Pre-A/N: As always, thanks to everybody who reviewed, and especially those
of you who keep reviewing. They've trickled off as of last chapter. I
hate that. Oh, just a warning, I break in a lot this chapter. I try not to,
but sometimes... Anyway, you can ignore if you want. And, for Kurt's sake,
I'd just like to apologize for his accent. It's kind of bad. I know. Don't
throw tomatoes, or anything.
Pandora's Sorrow: Rogue will be evil. There's an eyelash curler involved. And other fun evils that you'll just have to keep reading to find out about.
Rogue4787: Woot for the ROMY!!! I'm so angry Gambit wasn't in either of the movies. So is Panther. We've had long conversations and come up with a plan. If our lovely Remy-boy isn't in the third movie, we're forming a mob and attacking Marvel. Care to join?
Okay, back to the story. I plan on having a lot of fun with the first part of this chap. We start this chapter after the Danger Room session, in the guys' shower room. With the guys showering. Fell free to take a moment...Alright!
As the guys- stoically avoiding looking at each other (A/N: Guy thing, from what I understand)- lathered up with soap (A/N: Stay with me, now!), they all shared horror stories, grumbled about the stuff they had to wear for cross-dressing day. All except Kurt, who didn't know yet, and Remy, who wasn't talking for some reason. Finally Sam decided that he had to know. They all needed to know that Remy had it ten times worse than the rest of them.
"Come on," Sam pried, reaching for the shampoo. "Rogue put ya in somethin' awful. Admit it!"
Remy thought about the outfit that Rogue had picked out for him as he rinsed off the soap from his shoulders. (A/N: are you drooling yet?) "It's a skirt. Dere are four inch heels I gotta squeeze int'. Awful enough fo' ya?"
The rest of the guys pondered the subtle implications of what Rogue's choice of skirts and four inch heels could be. There were a couple of shudders, along with more than one guy adjusting the water temperature down a couple of degrees.
A few minutes later, Scott was cleaning between his toes and remembered that Jean had insisted that he had to shave his legs. He mentioned this out loud.
"Yeah, Amara's puttin' me in caprees- after changin' her mind about twen'y times," Sam groused, "an' makin' me shave mah legs, too. How'd Ah get roped int' this?"
Scott ignored the question and took a poll over the noise of the running water hitting the blue tiles. Remy, Bobby, and Roberto all said that they had to shave their legs, too.
"Can't be that different from shaving your face, right?" Bobby asked, hoping he'd get agreement.
"Whadda you know about shavin' y'r face?" Remy asked.
Bobby was laughed at by all the guys in the shower room. How humiliating.
It was Roberto who spoke up. "Actually, though..."
They got quiet and sent the boy sideways glances. 'Berto shrugged, a little embarrassed, poking at the drain cover with his big toe, and said, "I have a cousin who's a swimmer. He has to shave to reduce water drag." He got lots of "yeah, right"'s and "uh-huh"'s.
"Look, whatever," Scott said. "I won't lose to Jean in this. If you know how, Roberto, show me how to do it."
Roberto couldn't resist the innuendo. "Well..." he smirked and the floor. Again, there were lots of weird looks flicked at him. He picked up on this and got defensive. "Oh, what? If Remy had said it you'd all be laughing."
"Yeah, but I doan know how t' shave my legs," Remy pointed out.
'Berto shrugged self-consciously and told them what his cousin the swimmer had told him about the shaving of the legs. Scott went and got his razor and tried it out on his ankle, just to make sure he could do it.
"Ow! I nicked myself! It's still bleeding!"
"Pansy..." Remy muttered.
After everyone was sweat-free after their showers, Kitty was waiting to waylay Kurt in the hallway. She grabbed the blue boy by the arm, a fierce, determined expression on her face, and dragged him off.
"You aren't getting out of this that easily, Kurt," she said. "If I have to, I'll make you like twenty minutes late for supper, so you like better behave."
This reminded the guys that they got to pick out the girls' clothes after dinner. This could be good. They were going to be scarfing down their food faster than usual just to find the best possible combination of grunge for the girls to wear. Evil laughter all around.
Most of the girls were already in the kitchen getting their spaghetti and meatballs, and discussing what they had picked out for the guys.
"So, how are we gonna score this thing?" Jubilee asked.
"Well, we should probably write down how long it usually takes us to get ready, and the guys should write down their times, and then we time each other," Rahne said.
"That's a really good idea, Rahne," Jean smiled at the younger girl.
