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Getting dressed was not terribly problematic. At least not for us guys.
Despite more than a little fascination with their newly developed bodies, the other new girls eventually managed to put their shirts on – I was still too embarrassed by this morning's incident to start studying myself like the others were.
"Tyler, Cody, does it not bother you that you are checking out another guy?" I asked, regarding both girls with wide eyes.
"But we're not guys anymore, so it's not awkward!" Tyler said enthusiastically.
"Yeah! I want my old body back asap, but while I have this one, I at least want to enjoy the view!" Cody said.
"Right. . ." I said, not amused. "And how exactly does that explain why you and Tyler are posing like pin-up girls for one other?"
"We don't have a mirror in our cabin." Cody said.
A knock came at our cabin door, the person didn't wait for someone else to open it for them. Tyler and Cody shrieked and tore the sheets off of their beds to cover themselves with.
"Can we help you, Courtney?" I asked, looking at the brunette quizzically. He'd managed to get his arms into his blouse, barely, but couldn't do up the buttons.
"We need clothes." He said desperately, his onyx eyes wide and pleading. Then he glanced at Tyler and Cody, who were holding up sheets around their bodies and looking at her with wide eyes. He raised an eyebrow. "Seriously? Everything you've got now, I used to see every time I looked in a mirror."
"She makes a good point." Cody said with a nod, but neither of them dropped their sheets.
"Not that I want to see either of you that bare." Courtney said. Then she remembered why she was there. "Anyway – your clothes. We need them. We can't get into any of our old things."
He demonstrated by trying to button up his blouse, which he couldn't pull close enough to even think of buttoning up.
"Right, I can see what you mean." I said with a nod. "But we want your clothes in exchange."
"Done." Courtney said with a nod. "I'll get the girls' clothes from our side and meet you on the porch in ten minutes."
"Done." I said, and Courtney turned around, closing the door behind him when he left the cabin. Then I turned to the girls in the cabin. "Listen up gentlewomen! We're getting girls' clothes, but in exchange we have to give our guy clothes to the girls. So gather up what you've got because we're taking it next door!"
"This isn't fair!" A tall, thin blonde boy whined. "Scott's clothes smell like they haven't been washed in years!"
"Maybe they haven't." Said the skinny ginger-haired boy. So that's what her name was: Scott.
"Ew! Nasty!" The blonde squealed, looking repulsed.
"At least you don't have to wear pink!" Scott said, looking down at the clothes he had swapped with the blonde. "I look ridiculous!"
"I would take my pink clothes any day!" The blonde said, crossing his arms. "I don't understand how you actually go out in public dressed like this! Forget you, I'm the one who looks ridiculous!"
"Dawn, how can you stand wearing these things?" Cody asked the blonde, unpicking a wedgie caused by Dawn's purple tights.
"They've never bothered me." Dawn said with a shrug. "What I want to know is how you can bear to purchase items of clothing that were made in China!"
"Let me guess, your sweater is home-made?" I asked, adjusting Dawn's green sweater again. It itched so much. "Real wool, right?"
"Of course." Dawn said, looking at me with her wide gray eyes.
I suppose I shouldn't complain. I'd borrowed a pair of Zoey's capris and Cody had got stuck with Dawn's skirt and tights. He'd been lucky enough to snag one of Courtney's blouses and sweater-vests, and I'd been stuck with Dawn's itchy woolen sweater.
"Do you guys actually do laundry?" Zoey asked, wrinkling her nose. "Ever?"
"Hey, I did my laundry the other day." Duncan said, now wearing Zoey's clothes. "With soap and everything. So hush up Red."
"Did you wash your clothes in Axe?" Zoey asked.
"The Axe smell isn't my fault. I try not to use very much of the stuff, but I had a can of it in my bag and it leaked on all of my stuff."
"Great." Zoey said, holding his nose. "Lucky me."
"B, your clothes smell great. Thanks, man." Leshawna said, dressed in B's clothes. B, now wearing Leshawna's clothes, responded by giving Leshawna a smile and a thumbs up.
"We all look ridiculous." Said Heather, now dressed in Tyler's tracksuit. She lifted her arm to her nose to sniff the fabric. Then, pulling it away from her nose, she made a face. "Ugh. Tyler, when was the last time you washed this thing?" Looking around, Heather found that Tyler was not with the crowd. "Tyler?"
"I DID IT!" A girl's voice screamed, and the doe-eyed brunette that was Tyler sprinted out of the cabin, only half dressed. At the top of the stairs, she tripped and went sprawling down the stairs, her arms behind her back, seeming to be stuck in a position, twisted up her back.
"Dude, are you okay?" Trent asked, grabbing Tyler's arm and pulling her to her feet.
"Yeah!" Tyler said. "I finally got the bra done up!"
"On that subject – how do you clip up bras?" Cody asked curiously. "Because I nearly broke my arms – and my face – trying to twist my arms far enough to clip up my bra."
The guys started laughing hysterically, while we girls stared at them, not amused.
"You idiots!" Courtney gasped through bouts of laughter. "You put them on backwards, clip them up and then turn them around and put the straps on!"
Us girls were staring at Courtney as though she had just unveiled the answer to all of life's questions. I facepalmed.
"I'm gonna go put a bra on now." Cody said, sprinting into the cabin, followed almost immediately by the rest of us.
I was the last to reach the cabin, and as I closed the door, I heard the new guys laughing at us, some even rolling on the ground in a state of hysterics, over how we were "too manly" to ask each other for help doing up our bras.
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