PRE-A/N: You know how big a dork I am, so here's your bonus chap. Enjoy. Oh
shnit! I forgot about their arm pits. They're gonna hafta shave them, too,
aren't they? Yeah... Woops.
EviltwinAlix- The idea behind the story is pretty simple: we wanted to see the students cross dress. Not that big a light bulb. The real story is behind the title. Panther and I were having lunch with two of our friends, Liz and Leslie, at the local Chinese place. I won't go into the story too much, cuz it actually happens in this story, just with Bobby, Sam, and Tabitha, instead of four teenage girls. Give it a couple of chaps. You'll laugh, I promise.
Okay, back to the fic!
Saturday morning, all of the guys took showers. Yes, even the ones who'd had a DR session and taken a shower the night before. They used conditioner in their hair and shaved their legs and- yes, again- their arm pits. The girls insisted that they be as like them as possible, remember? As you can imagine that whole scenario put the guys in great moods.
Because they didn't have to do all of the stuff the guys were being subjected to, a lot of the girls got to sleep in. That really did put them in good moods. Some had to get up to shower, but a few figured that either their little teenage boy-partner didn't shower on a regular basis, or he didn't know how to use deodorant judging by the slight funk that came off of a few of them. (A/N: I'm sorry if I'm offending anyone, but some teenage boys just have overactive hormones, and they stink, no matter how often they bathe.)
Rogue was one of the few that got up to shower, along with Jean and Tabitha, because Remy was a pretty clean person, and he always smelled good, even after he'd been working out... and he was all sweaty... and his hair was falling in his face...and his skin absolutely glistened...
Rogue turned on more cold water in her shower. She really was getting the full "guy" experience.
At breakfast, the students on kitchen duty wandered around trying to find something for the whole Institute to eat. This was harder than usual because of being in someone else's clothes; a few of the guys dealing with unusual drafts and the larger chested girls having some gravity problems. Jean was using telekinesis to hold her goods in place. Rogue had just decided to put up with it. It wasn't comfortable in the long run, but if she didn't do any running, and walked with her arms crossed, she was okay.
Logan was hungry. He walked down the hall toward the kitchen, wondering what the breakfast crew had made this morning. He hoped it was waffles; he was really in the mood for waffles. When he walked into the kitchen and several faces looked up at him, he began to seriously hope that his mind was being tampered with by Mastermind or Trask's men or Magneto or somebody, but he decided not to wait and find out. He turned right back around and took the long route to the garage. He was going to the International House of Pancakes. Pancakes were as good as waffles.
The students watched him walk back out and just shrugged. If they'd just seen what he just saw without knowing what they were seeing, they'd have been freaked out, too.
Remy was sitting at the table, because he was having some trouble "his" clothing. The boots were way too small, with heels way to high. He'd smacked his head on his doorway when he left his room, glad that nobody had seen that, and he kept wincing as he duck-walked, which might have actually have been more embarrassing than having someone see him whak his forehead on a door frame. Not to mention the aforementioned breezes where breezes were not meant to be. He was freezing, even with the gloves he'd borrowed from Rogue, and the looks he was getting from everybody else were really starting to piss him off.
And, to top it off, his make-up wasn't done, either. He had it spread out on the kitchen table next to Scott and his make-up. Cyke was looking a bright shade of red around the mouth. He sort of resembled Bozo the Clown. And then Kurt sulked in, dressed in the pink velour jogging suit.
"Here comes a blue, fuzzy, Jennifer Lopez," Remy commented.
"Vell, you look like Bondage Barbie got dropped down ze garbage disposal," the German snapped at him.
Kitty, Rahne, and Amara all came in together talking, very chipper about their extra sleep time. Two of the tree weren't even having a problem with the no bra rule. Jubilee was medium sized, so she was sure that she'd get annoyed eventually, but both Kitty and Rahne were small enough than they didn't really have to worry about it.
"I got nearly an extra hour of sleep this morning, not having to shower," Rahne grinned. She was dressed in a pair of khakis with cargo pockets, and a blue T-shirt that really wasn't supposed to be as baggy as it was.
"Me, too," Amara smiled, flipping up the ends of the long, flannel cut-off vest over the white T, and putting her hands in the pockets of the faded jeans she'd borrowed from Sam. "But then, I've always thought Americans bathed too much."
Rahne nodded her agreement.
"I had to get up cuz Kurt said he like takes that long to de-tangle his fur," Kitty said. The jeans she was wearing weren't too loose, but she kept having to push up the sleeves of the red sweater. "But I still got to sleep, like, a half-an-hour later than usual."
After a few more moments of late arrivals and many of the guys failing the girls time miserably--it was the make-up that kept tripping them up—it was Roberto that saved the boys, who actually made it by thirteen seconds. Everyone grabbed their warmed up concrete, otherwise known as badly made instant oatmeal and split up to watch Saturday morning cartoons and so whatever else they felt like it, or had to because they were girls/guys now. Except for Rogue, who had kind of tried to cheat, but Remy caught her.
