Part Five: Some Like It Red
A few hours later, Roger was feeling much better, and the two of them were getting ready for their 'mission'.
Tony couldn't help but be relieved. He knew he couldn't go alone -- he needed a lookout while he was there, and now that Roger was back to normal (sort of) they could finally pick up their data from the base. They would be spending the least amount of time there as possible, since neither of them felt like explaining any long-long sisters of Majors Nelson and Healey to anyone they might meet. Tony was also glad that the two of them were becoming a bit less uncomfortable with their condition. He'd already told himself that this was just like any other of Jeannie's magical mistakes, and he wasn't going to let this phase him any more than the previous ones had. He'd been turned into a dog, a skunk, and a monkey before.. at least in his current form he was still able to talk. Roger agreed that this was a good thing, and now that they were over the initial shock, going about their normal business this weekend would be a snap. Neither of them were nearly as self-conscious as they'd been earlier that day, and being dressed more appropriately helped. Now they wouldn't have to worry about being stared at because of how they looked. Of course, they were a little embarrassed at some of their articles of clothing. It wasn't so much the outer garments, but what was underneath. Wearing a stranger's underwear wasn't something either of them was enthusiastic about (even if it was freshly washed) and what they had to choose from was very different from what they were used to.. but there were some things you just couldn't wear an undershirt and boxer shorts with.
"Jeez, Tony, couldn't you have gotten us any pants?" Roger asked, half- dressed and rooting through the pile of clothes, obviously not finding what he'd hoped for.
"Sorry, but the only ones I could find would have fit both of us in them at the same time," he replied apologetically. He would have preferred pants as well, but he didn't want to waste time searching for them and possibly get caught. He'd taken things that were easily available and looked like they were in the right size range.
Roger snorted, then went back to fiddling with his undergarments.
"Do you want me to finish hooking that for you?" Tony asked, stifling a smile.
"No.. well, yeah, I guess so. How do women get into these things? Reaching behind your back like this is hard."
"I thought that with all your experience with women, you'd be an expert at this," chuckled Tony.
"Only at getting them off. Putting them on is a whole different thing." He stayed still while Tony did his work. "Thanks. Y'know, I think the straps are a little loose.. can you get them too?"
"Sure," he said. He really, really wished Jeannie would get back soon.. although he could imagine the look on her face if she popped in now. She'd laugh straight through 'til Sunday night. "Um, I bought some makeup at the drugstore, for when we go out. It can't be that hard to put on, and since most women won't leave the house without it.."
Roger looked over his shoulder at him. "Good idea," he said. "Boy, I hope the shoes fit. Nothing worse than going from too big to too small."
"I already tried them on," Tony admitted sheepishly. "They fit me pretty well, so they'll probably fit you too. I mean, since we're almost the same height, we should be about the same shoe size, just like we usually are."
"That makes sense," said Roger, and went back to going through the clothes.
They got dressed in relative silence after that, until it came time for the 'finishing touches'. Tony had taken a few nondescript items from the bag of cosmetics, but Roger shook his head.
"What's the matter?" Tony asked.
"Not that one," he said, and dumped out the entire bag, scrutinizing each item and pushing a few over towards Tony. "How about this, and this, and.. this."
Tony just looked at him skeptically.
"That eyeshadow you picked doesn't go with your complexion," he explained. "Use one of these instead."
"Roger, does it really matter-"
"Tony, I know what makes a woman look good," he admonished.
"I don't want to look good. I want to blend in and not be noticed," he replied. "And you should want the same thing.. do you have to wear bright pink lipstick and all that mascara?"
"But they highlight my best features."
"Roger, I think you're enjoying this a little too much."
"You want to look the way most women do, right? That stuff you were going to use is too drab. You have to bump it up a notch."
Tony shook his head. "Roger, it's a good thing you weren't born female -- I'd hate to see the trouble you would've gotten into."
Roger's eyes narrowed, but he was smiling. "Oh, that reminds me.." he began, getting up and going over to the phone. "I'd better call my nurse and the guy we were double-dating with, to tell them I can't make it tonight. I think I've just come down with a case of your laryngitis."
"Good idea," said Tony, and went back to getting ready. Maybe Roger was right. He didn't want to look like an old school marm -- not that he could, considering the length of their borrowed skirts -- but he didn't want to look too flashy either. In the background he could hear Roger's whispered conversations; and from what he could gather, both the people he called were very understanding about his sudden 'illness'.
"All done," Roger said, after hanging up the second time. "Neither of them suspects a thing."
"Good -- that's one problem solved."
"Yeah, and two more to go," he replied, pointing at his chest.
Tony chuckled. "Are you almost ready? I'd like to get over to the base as soon as possible."
"Almost. I just have to make some.. adjustments," he said with a wink. "I'll be right back."
Tony decided that he really didn't want to know what kind of adjustments they were, and prayed that Jeannie would get back soon.
