PRE A/N: I have decided to do this chapter's disclaimer in song.
clears throat Huummm. (sings) OOOh, thank you, oooh so much! For all of the greaaaat reviews!
Di-i-i-isss-claimer: The things, that aare iiin, this chaaaapter, are not miiiiiine! The chaaaaracteerrrs belong to sooomeone else! The soooong featured at the beginnnnning of the chaaaaap, belongs, to the band, Flogging Mollyyyyy!!!!
coughcough Okay, never mind with the singing. Never try that again, I can promise ya that much!
-Ish: Hold ya horses, sheesh! I'm goin as fast as a little bunny can, and all that crack is starting to get to me.
-Jaguar: You think the guys should win? That's actually the first we've heard. Actually, Panther and I keep jumping back and forth between kinky fun and militant feminism.
-RogueyMaximoff: No,no. Berto tends to wear Tabby's clothes on a regular basis. At least in our minds. Lovin' the laughter! It fuels my soul, and I swear I can feel it from here!
-PomegranateQueen: Yeah, them guy reviewers drive me nuts. Er... Ya know what I mean. I appreciate that you would tell me if you were a guy.
Lots of people keep asking about the Brotherhood. Keep your pants on, there gonna be in this story, just a little later. Alright, I'll give you a little spoiler- the students go to the mall to strut their cross-dressin' selves. That's where the BH comes in. Oh, and this: "blah" is Rogue singing the words to the song, and blah is just the lyrics alone. 'Kay?
We jump back in near the very end of The Devil's Dance Floor, with Remy having some personal issues.
"Oh, the apple now is sweet, oh, much sweeter than it ought to be," Rogue sang the lyrics along with the CD. Rogue didn't notice Remy's problem at first, totally absorbed (no pun intended) in getting the lipstick perfect.
"Open ya mouth a little," she instructed him. "...I don't think there is much hope for me. The sweat beneath her brow traveled all the way and headed south."
[No!] Remy thought to himself violently. [Doan look south! Dis is mo' attention dan ya've gotten from 'er since movin' in; doan blow dis. Look... past 'er!]
Unfortunately, past her was looking into the mirror, which showed him a good view of Rogue's nice, round, but not-too-big, apple-ass, barely covered by a tight mini-skirt. He unconsciously flexed his hands on her hips, drawing Rogue's attention to his situation.
"Ah am so not flattahed," she said with disgust.
Your bleeding heart's cryin' cuz there's no way out!
[An' I'm caught,] he thought. "Can' blame me f'r bein' attracted to ya, chere. 'Specially when ya practically in m' lap." He couldn't resist one more tiny squeeze of his hands, and was rewarded with feeling the muscles low in Rogue's stomach jerk.
Rogue stepped out of his hands and pulled her leg from the far side of Remy's body. She gathered up the make-up she'd been using on him and only just decided not to throw it all at his head. "Out. Ah do not have ta put up with you bein' an ovah-sexed baboon."
And Remy was kicked out without another word, for both of their health, he decided. Kurt and Kitty pretended to be busy when Rogue looked their way, wondering what they had to say so that she could try and kick them out, too. "What?"
"Nothing, nothing," they both mumbled.
"Ya thinkin' sumthin', though," Rogue pushed.
Her brother cleared his throat. "Um, vell... It seemed like you vere baiting him," he admitted. "Juzt a little."
"What's that supposed ta mean?!" Rogue demanded.
"Come on, Rogue," Kitty said. "You like practically shoved your chest right up in his face. You couldn't expect him to just like ignore you."
"So ya sayin' it's mah fault he's a pervert?" Rogue snapped.
"No," Kitty sighed. "But it's like- and don't get me wrong, this isn't like all those news reports of teenage girls being super catty to people who are, like, supposed to be their friends- but I think that this is kinda like if you're walking down a dark, deserted alley at, like, 12'o'clock at night, wearing come-screw-me clothing, don't, like, be surprised if some guy doesn't try to take advantage of that. It doesn't make the guy any less responsible for being a scumbag, but, well, you kinda helped precipitate the problem, ya know?"
"'Precipitate?'" Rogue quoted back to her.
"What? I read books too. And you were kinda doing that with Remy."
Rogue rolled her eyes. "Thank ya so much fo' ya contribution, Ms. Teen Magazine," she scoffed as she stomped out to go hit something in the weight room.
Kitty looked back at Kurt and shrugged. "She asked. Oh, and you're done."
"Finally!" he exclaimed before teleporting to the kitchen to see if they'd left him anything to eat. Thankfully, Storm had put aside a healthy protion for Kurt and had it waiting for the boy.
The time until Saturday passed quickly. All of the students were excited and chomping at the bit to prove who was better, boys or girls, if only if it was at getting dressed in the morning. Rules were set up, typed out, and passed around so that everybody had a copy.
The time you had to beat had to be done with more than a one minute leeway.
You had to stay in your partner's clothes all day, being as close to that person's normal behavior as possible.
You break it, you bought it.
Your overall score will be tallied up at the end of the day, with minutes added for un-genderlike behavior.
Friday night, all of the students were as sleepless and jittery as a kid whose birthday party was in the morning and they knew mommy and daddy had bough them a big surprise. Now the only question was, what would it end up being? %$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$% $%$%$%$%$%$
POST-A/N: Okay, so it was short. Sue me. The next chapter is where everything gets rolling. And Logan makes a brief appearance. Don't get too attached, though. This isn't his story.
clears throat Huummm. (sings) OOOh, thank you, oooh so much! For all of the greaaaat reviews!
