chapter 3
Back at Bushwell, Carly went into her apartment, still completely wazzed off at her friends for messing up her date with the bad boy Kevin. Sam and Freddie went into his apartment, hoping she'd forgive them and send a text or something. Fortunately, his mother wasn't home at the moment. They took a seat on the couch and set about to kissing like they always did when they found themselves alone.
"Do you think Carly's right?" He asked, when they took a break to breathe. "I mean, tomorrow's the end of the challenge. We really didn't prove anything, did we?"
"Psh. I don't care about the challenge." Sam came back as Freddie laid his head on her shoulder. "I'm enjoying myself."
"You know, I'm kinda having fun, too. Well, except for the whole getting hit on by strange guys thing." He confessed.
Sam laughed. "Hey, you're hot. I mean, I can see why they hit on you, just look at yourself." Sam pulled out her phone and snapped a picture to show him.
"Hmm, I guess. God, I didn't realize how busty I am though. Must be the new bra." He looked between the phone and his chest. "Man, if I saw a girl with a rack like this, I guess I'd, I'd, I'd . . . um, think that she, uh, had a great personality." Freddie changed what he was going to say as Sam gave him a dirty look.
After a few more kisses, Sam took the opportunity to feel him up. "I still don't see what guys get out of doing that to girls. I mean, what's it prove. I've had boobs since I hit eleven and I never could understand why guys find them so damn fascinating. I mean, they're just round blobs of flesh with nipples on them."
"Uh-huh, that's it." He responded to her eyebrow raise. "I'll show you what I get out of feeling boobs." He ran his hand under her shirt. Instead of a handful of silky, bra covered sweater meat, he ran into an elastic sports bandage stretched around her body. "That certainly doesn't feel comfortable." He said.
"It's not!" Sam pulled up her shirt tail and began to unwrap herself. "Time to free the twins, wanna help?"
"You have to ask?" Just as she was taking the last of the bandaging off, Marissa walked in on them.
"Freddie-bear? Samantha? What the yuck?" She covered her eyes, dropping her purse on the floor.
"Sorry, Marissa. Just had to get rid of this thing." Sam unabashedly held up the long strip of elastic and pulled her shirt tail down with the other hand.
"Well, I'm certainly glad I got home when I did. I don't need you two playing doctor on my sofa. I think it's time for you to leave, young lady." She uncovered her eyes and glared daggers at Sam. "Wha - why, why are you wearing a skirt, Freddie? And do you have ti-, um, breasts?" Marissa was not only mortified, but confused at her son's appearance. He was just glad he took off the wig.
"I'm going to Carly's to change. See ya tomorrow, Fredbutt." Sam pecked his lips and headed for the door, leaving him to explain things to his mother. "Love ya."
"Love you too, Sammy." He replied and turned to face his mother who was now looking very angry.
"I, I can explain the skirt, mom. It, it was a . . . for, um, . . . a bit on iCarly?" Freddie said, but the explanation came out more question than answer.
"I'm not upset about the skirt, Freddie. You need to experiment and find your own identity, but if you're going to cross-dress, you should really not pad the bra so hard, especially with such a short skirt, you look like a slut." Marissa stated.
"I realize your teenage hormones are running rampant at this time in your life and Sam is an attractive young woman, but I just need you to promise me that if you're going to be messing around with her, that you're being careful. You don't need to ruin your future by bringing an unwanted child into the world."
"Oh, God, mom." He couldn't believe what she said. "And, yes, I promise to be careful." More than he was appalled by her last statement, Freddie was really confused at his mother's reaction to his apparel. He couldn't believe she wasn't totally freaking out and went to his room to change. He looked at himself in the mirror once again after putting on his wig. "I guess I do make a pretty convincing girl." He said to himself.
Two weeks later, the girls were shopping for their prom dresses or rather Carly was shopping and Sam was complaining about spending her Sunday afternoon hopping from store to store in search of the 'perfect' dress.
"Why are you making me do this again, prom isn't for 3 more weeks?" Sam whined. "And can't we soon eat, I'm starving."
"Guess that whole bucket of fried chicken didn't go too far, huh?" Carly smirked at her friend.
