Confusion
"Topanga was staring at me?" Cory demands of Shawn as they reach his room.
"Yeah, man, but not in a good way. In a "my boyfriend's dressed like waitress and hitting on a guy" way," Shawn clarifies.
"Yeah," Cory laughs, "You weren't expecting that were you?"
"I think this is just going down in the records as the day of unsurpassable weirdness," Shawn says as he pulls his wig and his wig cap off.
"It's going to be a great article though," Cory says, "And we need to write some sort of letter to this panty hose in an egg company. These are so not stay-safe."
Shawn nods as Cory sits on his bed. He begins to unroll his panty hose and Shawn finds himself irresistibly reminded of The Graduate, when Mrs. Robinson strips and Dustin Hoffman tries to be cool about it.
Shawn takes off his boots, unbelts his skirt, and sits down on Eric's bed and begins pulling unrolling his own panty hose.
"Hey, how come yours rolls right off like that?" Cory demands, "Did you shave your legs?"
"Yeah. And I cut my ankle doing it, so you owe me all kinds of favors for helping you with this assignment, my friend," Shawn replies. He leaves the panty hose on the floor and gratefully grabs his pants. He stands away from Cory, facing a wall as he changes from the panties that Topanga had handed him yesterday, not even trying to keep a straight face, to his own boxers and jeans. Now he's a weird half woman half man. Boys jeans and belt hanging out of a makeup'd face and tight, breasty sweater.
Cory sits on his bed, in just his briefs and a bra. He'd had his completely mortified but still strangely supportive mother put it on for him and was now completely dumbfounded as to how to remove it. He looks up at Shawn to ask him for help, and sees Shawn simply reach behind his own back, unhook the hooks and slide the bra off his arms, tube socks falling out of the cups as he does.
"How did you do that?" Cory demands.
"Do what?" Shawn asks. He's distracted, sure his T-shirt was just here.
"You just-bam-took that right off," Cory says in awe. Shawn laughs.
"Practice Cor. Plenty of girls in our school to ask how I got that," Shawn laughs again and Cory rolls his eyes and begins trying to get his arms out of his bra straps so that he can tug the hooks around to the front of himself.
"Stop," Shawn sighs when he sees how little progress Cory is making, "Stand up, I'll help you."
Cory stands obediently and Shawn wraps his arms around Cory's chest and unhooks the bra easily.
Shawn tries to add a "ta-da" after that trick but finds the words caught in his throat.
"Are you wearing perfume?" Cory asks weakly. Shawn shakes his head, as though trying to remove water from his ears and replies "Yeah, you know, staying in character."
He hurriedly pulls on his t-shirt and goes to the bathroom to wash his face. When Cory asks him if he's going to stay for dinner Shawn replies that he had better eat at home tonight.
Next Installment: Futures