Di-i-i-isss-claimer: The things, that aare iiin, this chaaaapter, are not miiiiiine! The chaaaaracteerrrs belong to sooomeone else! The soooong featured at the beginnnnning of the chaaaaap, belongs, to the band, Flogging Mollyyyyy!!!!
coughcough Okay, never mind with the singing. Never try that again, I can promise ya that much!
-Ish: Hold ya horses, sheesh! I'm goin as fast as a little bunny can, and all that crack is starting to get to me.
-Jaguar: You think the guys should win? That's actually the first we've heard. Actually, Panther and I keep jumping back and forth between kinky fun and militant feminism.
-RogueyMaximoff: No,no. Berto tends to wear Tabby's clothes on a regular basis. At least in our minds. Lovin' the laughter! It fuels my soul, and I swear I can feel it from here!
-PomegranateQueen: Yeah, them guy reviewers drive me nuts. Er... Ya know what I mean. I appreciate that you would tell me if you were a guy.
Lots of people keep asking about the Brotherhood. Keep your pants on, there gonna be in this story, just a little later. Alright, I'll give you a little spoiler- the students go to the mall to strut their cross-dressin' selves. That's where the BH comes in. Oh, and this: "blah" is Rogue singing the words to the song, and blah is just the lyrics alone. 'Kay?
We jump back in near the very end of The Devil's Dance Floor, with Remy having some personal issues.
"Oh, the apple now is sweet, oh, much sweeter than it ought to be," Rogue sang the lyrics along with the CD. Rogue didn't notice Remy's problem at first, totally absorbed (no pun intended) in getting the lipstick perfect.
"Open ya mouth a little," she instructed him. "...I don't think there is much hope for me. The sweat beneath her brow traveled all the way and headed south."
[No!] Remy thought to himself violently. [Doan look south! Dis is mo' attention dan ya've gotten from 'er since movin' in; doan blow dis. Look... past 'er!]
Unfortunately, past her was looking into the mirror, which showed him a good view of Rogue's nice, round, but not-too-big, apple-ass, barely covered by a tight mini-skirt. He unconsciously flexed his hands on her hips, drawing Rogue's attention to his situation.
"Ah am so not flattahed," she said with disgust.
Your bleeding heart's cryin' cuz there's no way out!
[An' I'm caught,] he thought. "Can' blame me f'r bein' attracted to ya, chere. 'Specially when ya practically in m' lap." He couldn't resist one more tiny squeeze of his hands, and was rewarded with feeling the muscles low in Rogue's stomach jerk.
Rogue stepped out of his hands and pulled her leg from the far side of Remy's body. She gathered up the make-up she'd been using on him and only just decided not to throw it all at his head. "Out. Ah do not have ta put up with you bein' an ovah-sexed baboon."
And Remy was kicked out without another word, for both of their health, he decided. Kurt and Kitty pretended to be busy when Rogue looked their way, wondering what they had to say so that she could try and kick them out, too. "What?"
"Nothing, nothing," they both mumbled.
"Ya thinkin' sumthin', though," Rogue pushed.
Her brother cleared his throat. "Um, vell... It seemed like you vere baiting him," he admitted. "Juzt a little."
"What's that supposed ta mean?!" Rogue demanded.
"Come on, Rogue," Kitty said. "You like practically shoved your chest right up in his face. You couldn't expect him to just like ignore you."
"So ya sayin' it's mah fault he's a pervert?" Rogue snapped.
"No," Kitty sighed. "But it's like- and don't get me wrong, this isn't like all those news reports of teenage girls being super catty to people who are, like, supposed to be their friends- but I think that this is kinda like if you're walking down a dark, deserted alley at, like, 12'o'clock at night, wearing come-screw-me clothing, don't, like, be surprised if some guy doesn't try to take advantage of that. It doesn't make the guy any less responsible for being a scumbag, but, well, you kinda helped precipitate the problem, ya know?"
"'Precipitate?'" Rogue quoted back to her.
"What? I read books too. And you were kinda doing that with Remy."
Rogue rolled her eyes. "Thank ya so much fo' ya contribution, Ms. Teen Magazine," she scoffed as she stomped out to go hit something in the weight room.
Kitty looked back at Kurt and shrugged. "She asked. Oh, and you're done."
"Finally!" he exclaimed before teleporting to the kitchen to see if they'd left him anything to eat. Thankfully, Storm had put aside a healthy protion for Kurt and had it waiting for the boy.
The time until Saturday passed quickly. All of the students were excited and chomping at the bit to prove who was better, boys or girls, if only if it was at getting dressed in the morning. Rules were set up, typed out, and passed around so that everybody had a copy.
The time you had to beat had to be done with more than a one minute leeway.
You had to stay in your partner's clothes all day, being as close to that person's normal behavior as possible.
You break it, you bought it.
Your overall score will be tallied up at the end of the day, with minutes added for un-genderlike behavior.
Friday night, all of the students were as sleepless and jittery as a kid whose birthday party was in the morning and they knew mommy and daddy had bough them a big surprise. Now the only question was, what would it end up being? %$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$% $%$%$%$%$%$
POST-A/N: Okay, so it was short. Sue me. The next chapter is where everything gets rolling. And Logan makes a brief appearance. Don't get too attached, though. This isn't his story.