo?" The artist asked.
"Yeah, I got an acceptance to Caltech and U-Dub, but I'm still waiting to hear from MIT. The guidance counselor says I'm a shoe-in but I'm still nervous about it."
"How about Sam?"
"She's still waiting to hear back from U-Dub, but she got word from UCLA, it sounds like she's on the short list. I hope she gets in there, that's why I even applied to Caltech, so we'd be close to each other."
"Ah, she'll make it to U-Dub." Spencer replied as he drained his spaghetti. "They never turn girls away."
"You mean you think just because a girl applies to University of Washington she's automatically accepted?" Carly asked, coming up behind Freddie.
"Sure." Spencer replied. "They give girls all the breaks."
Carly just shook her head at her brothers sexist remark and was surprised to hear Freddie state that he agreed. Just as they three were beginning to argue, Sam walked in the kitchen.
"Hey, don't start an argument without me."
"It wasn't me who started it." Carly informed her. "It was these two sexist pigs."
"Psh. Freddie a sexist." Sam smirked. "Yeah, right. Between his mom and me he's so whipped, he's anit-sexist." She ruffled his hair.
"Tell her what you said, Freddie." The brunette put her hands on her hips.
"All I meant was girls have it made. Guys have to work for everything, girls have it easy." Freddie tried to defend himself, but was met with a smack to the back of the head from his girlfriend.
"Since when, Fredlumps?" She asked. "Show me one time that a girl gets the easy road and I'll show you ten times that the man gets chiz handed to him."
"Well, let's see, in school it's extra credit and stuff, in the real world it's promotions and positions they aren't always qualified for."
"Since when have I ever gotten extra credit?"
"That's your own fault."
"Oh, yeah."
"Yeah."
As the foursome sat down to eat, it was obvious that the air wasn't yet cleared. Even after dinner when Spencer was cleaning up, the teens continued to bicker. Carly walked away, disgusted with the whole thing and got a drink from the refrigerator.
"Man, this is getting old." Spencer whispered. His sister just rolled her eyes, since he was the one who basically started it in the first place.
She returned to the living room to find her friends who had stopped arguing and were kissing on the couch. "PDA, you guys! We've talked about this."
"Hey, we're making up." Freddie informed her.
"I know Sam didn't admit she was wrong, so you must have." Carly said to Freddie.
"As if." He replied. "I won't say I'm wrong when I'm not, I just was tired of fighting with my girlfriend when I could be kissing her."
Sam immediately glared at him and backed away. "So you still think you're right, dipwad?"
The two again began their verbal barrage at one another. Spencer walked past them, mouthed a 'good luck' to his sister and went to his bedroom.
When she could take no more, Carly, went to the kitchen and pulled out an air horn. After a three second blast to quiet the bickering love birds, she made a suggestion. "If you two think the other gender has it easier, why don't you swap roles for a day and see for yourselves."
Sam glared at Freddie. Freddie glared at Sam. "What do you say, Fredwad, you up for a challenge?"
"You know what, Puckett, you're on."
"What are the stakes?" She asked. "How about dinner at the most expensive restaurant in town."
"Hah! You'll just steal the money to pay for it from my wallet. I know, the loser has to admit to being wrong on the web show." He suggested.
"That's not enough. How about the loser has to dress as the other gender for prom." She came back.
"Guys, wait, you're taking this a little too far." Carly panicked, but the two shook on it before she could stop them. "You don't really want to do something stupid for prom, you'll have to look at those pictures all your life. You guys?"
"OK, so we obviously can't do this at school or we'll end up having a 'talk' in the guidance counselor's office." Sam said.
"I'm more worried about a trip to the nurse's office if any of the football players see me dressed like a girl. I've already got a target on my back being in AV club, mathletics and being on student council. The only thing that saved me the last year and a half is the fact that I'm your boyfriend." Freddie frowned.
Sam nodded in agreement.
"Alright, so no cross dressing at school, but next Friday night, we go out on a date, me as a girl , you as a guy, and then we keep it up for a day. And whoever breaks character first loses." Freddie summed it up.
"Or admits he's full of wazz." Sam smirked. "But why don't we make it a real test? Not just one day, how about a full week, starting Friday, except for school." Sam suggested. "And, you still need to take me out on Friday night."
"If you're going to be the guy, won't you be taking me out?" He asked.
"Sure, as long as I can take the money out of your wallet. Now that we have all that settled, what do you say we go to your place to make out? Since we can't kiss in front of some people." Sam rolled her eyes toward Carly.
"Actually, my mom's out of town. She went to her sister's in Spokane to help her treat a plantar's wart or something." Freddie wiggled his eyebrows. "She won't be back till Sunday afternoon."
"Sleepover!" Sam shouted, and pulled him toward the door.
"Like we'll get any sleep." Freddie smirked.
"Gross." Carly cracked as they left the apartment, wrapped around each other.
The following week, Freddie recruited Carly to teach him to act like a girl in preparation for his date with Sam on Friday night. First, she taught him how to put on makeup and act feminine, like crossing his legs and walking like a lady, that part was pretty easy. She even insisted on him shaving his legs so he could wear stockings, something he objected to at first, but didn't mind so bad after it was done. He had a bit of trouble learning to walk in the heels she helped him pick out on Tuesday after school while Sam had detention. She even helped him to select a nice wig to complete his look. Fortunately, the two were similar in size and he was able to borrow some clothes from her.