Rahne shrugged. "Well, my mom is a scientist."
"We should add minutes to the guys' scores, too," Amara said. "I mean, we do still have more hair than they do- most of us- and we have to brush it."
"And I'm on the rag this week, so that adds time," Tabitha said, straight out.
"An' Ah'm sure at least some o' the guys'll insist time added to ours for their mornin' jack off," Rogue said, getting the garlic bread out of the oven.
The more innocent girls ewwed and shuddered, but had the feeling it might be true. (A/N: You know it's true. I mean, I've heard guys have public conversations about when they do it, how often, since what age... They're proud of it. I'm just trying to keep it real, or as real as possible.)
"Okay," Jean said, TKing a grocery list and a pen to the table. "Jubilee, you started this, so we'll start with you. How long does it usually take you to get ready in the morning?"
The girls went on making their time and "handicap" lists if face washing, hair brushing, pad/tampon incorporation time, etc., until Amara had a good idea.
"Hey, what if we really over-did the whole 'guy' thing?" she suggested. "Like, if we 'shave' in the morning, and act like guys, and stuff?"
"That could be fun," Jean said, looking to see what the other girls thought. They liked it.
Eventually, the guys came in and took their seats at the table and started hogging all the food. The girls told them about the lists they'd made and, amid quite a bit of protests, told them that they could do the same, so that they had time-handicaps.
Rogue picked at her food, still angry even after she had spent her afternoon avoiding Remy after he refused to let her wear a bra- and wow, that thought was a lot worse than she (A/N: or I) had intended. As she wiped her mouth off from the spaghetti sauce and came away with lipstick, she suddenly remembered that she had yet to show the Cajun how to put on make-up. This was a good thought. It meant minor torture.
She looked a few seats down the table and found Remy nearly finished with his last fork-ful of spaghetti. She pushed out of her seat and went down to his chair and crossed her arms.
He looked up and didn't like the look on her face. It always meant that something bad was going to happen to someone that was usually going to be funny, as long as it didn't happen to you. This time, it was going to happen to him.
"Get on up, swamp rat. We'ah gonna go play with make-up."
"BUMP-BUM-BAAAA!!!!" Bobby did the B-movie sound effect for the entire room.
Remy nodded and got up from his seat looking like a man who was taking that long, last walk down death row to the awaiting syringes that would put him to sleep forever. Rogue rolled her eyes. What a drama king, always had to be the center of attention.
When they got to the door of the room that Rogue shared with Kitty (A/N: I debated whether or not to let Rogue have her own room, but they were together in the last story, and we wrote them sharing in this story, too, so I had to) they could hear Kitty and Kurt's voices arguing. That explained why there was more food left than usual.
"NINE!"
"YES!"
"Eet's fuzzy!"
"You're fuzzy! It shouldn't be, like, that big of an adjustment!"
Rogue and Remy entered to find Kitty holding up a pink, velour jogging suit with white Kedd's sneakers. Kurt was firmly shaking his head.
"You know, Kitty, I could alvays just have zhe professor change my holowatch," Kurt pointed out. "Zhere's no reason for me to actually vear your clothes. Aren't you vorried I might stretch zhem out or ruin zhem or somezhing? Please? Anyzhing?"
"No way," Kitty shook her head vigorously. "If I have to wear your like dirty grubby clothes, you have to wear mine."
Kurt subconsciously gave Kitty a glare that reminded anyone who had gotten one from Mystique a sense of déjà vu. He snatched the jogging suit and said, "My clothes are not grubby.
Rogue laughed and led the way to her vanity, where all of her usual make-up was spread across the top in neat rows. She had a thing about organization. Some called it OCD. She insisted that she'd never been diagnosed, and told everybody who implied it to screw off.
She picked up one of the scariest pieces of machinery that Remy'd ever seen in his life, and he'd seen some interesting stuff in his time.
"'De hell is dat?"
"Eyelash curlers," Rogue informed him. She motioned to the wide stool in front of the vanity. "Sit down, won't ya?"
"Said de spider t' de fly," Remy mumbled.
"At least I'm not as bad as your sister," Kitty said to Kurt. "We do need to find you some make-up, though." #%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%%#%#%#%#%#%# %#%#%#%#%%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%%%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%
Post-A/N: How'd you like the shower scene? evil grin Oh, and, uh, I was looking back at the first chapter and I noticed that at the beginning Amara was paired up with Jamie, and Sam was with Jubes, and then I wrote that Jubilee was chucking clothes out of her closet for Jamie, and Amara was holding up clothes to Sam. Let's leave it the second way, and I apologize for the mix-up.
