A/N: This is just a taster, up now to see what kind of feedback it generates. Since this is my Christmas fic, the remainder (Chapters 1 onwards) shall be published sometime in December around Christmas. Thank you for taking your time to read this and I hope you enjoy it. Please not I have not, do not and will not be Satoshi Tajiri in any way shape or form, so that means I don't own Pokémon, no matter how many times I wish to.
Pallet Party Panic
A week until Christmas, the Pallet Girl Scouts host a girls-only sleepover, for any who wish to attend. After developing a crush on their leader, Brock sends Ash, Drew and Gary to infiltrate the party whilst dressed as girls.
Prologue
Here Come the Girls
Ash grunted in pain as a blonde wig was forcefully shoved on his head. He could see Drew in the mirror, slouched against the wall with a prominent sneer etched onto his make-up covered face.
"Urrgh Brock," Gary moaned, while the breeder clumsily dusted his cheeks with blusher. "I don't see why I have to do your dirty work."
"I'm too old!" Brock said cheerfully, smirking at Gary's displeasure.
"But I am too! This is an insult to my manhood!" he protested furiously.
Brock smirked. "Gary, you don't have much manhood yet," he said in a hushed, sly tone. Ash and Drew sniggered as Gary went redder than the blusher that stained his cheeks.
"Besides," he added. "Wouldn't you love to find out what the girls say about you behind you backs?" With this comment, Ash joined Gary in his attempt to look like a tomato, while Drew tried to maintain an air of superiority, difficult in his current attire.
"Finished!" Tracey exclaimed as he fixed one last hair on Ash's head. He stepped back to admire his handiwork with a grin.
"You look beautiful Ash," he said.
"I don't know whether to be disturbed by that comment, or insulted," Ash muttered darkly. Drew sighed heavily and pulled up his tights, inevitably his denim skirt rose up; making him growl in frustration and pull it down, which brought his tights down too. He frowned and tried to pull up the tights with one hand, and the skirt down with another, but failed miserably.
"Grr, these stupid tights won't stay up!" he muttered, then blanched slightly and shook his head. "I can't believe how wrong that just sounded."
"I think it's really quite amusing," Tracey mused, pointing at the scowling Drew and Gary. "You two are supposed to have quite the reputation with the ladies, and yet here you are in drag."
"Hey, what about me!" Ash whined whilst twiddling a lock of hair around his fingers absent-mindedly.
"Ash, you've being travelling with Brock for too long, girls see him and run for the hills," Gary explained quietly, out of Brock's earshot. "Which is why," he added, in a louder tone. "This mission is going to fail completely."
"It will not fail if you do it correctly," Brock told them sternly, whilst fussing with Gary's mascara. "All you have to do is act like girls for one night; how hard can that be?"
"Indeed," Tracey agreed. Ash sank lower in his chair, feeling defeated, whilst Drew scoffed incredulously at Brock's comment,
"How hard can that be?" Gary mimicked in a high voice.
"Perfect!" Brock congratulated. "You've got the voice already!"
Gary scowled, "You're gonna pay for this big-time Brock-o. Big-time."