A few hours later, Roger was feeling much better, and the two of them were getting ready for their 'mission'.
Tony couldn't help but be relieved. He knew he couldn't go alone -- he needed a lookout while he was there, and now that Roger was back to normal (sort of) they could finally pick up their data from the base. They would be spending the least amount of time there as possible, since neither of them felt like explaining any long-long sisters of Majors Nelson and Healey to anyone they might meet. Tony was also glad that the two of them were becoming a bit less uncomfortable with their condition. He'd already told himself that this was just like any other of Jeannie's magical mistakes, and he wasn't going to let this phase him any more than the previous ones had. He'd been turned into a dog, a skunk, and a monkey before.. at least in his current form he was still able to talk. Roger agreed that this was a good thing, and now that they were over the initial shock, going about their normal business this weekend would be a snap. Neither of them were nearly as self-conscious as they'd been earlier that day, and being dressed more appropriately helped. Now they wouldn't have to worry about being stared at because of how they looked. Of course, they were a little embarrassed at some of their articles of clothing. It wasn't so much the outer garments, but what was underneath. Wearing a stranger's underwear wasn't something either of them was enthusiastic about (even if it was freshly washed) and what they had to choose from was very different from what they were used to.. but there were some things you just couldn't wear an undershirt and boxer shorts with.
"Jeez, Tony, couldn't you have gotten us any pants?" Roger asked, half- dressed and rooting through the pile of clothes, obviously not finding what he'd hoped for.
"Sorry, but the only ones I could find would have fit both of us in them at the same time," he replied apologetically. He would have preferred pants as well, but he didn't want to waste time searching for them and possibly get caught. He'd taken things that were easily available and looked like they were in the right size range.
Roger snorted, then went back to fiddling with his undergarments.
"Do you want me to finish hooking that for you?" Tony asked, stifling a smile.
"No.. well, yeah, I guess so. How do women get into these things? Reaching behind your back like this is hard."
"I thought that with all your experience with women, you'd be an expert at this," chuckled Tony.
"Only at getting them off. Putting them on is a whole different thing." He stayed still while Tony did his work. "Thanks. Y'know, I think the straps are a little loose.. can you get them too?"
"Sure," he said. He really, really wished Jeannie would get back soon.. although he could imagine the look on her face if she popped in now. She'd laugh straight through 'til Sunday night. "Um, I bought some makeup at the drugstore, for when we go out. It can't be that hard to put on, and since most women won't leave the house without it.."
Roger looked over his shoulder at him. "Good idea," he said. "Boy, I hope the shoes fit. Nothing worse than going from too big to too small."
"I already tried them on," Tony admitted sheepishly. "They fit me pretty well, so they'll probably fit you too. I mean, since we're almost the same height, we should be about the same shoe size, just like we usually are."
"That makes sense," said Roger, and went back to going through the clothes.
They got dressed in relative silence after that, until it came time for the 'finishing touches'. Tony had taken a few nondescript items from the bag of cosmetics, but Roger shook his head.
"What's the matter?" Tony asked.
"Not that one," he said, and dumped out the entire bag, scrutinizing each item and pushing a few over towards Tony. "How about this, and this, and.. this."
Tony just looked at him skeptically.
"That eyeshadow you picked doesn't go with your complexion," he explained. "Use one of these instead."
"Roger, does it really matter-"
"Tony, I know what makes a woman look good," he admonished.
"I don't want to look good. I want to blend in and not be noticed," he replied. "And you should want the same thing.. do you have to wear bright pink lipstick and all that mascara?"
"But they highlight my best features."
"Roger, I think you're enjoying this a little too much."
"You want to look the way most women do, right? That stuff you were going to use is too drab. You have to bump it up a notch."
Tony shook his head. "Roger, it's a good thing you weren't born female -- I'd hate to see the trouble you would've gotten into."
Roger's eyes narrowed, but he was smiling. "Oh, that reminds me.." he began, getting up and going over to the phone. "I'd better call my nurse and the guy we were double-dating with, to tell them I can't make it tonight. I think I've just come down with a case of your laryngitis."
"Good idea," said Tony, and went back to getting ready. Maybe Roger was right. He didn't want to look like an old school marm -- not that he could, considering the length of their borrowed skirts -- but he didn't want to look too flashy either. In the background he could hear Roger's whispered conversations; and from what he could gather, both the people he called were very understanding about his sudden 'illness'.
"All done," Roger said, after hanging up the second time. "Neither of them suspects a thing."
"Good -- that's one problem solved."
"Yeah, and two more to go," he replied, pointing at his chest.
Tony chuckled. "Are you almost ready? I'd like to get over to the base as soon as possible."
"Almost. I just have to make some.. adjustments," he said with a wink. "I'll be right back."
Tony decided that he really didn't want to know what kind of adjustments they were, and prayed that Jeannie would get back soon.
