Part 6: Bras and boys don't mix
Taking a deep breath, Lana strode towards her slouched form. As she reached Clark she smirked. Bending towards his ear, Lana whispered, "Nice choice of underwear"
Clark's head shot around to see himself stood behind him, a shocked expression contorting his usually pretty features. "Uh, hi. Lana?" Lana nodded in recognition. "Well, um."
***Flashback***
Clark entered Lana's room, body covered with a pink towel, face covered with an enormous smile. Showering was fun, definitely fun. Is it wrong to get turned on washing yourself? If it is then throw me in prison for life cos I'm a bad, bad man. Clark had decided that showering with his eyes closed was really not a valid plan and had given in to his fate of lathering Lana's body with soapy bubbles.
Now to turn myself into the beautiful girl I know (intimately) and love. Clark walked over to a chest of draws to hunt out some suitably sexy underwear and started pulling out draws. Tiaras, nope. Riding crops, interesting, why does she keep them in her bedroom?, but nope. Tampo. definitely no! Clark grimaced as he slammed the last draw shut.
Finally, he found what he was looking for. Hmm, nice selection, not in the mood for flowers today, thongs - that could be interesting, don't really wanna go around all day with that shoved up my ass though. Rooting through the draw to find something that met his critical taste, he found a set buried at the back. Now these bring back fond memories, Clark stepped back and held the red lacy combo in the air to admire them fully. These are the ones for me.
Clark slipped the panties on with relative ease, after all he was only used to boxer shorts. The hard part came next, for Clark, sadly, was not the expert on bras. So I put my arms in here and do the clippy thing up at the back? Right, can't be that hard. After many frustrated grunts and finally face planting on the bed, Clark managed to secure the fastenings in place. Wiping the freshly formed sweat from his head, he sat up on the bed. Not how I usually imagine playing with Lana's bra fastenings lying on her bed, certainly never dreamt of putting Lana's bra back ON.
Clark hurried with the rest of Lana's clothes; pink after all was always a safe bet. Something's missing. Clark's eyes cast over Lana's dresser where her make up was set out. This could go really, horribly wrong.oh well.
***End Flashback***
"Mascara didn't come out too badly either, with a little practice, you could be really good, work on the movies maybe?"
Clark shot Lana an evil look. "Lana would you care to explain why I woke up with breasts this morning?" Clark hissed. "And what did you say about my underwear?" Clark added, just hearing what she said.
"They really suit, well, me" Lana replied
"You saw. how?" This was inevitable I guess, in my body she was bound to find out sooner or later. Still, best to play dumb.
"Don't play the fool with me Clark, saying I've been having an interesting morning would be possibly the understatement of the century"
"So, you know huh?"
"Pete was awfully helpful" Lana replied curtly. Clark's not getting away with it this time, no sir.
Clark looked down at his pristine fingernails. "I'm just sorry I wasn't the one to tell you, that you had to find out like this."
"This was undeniably not what I imagined when I thought of you finally trusting me enough to tell me." Maybe I should let up on the guy a little, it was his big secret after all and now I've gone and stolen his thunder
Clark crinkled his nose at the comment, sure, he deserved it, but that didn't mean that was what he wanted to hear. "Don't go doing that now or you might get me all hot and bothered again." Lana started laughing as Clark's jaw went slack. "Come on Clark, crack a smile, that was funny"
Two girls sat at a table a few over from them gave them a funny look; it wasn't every day that you saw Clark Kent and Lana Lang switching names. Clark beckoned Lana closer. "Look we really have to get this whole body switching thing sorted out, how about I go home with you to the farm after school?"
"Fraid not, you have a shift at the Talon and I have to go see Chloe for. something, I'm not entirely sure."
"Don't you think this is a little more important?" Clark glared at Lana.
"I'm not having my staff think of me as a slacker and I already let Chloe down so I think I owe it to her to go see her"
"Alright, I'll come over after that. You think you can keep everything in check until then?"
"Yeah, I should be fine, but if you hear about any fires around the guys' locker room, you'll know who it was." Clark glared at her, "Jeez, ok, ok I won't go scoping out the locker room, though I can't see how you can protest." Clark looked at her quizzically, "I heard about your little exploits from Pete, Clark. Gotta say he didn't give a very good impression of you, I think perverted is probably the best way to sum it up."
I'm gonna kill Pete. "You know I would never."
"Yeah, I know" Lana interrupted, "You may have attained freak status but you're still my lil innocent Clarky" Lana teased, "Although, judging by your underwear choice, I'm thinking you had a little fun of your own this morning." Clark blushed, as did Lana realising what she had been hinting at and feeling embarrassed for it. I really shouldn't have said that.
"How come you're so open all of a sudden? I mean, I know you were into the whole honesty thing before, but not to this extent"
"I reckon it's the change of scenery, I feel less constricted. Plus I figure, I've seen you naked, you've seen me naked, I know your secret, there's not really all that much left to hide." Well that's not entirely true.