Meanwhile, Sam was busy getting guy lessons from Gibby, a decision she soon regretted. Although he was a horrible teacher, he left her borrow a dress shirt which was way big on her, but she didn't mind, it's bagginess hid her boobs. She snagged a dressy hat from him and after putting her hair way up, wearing the fedora gave her the appearance of someone with much shorter hair. Removing her makeup and wearing sunglasses made her look a bit more masculine. Sam rummaged around at a thrift store Thursday after school and found a couple of pairs of jeans and some dress pants that fit her pretty good and a few other baggy shirts. After all, she couldn't wear anything too tight or her 'twin peaks' would give her gender away.
By the time Friday came, it was time for their date and the beginning of their switch week, both felt they had mastered the other gender, at least in appearance. Sam borrowed her mother's car and picked Freddie up for their date, like a typical boyfriend.
"You, um, look pretty good there, Fred-girl." She said as she walked into the Shay's apartment to find him waiting on the couch for her.
"Just call me Freda." He replied. He was wearing a light purple skirt and a white top, his legs were shaved and he wore very pale stockings and a pair of low heels. Completing his look was a black clutch purse he had borrowed from Carly.
Freddie stood up to hug his girlfriend. "Uh, Fredbag, are you wearing a padded bra?" She asked with a raise of her eyebrow after being pressed up against him.
"Yeah, the shirt just didn't look right without something up front." He replied, grabbing at his own 'chest'.
Sam responded with a quick squeeze as he is fond of doing to her. "You know, I don't see what you get in doing that to me."
"I want that bra back!" Carly shouted from the kitchen. "Without drool on it."
The couple entered an Italian restaurant and sat down at a small somewhat dimly lit table. Soon, a waitress appeared and told them about the daily specials and took their drink orders. What disturbed Freddie was that the young lady (who was not bad looking herself) kept constant eye contact with Sam.
"That was weird." He said after the girl walked away.
"It happens all the time." Sam replied. "Remember the other week at that diner we stopped at, I thought I was gonna have to butter sock that waitress who kept flirting with you."
"She wasn't flirting, she was just a fan of the show."
"Hmph." Sam replied, obviously not buying it.
Their food arrived and a bit later, the waitress appeared to offer them refills. She even put an extra lemon in Sam's iced tea, but Freddie, now dressed as Freda, got none.
When the waitress came to offer them dessert and kept calling Sam 'Sweetie' and acting all flirty.
"Um, excuse me miss, but are you seriously flirting with he, er I mean him, right here in front of me?"
"I was just being friendly." The girl defended.
"Well, you need to stop being so friendly before I ask to talk to your manager." Freddie informed her bluntly. "Sam, how about we stop for ice cream on the way home and skip dessert for now so we can get out of this joint.?"
"Sure, dear, whatever you say." Sam replied in a deep voice as she gave the waitress a handful of cash to pay the bill.
"Kind of made an ass out of yourself, didn't you there Fredwina?" She asked when the waitress walked away.
"Me?" He asked. "And it's Freda." He crossed his arms over his chest. "Besides, it's not like I threatened to butter sock her till her mother felt it. Like someone I know."
Their first cross dressed date ended with neither giving an inch that the other gender had an easier time in life. The only thing that they proved was some waitresses do flirt with their male customers.
Saturday afternoon it was time for a movie. Freddie figured that should be easier for them than the restaurant since it would be dark and neither of them would have to have any contact with other theater patrons. They got their tickets and Sam was getting her drink while Freddie held the popcorn and his own drink.
He was barely alone for ten seconds when a guy about Freddie's age approached, he was wearing a letterman jacket and looked like the kind that played every sport imaginable. Freddie didn't recognize him or his companions, so they must have been from a different school. 'Thank God.' Freddie said to himself. The next thing 'Freda' knew, this guy was hitting on him.
"You here by yourself?"
"Um, no, my gi-, er boyfriend is right over there."
Sam walked back to see Freddie making small talk with the jock. "Ready to see the movie, babe?" She asked, trying to sound very manly.
"Dude, what kind of guy lets his girl stand here alone?" The guy cracked to Sam.
"I was getting a drink, what's it to you?" Sam came right back.
"C'mon, Sam. Let's just go." Freddie suggested, already seeing this start to get out of hand.
"Why don't you get rid of this scrawny little loser and come hang out with me and my friends. We'll show you a good time, cutie."
Now Freddie knew he couldn't break his character or he'd lose the bet, but being hit on by a guy was almost too much for him to swallow. Fortunately for him before he could utter a sound, his girlfriend spoke up.
"Why don't you go piss up a rope." Sam got in the guy's face, even though he was a over a foot taller than her. She wouldn't back down from some bully as her natural, female self and she sure wasn't going to get pushed around as a male.
The jock looked like he was about to drag Sam outside, even though he didn't know this would be certain doom, when one of his friends came over and got him by the shoulder. As the two guys walked away, mumbling between themselves, Sam looked like she was going to go after them, but Freddie grabbed her arm.
"We'd better find our theater and sit down or we'll miss the previews."
"Can you believe that guy?" Sam asked as they made their way toward theater 9.
"Yeah, he was kind of a dick." Freddie said, taking Sam's hand.
I hope everyone like the start. I know we need to have them arguing, but I couldn't resist having them be all over each other either. Chapter 2 coming next week.