Pandora's Sorrow: Rogue will be evil. There's an eyelash curler involved. And other fun evils that you'll just have to keep reading to find out about.
Rogue4787: Woot for the ROMY!!! I'm so angry Gambit wasn't in either of the movies. So is Panther. We've had long conversations and come up with a plan. If our lovely Remy-boy isn't in the third movie, we're forming a mob and attacking Marvel. Care to join?
Okay, back to the story. I plan on having a lot of fun with the first part of this chap. We start this chapter after the Danger Room session, in the guys' shower room. With the guys showering. Fell free to take a moment...Alright!
As the guys- stoically avoiding looking at each other (A/N: Guy thing, from what I understand)- lathered up with soap (A/N: Stay with me, now!), they all shared horror stories, grumbled about the stuff they had to wear for cross-dressing day. All except Kurt, who didn't know yet, and Remy, who wasn't talking for some reason. Finally Sam decided that he had to know. They all needed to know that Remy had it ten times worse than the rest of them.
"Come on," Sam pried, reaching for the shampoo. "Rogue put ya in somethin' awful. Admit it!"
Remy thought about the outfit that Rogue had picked out for him as he rinsed off the soap from his shoulders. (A/N: are you drooling yet?) "It's a skirt. Dere are four inch heels I gotta squeeze int'. Awful enough fo' ya?"
The rest of the guys pondered the subtle implications of what Rogue's choice of skirts and four inch heels could be. There were a couple of shudders, along with more than one guy adjusting the water temperature down a couple of degrees.
A few minutes later, Scott was cleaning between his toes and remembered that Jean had insisted that he had to shave his legs. He mentioned this out loud.
"Yeah, Amara's puttin' me in caprees- after changin' her mind about twen'y times," Sam groused, "an' makin' me shave mah legs, too. How'd Ah get roped int' this?"
Scott ignored the question and took a poll over the noise of the running water hitting the blue tiles. Remy, Bobby, and Roberto all said that they had to shave their legs, too.
"Can't be that different from shaving your face, right?" Bobby asked, hoping he'd get agreement.
"Whadda you know about shavin' y'r face?" Remy asked.
Bobby was laughed at by all the guys in the shower room. How humiliating.
It was Roberto who spoke up. "Actually, though..."
They got quiet and sent the boy sideways glances. 'Berto shrugged, a little embarrassed, poking at the drain cover with his big toe, and said, "I have a cousin who's a swimmer. He has to shave to reduce water drag." He got lots of "yeah, right"'s and "uh-huh"'s.
"Look, whatever," Scott said. "I won't lose to Jean in this. If you know how, Roberto, show me how to do it."
Roberto couldn't resist the innuendo. "Well..." he smirked and the floor. Again, there were lots of weird looks flicked at him. He picked up on this and got defensive. "Oh, what? If Remy had said it you'd all be laughing."
"Yeah, but I doan know how t' shave my legs," Remy pointed out.
'Berto shrugged self-consciously and told them what his cousin the swimmer had told him about the shaving of the legs. Scott went and got his razor and tried it out on his ankle, just to make sure he could do it.
"Ow! I nicked myself! It's still bleeding!"
"Pansy..." Remy muttered.
After everyone was sweat-free after their showers, Kitty was waiting to waylay Kurt in the hallway. She grabbed the blue boy by the arm, a fierce, determined expression on her face, and dragged him off.
"You aren't getting out of this that easily, Kurt," she said. "If I have to, I'll make you like twenty minutes late for supper, so you like better behave."
This reminded the guys that they got to pick out the girls' clothes after dinner. This could be good. They were going to be scarfing down their food faster than usual just to find the best possible combination of grunge for the girls to wear. Evil laughter all around.
Most of the girls were already in the kitchen getting their spaghetti and meatballs, and discussing what they had picked out for the guys.
"So, how are we gonna score this thing?" Jubilee asked.
"Well, we should probably write down how long it usually takes us to get ready, and the guys should write down their times, and then we time each other," Rahne said.
"That's a really good idea, Rahne," Jean smiled at the younger girl.
Rahne shrugged. "Well, my mom is a scientist."
"We should add minutes to the guys' scores, too," Amara said. "I mean, we do still have more hair than they do- most of us- and we have to brush it."
