Disclaimer: I do not own the Twilight series. Stephenie Meyer does. However, what little plot there is here is all mine.
This story is dedicated to my friend Katie, for her birthday. Happy 14th Birthday, Katie! Love ya!
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Jazzy's Personal Stylist
"Oh, Jaaaaaaaaaaaaasper! Where are you?" Alice yelled. Up in his room, his eyes widened. She'd found him... "Jasper! Are you in your room?"
Jasper looked from the door to the window and back again as he heard Alice running up the stairs at vampire speed. Stay or go? he asked himself.
Stay, his nicer side said.
Go, said his meaner side.
He had aproxomately .008 seconds to make a descision.
She was running down the hall to his bedroom. Oh crap, he thought. Oh crap. Oh crap. Oh CRAP.
She was at the door, and suddenly he couldn't take it anymore. With swiftness that could rival even Edward's, he sprinted to the open window and jumped through it.
He was running before he'd even hit the ground.
It wasn't like his didn't love Alice. He did. She was beautiful, and smart, and funny. It was just that...
She was a tad bit scary.
It all started when she'd told him that the color green looked nice on him, and that she had a dress that would just look fabulous with his hair and skin complection.
She'd made him try it on, and then got him five more just like it, in the meantime disposing od all his formal wear.
Then all of his pants were skirts and his button up shirts were lacey and sleeveless. And his shoes, his shiney, black shoes, had 3 inch heels.
She was completely insain.
At the moment he was wearing a teal sequin t-shirt, black caprees, and black leather books.
He looked completely gay.
Alice was his personal stylist.
Alice made him into a crossdresser.
Alice would make his heart stop in fear if it still beat.
After running fora while he jumped back into his room only to be scared out of his skin by Alice sitting on his bed holding...
A thong.
"Alice. No," he growled.
"Oh, you'll be wearing it soon. I should know." She smiled knowingly, put the thong down on his bed, and skipped out of the room, shutting the door behind her.
Jasper just stared at the door for a few minutes and then began tearing through his drawrs.
"Please, please, please," he muttered. "Please."
But it was in vain, because there wasn't a hint of boxers in his drawrs. Only small bits of fabric identified as womans' thongs.
"Oh, God..." Jasper groaned, as he fell to the floor, his head in his hands.
Then he jumped up and pulled the elastic of his pants away from his skin and nearly screamed with what he saw.
He was not wearing boxers.
"ALICE!" he yelled.
Downstairs, Edward burst out laughing, earning weird looks from Bella, Emmett, Rosalie, Carlisle, and Esme.
Jasper did scream then. "STOP READING MY MIND!"
Up in her room, Alice smirked in satisfaction. "Just another makeover from Jazzy's personal stylist!"
END