Taking a deep breath, Lana strode towards her slouched form. As she reached Clark she smirked. Bending towards his ear, Lana whispered, "Nice choice of underwear"
Clark's head shot around to see himself stood behind him, a shocked expression contorting his usually pretty features. "Uh, hi. Lana?" Lana nodded in recognition. "Well, um."
***Flashback***
Clark entered Lana's room, body covered with a pink towel, face covered with an enormous smile. Showering was fun, definitely fun. Is it wrong to get turned on washing yourself? If it is then throw me in prison for life cos I'm a bad, bad man. Clark had decided that showering with his eyes closed was really not a valid plan and had given in to his fate of lathering Lana's body with soapy bubbles.
Now to turn myself into the beautiful girl I know (intimately) and love. Clark walked over to a chest of draws to hunt out some suitably sexy underwear and started pulling out draws. Tiaras, nope. Riding crops, interesting, why does she keep them in her bedroom?, but nope. Tampo. definitely no! Clark grimaced as he slammed the last draw shut.
Finally, he found what he was looking for. Hmm, nice selection, not in the mood for flowers today, thongs - that could be interesting, don't really wanna go around all day with that shoved up my ass though. Rooting through the draw to find something that met his critical taste, he found a set buried at the back. Now these bring back fond memories, Clark stepped back and held the red lacy combo in the air to admire them fully. These are the ones for me.
Clark slipped the panties on with relative ease, after all he was only used to boxer shorts. The hard part came next, for Clark, sadly, was not the expert on bras. So I put my arms in here and do the clippy thing up at the back? Right, can't be that hard. After many frustrated grunts and finally face planting on the bed, Clark managed to secure the fastenings in place. Wiping the freshly formed sweat from his head, he sat up on the bed. Not how I usually imagine playing with Lana's bra fastenings lying on her bed, certainly never dreamt of putting Lana's bra back ON.
Clark hurried with the rest of Lana's clothes; pink after all was always a safe bet. Something's missing. Clark's eyes cast over Lana's dresser where her make up was set out. This could go really, horribly wrong.oh well.
***End Flashback***
"Mascara didn't come out too badly either, with a little practice, you could be really good, work on the movies maybe?"
Clark shot Lana an evil look. "Lana would you care to explain why I woke up with breasts this morning?" Clark hissed. "And what did you say about my underwear?" Clark added, just hearing what she said.
"They really suit, well, me" Lana replied
"You saw. how?" This was inevitable I guess, in my body she was bound to find out sooner or later. Still, best to play dumb.
"Don't play the fool with me Clark, saying I've been having an interesting morning would be possibly the understatement of the century"
"So, you know huh?"
"Pete was awfully helpful" Lana replied curtly. Clark's not getting away with it this time, no sir.
Clark looked down at his pristine fingernails. "I'm just sorry I wasn't the one to tell you, that you had to find out like this."
"This was undeniably not what I imagined when I thought of you finally trusting me enough to tell me." Maybe I should let up on the guy a little, it was his big secret after all and now I've gone and stolen his thunder
Clark crinkled his nose at the comment, sure, he deserved it, but that didn't mean that was what he wanted to hear. "Don't go doing that now or you might get me all hot and bothered again." Lana started laughing as Clark's jaw went slack. "Come on Clark, crack a smile, that was funny"
Two girls sat at a table a few over from them gave them a funny look; it wasn't every day that you saw Clark Kent and Lana Lang switching names. Clark beckoned Lana closer. "Look we really have to get this whole body switching thing sorted out, how about I go home with you to the farm after school?"
"Fraid not, you have a shift at the Talon and I have to go see Chloe for. something, I'm not entirely sure."
"Don't you think this is a little more important?" Clark glared at Lana.
"I'm not having my staff think of me as a slacker and I already let Chloe down so I think I owe it to her to go see her"
"Alright, I'll come over after that. You think you can keep everything in check until then?"
"Yeah, I should be fine, but if you hear about any fires around the guys' locker room, you'll know who it was." Clark glared at her, "Jeez, ok, ok I won't go scoping out the locker room, though I can't see how you can protest." Clark looked at her quizzically, "I heard about your little exploits from Pete, Clark. Gotta say he didn't give a very good impression of you, I think perverted is probably the best way to sum it up."
I'm gonna kill Pete. "You know I would never."
"Yeah, I know" Lana interrupted, "You may have attained freak status but you're still my lil innocent Clarky" Lana teased, "Although, judging by your underwear choice, I'm thinking you had a little fun of your own this morning." Clark blushed, as did Lana realising what she had been hinting at and feeling embarrassed for it. I really shouldn't have said that.
"How come you're so open all of a sudden? I mean, I know you were into the whole honesty thing before, but not to this extent"
"I reckon it's the change of scenery, I feel less constricted. Plus I figure, I've seen you naked, you've seen me naked, I know your secret, there's not really all that much left to hide." Well that's not entirely true.