After another hour, Carly found her dress and paid for it but Sam was still indifferent to the whole thing. She had tried on eight dresses Carly had chosen for her, not without complaint, but none really suited her.
"Honestly, Sam. You need to get serious about getting your dress. The selection is getting picked out and if you don't find your dress this weekend, we'll have to cut our accessory shopping short next weekend so you can look again. I want to get the perfect purse and shoes, don't you?" Sam just rolled her eyes.
"Oh, Man. Wait. You're still thinking Freddie is going to lose your stupid bet and he'll have to wear a dress, aren't you?"
"OK, first of all the bet isn't stupid but I don't really care about the whole thing anymore. I just kind of think wearing a tux would be easier."
"So why don't you concede and then wear the tux?" Carly asked even though she thought it would be ridiculous for Sam to do so.
"Hmph, and give the nub the satisfaction of the win. Not happening, Carls. I might love him, but I do not quit a challenge."
"C'mon, Sam. You can't be serious." Carly suggested. "You don't really want to go to prom dressed as a guy."
"Honestly. I think it would be easier to simply get fit for a suit than to ferret out the perfect dress, shoes, purse and all that chiz."
Carly couldn't believe her ears. Why would any girl, even if she wasn't a girly girl, want to be remembered for wearing a tux to the prom. In her mind, this was beyond messed up. After all, it's not like Sam was a lesbian or anything. The brunette just couldn't wrap her head around her friend's thought process.
The two girls returned home to find Freddie in the studio working on some tweaks to the website. He wasn't dressed up, he was wearing sweats and an old t-shirt, but he had on his Freda wig and after a hug, Sam determined that he was wearing his padded bra, too. Although he claimed he was wearing it just to get used to the feel of a larger sized chest, deep down inside he really did enjoy dressing as a girl.
Carly came into the studio to find Sam feeling him up again. "I just don't see what guys get out of doing that?" The blonde wandered as Carly rolled her eyes at the two and their PDA. "Hey, Carly, come here, give this a try, tell me what anyone could possibly get out of doing this to another person."
Carly thought it was a joke and grabbed a handful of Freddie's stuffed chest. "Not bad, Freddie. Wish I had a chest like that." Carly smirked and squeezed him again, this time with both hands.
"You mean you like feeling boobs?" Sam raised an eyebrow. "Never thought you were like that Carls, but whatever floats your boat."
"Well, not that I'm attracted to big boobed girls or anything. After all, I've never felt you up, but you've gotta admit he's got a nice set." Carly touched him again.
"Alright, Shay stop groping my boyfriend." Sam swatted her hand away. "Find your own girl to feel up."
After the two went back over to Freddie's place, Sam told him about her thoughts for the prom and how she thought they should dress in their opposite genders for the dance.
"We can't, Sam." He whined. "As much as I enjoy dressing like a girl. We can't cross dress for prom."
"Why the hell not. It's not the eighties anymore. Lots of people cross dress, singers, celebrities, I'm not suggesting a sex change or anything, just that we dress to be comfortable. It's our senior prom for Pete's sake."
Freddie thought about it for a minute. "We'll have to try it out at school, you know, just to make sure it's cool, and no one tries to shove me in a locker or anything." He suggested.
"They do and they'll have me to deal with." Sam pulled his head into her shoulder, like any other guy would his girlfriend. "You worry too much. You know I won't let anything happen to you."
First thing in the morning, Carly was at her locker preparing for her first class when her friends walked into the school, dressed as their alternate genders. She did a double take when she saw them and her mouth fell open.
"Sam? Freddie? What the chiz are you two doing, trying to get killed? Well, get Freddie killed." Carly hissed at them, just as a group of senior football players approached from the far side of the building.
Freddie gulped, Carly hid her face in her locker and Sam prepared for war.
The first, Chuck, walked up to Freddie. "Hey, who's the new girl? Oh, never mind it's just Benson. What's up, Benson? Nice legs."
Freddie was shocked because this guy had never said three words to him since sixth grade.
His one friend came up beside them. "Lookin' good, Freddie. Nice rack."