"And I'm on the rag this week, so that adds time," Tabitha said, straight out.
"An' Ah'm sure at least some o' the guys'll insist time added to ours for their mornin' jack off," Rogue said, getting the garlic bread out of the oven.
The more innocent girls ewwed and shuddered, but had the feeling it might be true. (A/N: You know it's true. I mean, I've heard guys have public conversations about when they do it, how often, since what age... They're proud of it. I'm just trying to keep it real, or as real as possible.)
"Okay," Jean said, TKing a grocery list and a pen to the table. "Jubilee, you started this, so we'll start with you. How long does it usually take you to get ready in the morning?"
The girls went on making their time and "handicap" lists if face washing, hair brushing, pad/tampon incorporation time, etc., until Amara had a good idea.
"Hey, what if we really over-did the whole 'guy' thing?" she suggested. "Like, if we 'shave' in the morning, and act like guys, and stuff?"
"That could be fun," Jean said, looking to see what the other girls thought. They liked it.
Eventually, the guys came in and took their seats at the table and started hogging all the food. The girls told them about the lists they'd made and, amid quite a bit of protests, told them that they could do the same, so that they had time-handicaps.
Rogue picked at her food, still angry even after she had spent her afternoon avoiding Remy after he refused to let her wear a bra- and wow, that thought was a lot worse than she (A/N: or I) had intended. As she wiped her mouth off from the spaghetti sauce and came away with lipstick, she suddenly remembered that she had yet to show the Cajun how to put on make-up. This was a good thought. It meant minor torture.
She looked a few seats down the table and found Remy nearly finished with his last fork-ful of spaghetti. She pushed out of her seat and went down to his chair and crossed her arms.
He looked up and didn't like the look on her face. It always meant that something bad was going to happen to someone that was usually going to be funny, as long as it didn't happen to you. This time, it was going to happen to him.
"Get on up, swamp rat. We'ah gonna go play with make-up."
"BUMP-BUM-BAAAA!!!!" Bobby did the B-movie sound effect for the entire room.
Remy nodded and got up from his seat looking like a man who was taking that long, last walk down death row to the awaiting syringes that would put him to sleep forever. Rogue rolled her eyes. What a drama king, always had to be the center of attention.
When they got to the door of the room that Rogue shared with Kitty (A/N: I debated whether or not to let Rogue have her own room, but they were together in the last story, and we wrote them sharing in this story, too, so I had to) they could hear Kitty and Kurt's voices arguing. That explained why there was more food left than usual.
"NINE!"
"YES!"
"Eet's fuzzy!"
"You're fuzzy! It shouldn't be, like, that big of an adjustment!"
Rogue and Remy entered to find Kitty holding up a pink, velour jogging suit with white Kedd's sneakers. Kurt was firmly shaking his head.
"You know, Kitty, I could alvays just have zhe professor change my holowatch," Kurt pointed out. "Zhere's no reason for me to actually vear your clothes. Aren't you vorried I might stretch zhem out or ruin zhem or somezhing? Please? Anyzhing?"
"No way," Kitty shook her head vigorously. "If I have to wear your like dirty grubby clothes, you have to wear mine."
Kurt subconsciously gave Kitty a glare that reminded anyone who had gotten one from Mystique a sense of déjà vu. He snatched the jogging suit and said, "My clothes are not grubby.
Rogue laughed and led the way to her vanity, where all of her usual make-up was spread across the top in neat rows. She had a thing about organization. Some called it OCD. She insisted that she'd never been diagnosed, and told everybody who implied it to screw off.
She picked up one of the scariest pieces of machinery that Remy'd ever seen in his life, and he'd seen some interesting stuff in his time.
"'De hell is dat?"
"Eyelash curlers," Rogue informed him. She motioned to the wide stool in front of the vanity. "Sit down, won't ya?"
"Said de spider t' de fly," Remy mumbled.
"At least I'm not as bad as your sister," Kitty said to Kurt. "We do need to find you some make-up, though." #%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%%#%#%#%#%#%# %#%#%#%#%%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%%%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%#%
Post-A/N: How'd you like the shower scene? evil grin Oh, and, uh, I was looking back at the first chapter and I noticed that at the beginning Amara was paired up with Jamie, and Sam was with Jubes, and then I wrote that Jubilee was chucking clothes out of her closet for Jamie, and Amara was holding up clothes to Sam. Let's leave it the second way, and I apologize for the mix-up.