Disclaimer:I don't own X-Men:Evolution, just myself (Called Molly Callum in 'fics.)
and any original characters/background characters that might pop up from time to time.

The next morning, everyone woke up a little later then normal after the late night emergency. Remy walked bleary-eyed around the kitchen and made himself some toast. He was trying very, very hard to convince himself that last night was a dream and that next week he would not find himself in a dress trying to get information from Magneto.

His illusion of security was shattered when Molly and Amara walked in, dressed and looking chipper. Molly had a tape measure in her hand...and Amara was holding a make up bag. Oh God, no.
"No!" Remy lept up like he'd seen a snake, quickly backing away as he waved his hands around, "No, no, no! You crazy femmes better stay away from me with that stuff!"

"After breakfast we're going to have to figure out what make up to put on you and measure you," Molly said like Remy hadn't protested.

"Measure me? For...?" He asked as he sat back down, even though he knew he wasn't going to like the answer.

"Unfortunately, women have breasts, so to imitate that particular body part, you and Scott are going to have to wear bras," Molly calmly explained.

"This just gets worse and worse," Remy threw his hands up, "What else do I have to wear? One of those maxi pad things? A thong? Earrings?"

"I didn't think of earrings," Molly looked at Amara.

Remy sat back down and put his head down on the table, banging a fist against the table in frustration first, once, then several times after that.
"BANG!...BANG!BANG!BANG!BANG!BANG!BANG!...BANG!BANG!"

After a moment he looked back up. "You're not just making all this up as some big practical joke, right? There really _is_ going to be a country club opening? Magneto is most likely going to be there? You girls aren't going to just dress us up and take pictures to post online?"

"Remy, jeez! Would I really wake everyone up at three in the morning just to pull off a practical joke?" Molly said, "It's for the professor. Everyone is messed up over it and this might be our only shot at getting him back, so act like a man and put on the stupid dress okay!"

Well, when she put it that way, maybe it was a good idea to stop whining and suck it up. "Sorry," Remy stood up and hugged her tight, "I didn't think of it that way. It's just so weird. Not even weird, it's just not right. I don't think any superheroes in the movies have to do stuff like this."

"Congratulations on being the first," Amara smiled.

"Alright, let's get this over with. How do you, uh, go about measuring me?" Remy asked.

Molly instructed him to just put his arms over his head.
Would you like to frisk me too, Cherie?" Remy smiled.

"You're hilarious, you know that?" Molly glared, "Just, ah, don't breathe in. Stand naturally," Molly quickly measured underneath his pectorals. "44 inches. You're going to be very...curvy."

Amara giggled, then snapped her fingers, "Oh hey. I just thought of something really important. It's not going to be enough that they look like women, they're going to have to act like it too."

"I really did not think of that," Molly said, putting the tape measure into her pants pocket, "We're going to have a long week ahead of us."

"...Bras don't hurt, right?" Remy asked, clueless.

After they'd selected make-up colors for the boys, the girls took them both to the mall for clothes.

"Uh, what are we going to say when we get there? Men buying women's clothes is going to look weird. People are bound to notice," Scott said.

"The truth," Molly said, "That we're going to a party and you two are dressing up as very convincing looking women."

"Sneaky, Cherie," Remy smirked.

"Not sneaky, just keeping our private business private," Molly said.

They arrived and went to the first store with womens clothes that they came across. It really wasn't the time to worry about which store had the cutest clothes or anything. The boys just had to look decent, but fancy enough for a famous opening.

"We're going to need dresses, shoes, pantyhose, bras, and a couple wigs.-Oh, and, ah, you two are going to need to get waxed," Molly said.

"Excuse me?" Scott said.

"Most girls don't usually go around with bushy eyebrows. Plus we're trying to make you guys look as close to knock-outs as we can so you don't scare away the target, so you're just going to have to grin and bear it," Amara said.

They quickly found the right bras for them to wear, but pantyhose we're a nightmare to find. "I don't know!" Amara looked frustrated, "Maybe we should just buy them both queen size and hope for the best."

"Hang on, hang on," Molly picked up a box of hosiery and checked the back. The boys we're both the same height and we're pretty much the same weight. Molly got them each two different sizes, just in case.

Next they looked at shoes. Flats were perfect since they didn't plan on trying to spend the week forcing them to practice walking in heels. Plus they were already going to be huge as girls, so the extra inches really weren't necessary. Molly could only hope that Magneto was into very masculine looking women. Since the store didn't carry wigs, they looked at dresses last.

"Pink is _not_ your color, Scott," Amara tore the dress from Scotts hands.

"Remy, that print is hideous, put it back!" Molly shrieked.

"Scott, yellow doesn't go with green!"

"Remy, you can't mix a print with a print, I thought you knew that."

"That's too busy!"

"That dress makes me want to puke!"

"Alright already!" Scott shouted, "If we're not doing it right, then _YOU_ pick out our dresses!"

"Okay," Amara shrugged, "I guess we've got all day."

The girls went to work and within the hour had picked out several dresses for them to try on. "We have to try them on? _All_ of them?" Remy stared at the large stack he was handed.
It was at least 15 dresses in a big variety of colors and styles.

"It's a big party, it's going to be on tv and when girls go shopping, they actually try the clothes on before they buy them," Molly said.

"We have to know how it looks on you. You can't just walk out of the store in anything," Amara explained.

Scowling, the two of them went to the men's dressing room, quickly explaining that it was for a party. The salesman didn't really care, he looked like he was ready to call it a day.
Maybe he had seen stranger things in his time.

It took some time, but eventually they settled on just the right dresses. Both loose and flowy so as not to show off their muscular arms, plus they went down to the ankles to hide their hairy, manly legs.

"I _don't_ feel pretty," Remy grumped, looking at himself in the mirrior.

"Alright," Amara smiled, "Let's go find some wigs."