"Chere, is dat eyeliner?"
"What eye liner?" she asked, turning away from him.
"Come on," he said. "I gotta wear dis crap, you doan get to."
Rogue growled and gritted her teeth. She grabbed the collar of Remy's "Lucky 13" shirt and wiped away the black kohl. "Happy now?"
"Oui, I c'n see ya now."
"Oh, yeah, well...ya hose got a run in 'em."
He looked down at the five inches of fishnets that could be seen between the thigh high boots and short vinyl skirt, and sure enough there was a snag in his borrowed tights. He just shrugged to piss Rogue off royally.
"Doan like panty hose of any kind," he said. "Too much work t' get of ya. Doin' us both a favor takin' 'em outta commission."
Scott made a disgusted noise after he put a spoonful of oatmeal in his mouth. "Ulgh. My breakfast tastes like lipstick!"
Jean was currently trying to pour ketsup on her self-made scrabled eggs, because she didn't even want to think about putting that crap in her body. The eggs were covered, but she couldn't tell very well with Scott's glasses on.
Tabitha strolled in last, the only female who still looked like herself. Small slutty T-shirt? Check. Tight pants? Check. No bra? Double check.
"Oh mah gawd," Rogue shook her head in disgust. "Tabitha, you suck."
Tabitha grinned wickedly at Rogue, looking her up and down. "I think his clothes are going to your head, Rogue." She realized that she'd just done an innuendo, too, and grinned wider.
Remy laughed, before his attention drifted back to Rogue's make-up lying on the table. He was having at it as best as he could remember, with Jamie sitting across from him, sulking.
"I hate this," he said. "I'm just not cut out to be a transvestite."
"Where'd you learn that word?" Tabitha asked, trying to decide if she wanted the oatmeal or if she should fend for herself this morning.
"The Rocky Horror Picture Show, and Eddie Izzard," Jamie answered. He was currently dressed in a blue mini-skirt and a white halter top, his make-up was a little smeared, and he had his knees tightly shut. Scott, however, did not.
"Hey, Scott!" Tabitha opened up the heckleing. "You auditioning for the sequel to Braveheart? That takes a lot of balls!"
Scott hurumphed and shut his knees.
"No, no," Rogue joined in the teasing. "Sequel ta The Full Monty! Strut it, Scotty!"
Jean sighed and sent a glare toward her boyfriend, even though nobody could see it. "Scott, at least try to be ladylike."
"See Kurt?" Kitty asked. "Aren't you glad you're in pants?"
"You have like no idea," Kurt mocked her.
"Keep it up, buddy," she warned him. "You haven't put your make-up on, either."
After trying and failing to ingest any of the oatmeal, Rogue decided to go for Pop-Tarts. Unfortunately, they were on the top shelf in one of the cabinets, and all of the chairs were taken. She refused to ask Jean to help her telekinetically, so she was going to have to make a jump for them. She managed to get the box, but the landing was a little painful.
"Shit!" she cussed, drawing attention to herself.
Laughter and teasing filled the room when they realized what the problem was.
"It's be like easier to jump if you went under the knife, Rogue," Kitty teased.
"He wouldn't even let ya wear a sports bra?" Rahne chimed in. "No wonder ya lower than usual."
Lots more laughter at that, and a good couple of cat-calls from the Remy area. Rogue glared at everyone at the table.
"Thank ya very much President an' Vice President o' the Itty Bitty Titty Committee."
Now everybody was laughing at the other two girls, thus getting the heat off of Rogue, which was what she wanted. &&&&&&&&&&&&&& &&&&& &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&
POST-A/N: So, what did you think? Yes, they'll be going to the mall in the next chapter, I promise.
EviltwinAlix- The idea behind the story is pretty simple: we wanted to see the students cross dress. Not that big a light bulb. The real story is behind the title. Panther and I were having lunch with two of our friends, Liz and Leslie, at the local Chinese place. I won't go into the story too much, cuz it actually happens in this story, just with Bobby, Sam, and Tabitha, instead of four teenage girls. Give it a couple of chaps. You'll laugh, I promise.
Okay, back to the fic!
Saturday morning, all of the guys took showers. Yes, even the ones who'd had a DR session and taken a shower the night before. They used conditioner in their hair and shaved their legs and- yes, again- their arm pits. The girls insisted that they be as like them as possible, remember? As you can imagine that whole scenario put the guys in great moods.
Because they didn't have to do all of the stuff the guys were being subjected to, a lot of the girls got to sleep in. That really did put them in good moods. Some had to get up to shower, but a few figured that either their little teenage boy-partner didn't shower on a regular basis, or he didn't know how to use deodorant judging by the slight funk that came off of a few of them. (A/N: I'm sorry if I'm offending anyone, but some teenage boys just have overactive hormones, and they stink, no matter how often they bathe.)