"Yeah, he makes a pretty good girl." A third said. "Ya know, Benson, this is like the most un-lame thing you've ever done. I always thought you were a complete dork, but this - this actually proves you're not the biggest dweeb in school."
"Yeah, you've got some stones, man." Chuck said and slapped him on the shoulder. "I mean, here you go and wait until we're almost out of high school to prove how cool you can actually be."
"You've got more guts than I do, dude." Aaron said, before the athletes walked away. "Keep it real, man."
Carly uncovered her face. "I can't believe it."
"See, I told you." Sam smirked, putting her arm over his shoulders, glad she didn't have to come to his defense.
"I guess we can go to prom this way after all." Freddie smiled and kissed her before setting into her embrace.
"Whaaaat?" Carly screeched. "Is that what this nonsense is all about?"
"Um, yeah." Sam said with a shrug. "We can go to prom like this and we're going to, right babe?"
"Alright, this is enough! You guys can't just do that! I'm not letting you screw up prom by acting like - like - like weirdos. I expect you two at prom as Sam and Freddie, a girl and a guy, the way you were born. YOU TWO NEED TO KNOCK THIS CHIZ OFF! NOW! I'M SICK OF THIS BULLSHIT! YOU HEAR ME?"
"Carly Shay!" Miss Briggs screeched from behind her. "Detention, today, for your language. You should be ashamed of yourself for talking that way in school young lady."
"Bu, but, this - this isn't right, they're going to prom like this. It's just a stupid prank, a - a stunt." She defended. "Look at them, the way they're dressed."
"And for talking back, you've just earned yourself a trip to the principal's office. Now go!" Miss Briggs pointed toward the office.
"Yes, ma'am." Carly cowered, grabbed her books and headed for the office.
Ten minutes later she was sitting across the desk from Principal Franklin who was reading the teacher's email explaining why Carly was in front of him. He took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose before letting out a loud sigh.
"I'm surprised at you, Carly. Sam and Freddie are your friends, you need to support them and their decisions, even if you don't agree with them. Honestly, you are the last person I'd expect to act like this."
"But they really aren't transvestites or trans-gender, or trans-anything. This all started off as a prank. It was just a stunt and they're carrying it too far. They say they're going to prom cross dressed."
"That's their right and no excuse for your ranting at them. Now, I expect you to publicly apologize to your friends. You know better than this, Carly. People need to be allowed to experiment and find themselves. Granted, most young people wait until college to do their experimenting, but your friends and still your friends. No matter how they dress, they are still Sam and Freddie."
"Bu-but, Principal Franklin, did you hear me? They intend to go to prom cross-dressed." She said. "How messed up is that?"
"And why does that give you the right to try to bully them in doing something different just because you want them to? He said. "Just because they don't intend to dress in the generally accepted gender roles, doesn't give you the right to treat them any differently any more than if they were gay or had brown skin or had two parents of the same gender. I really expect better out of you than this, Carly." He shook his head.
"I wasn't. I was just trying to snap them out of this, this, whatever they're doing. It's embarrassing."
"Carly, I've heard enough! Now, I'm going to let you out of Miss Briggs' detention, because you have student government after school today but I expect a three thousand word essay on how discrimination hurts everyone, including the one doing the discriminating on my desk the day after tomorrow."
"But, Principal Franklin. . . " Carly whined.
"No, Carly. The discussion is over or you'll be in my detention for the rest of the week."
"Yes, Sir."
"You need to get to class now, I'm sure Mr. Howard will be upset if you miss his lecture today."
"Yes, Sir." Carly stood and quickly left the room.
At lunchtime, Carly apologized to Sam and Freddie as the principal looked on with a smile. After he left the room, she quietly admonished the two with closed teeth. "I hope you two are happy, I have to write a huge essay in two days about discrimination thanks to you two wazzbags." She hissed quietly.
"I'm sorry, Carls." Freddie said. "This is partly our fault. I promise I'll help you with it."
"Yeah, we're sorry, Carls. Fredbag will help you with it. He's good at chiz like that." Sam said, gnawing on a rib bone. Her friends just rolled their eyes at her volunteering her boyfriend to help but not offering herself.
Once again, Carly takes the hit for her friends' actions. Next up: prom and more.