Rogue was one of the few that got up to shower, along with Jean and Tabitha, because Remy was a pretty clean person, and he always smelled good, even after he'd been working out... and he was all sweaty... and his hair was falling in his face...and his skin absolutely glistened...
Rogue turned on more cold water in her shower. She really was getting the full "guy" experience.
At breakfast, the students on kitchen duty wandered around trying to find something for the whole Institute to eat. This was harder than usual because of being in someone else's clothes; a few of the guys dealing with unusual drafts and the larger chested girls having some gravity problems. Jean was using telekinesis to hold her goods in place. Rogue had just decided to put up with it. It wasn't comfortable in the long run, but if she didn't do any running, and walked with her arms crossed, she was okay.
Logan was hungry. He walked down the hall toward the kitchen, wondering what the breakfast crew had made this morning. He hoped it was waffles; he was really in the mood for waffles. When he walked into the kitchen and several faces looked up at him, he began to seriously hope that his mind was being tampered with by Mastermind or Trask's men or Magneto or somebody, but he decided not to wait and find out. He turned right back around and took the long route to the garage. He was going to the International House of Pancakes. Pancakes were as good as waffles.
The students watched him walk back out and just shrugged. If they'd just seen what he just saw without knowing what they were seeing, they'd have been freaked out, too.
Remy was sitting at the table, because he was having some trouble "his" clothing. The boots were way too small, with heels way to high. He'd smacked his head on his doorway when he left his room, glad that nobody had seen that, and he kept wincing as he duck-walked, which might have actually have been more embarrassing than having someone see him whak his forehead on a door frame. Not to mention the aforementioned breezes where breezes were not meant to be. He was freezing, even with the gloves he'd borrowed from Rogue, and the looks he was getting from everybody else were really starting to piss him off.
And, to top it off, his make-up wasn't done, either. He had it spread out on the kitchen table next to Scott and his make-up. Cyke was looking a bright shade of red around the mouth. He sort of resembled Bozo the Clown. And then Kurt sulked in, dressed in the pink velour jogging suit.
"Here comes a blue, fuzzy, Jennifer Lopez," Remy commented.
"Vell, you look like Bondage Barbie got dropped down ze garbage disposal," the German snapped at him.
Kitty, Rahne, and Amara all came in together talking, very chipper about their extra sleep time. Two of the tree weren't even having a problem with the no bra rule. Jubilee was medium sized, so she was sure that she'd get annoyed eventually, but both Kitty and Rahne were small enough than they didn't really have to worry about it.
"I got nearly an extra hour of sleep this morning, not having to shower," Rahne grinned. She was dressed in a pair of khakis with cargo pockets, and a blue T-shirt that really wasn't supposed to be as baggy as it was.
"Me, too," Amara smiled, flipping up the ends of the long, flannel cut-off vest over the white T, and putting her hands in the pockets of the faded jeans she'd borrowed from Sam. "But then, I've always thought Americans bathed too much."
Rahne nodded her agreement.
"I had to get up cuz Kurt said he like takes that long to de-tangle his fur," Kitty said. The jeans she was wearing weren't too loose, but she kept having to push up the sleeves of the red sweater. "But I still got to sleep, like, a half-an-hour later than usual."
After a few more moments of late arrivals and many of the guys failing the girls time miserably--it was the make-up that kept tripping them up—it was Roberto that saved the boys, who actually made it by thirteen seconds. Everyone grabbed their warmed up concrete, otherwise known as badly made instant oatmeal and split up to watch Saturday morning cartoons and so whatever else they felt like it, or had to because they were girls/guys now. Except for Rogue, who had kind of tried to cheat, but Remy caught her.
"Chere, is dat eyeliner?"
"What eye liner?" she asked, turning away from him.
"Come on," he said. "I gotta wear dis crap, you doan get to."
Rogue growled and gritted her teeth. She grabbed the collar of Remy's "Lucky 13" shirt and wiped away the black kohl. "Happy now?"
"Oui, I c'n see ya now."
"Oh, yeah, well...ya hose got a run in 'em."
He looked down at the five inches of fishnets that could be seen between the thigh high boots and short vinyl skirt, and sure enough there was a snag in his borrowed tights. He just shrugged to piss Rogue off royally.
"Doan like panty hose of any kind," he said. "Too much work t' get of ya. Doin' us both a favor takin' 'em outta commission."
Scott made a disgusted noise after he put a spoonful of oatmeal in his mouth. "Ulgh. My breakfast tastes like lipstick!"
Jean was currently trying to pour ketsup on her self-made scrabled eggs, because she didn't even want to think about putting that crap in her body. The eggs were covered, but she couldn't tell very well with Scott's glasses on.
Tabitha strolled in last, the only female who still looked like herself. Small slutty T-shirt? Check. Tight pants? Check. No bra? Double check.
"Oh mah gawd," Rogue shook her head in disgust. "Tabitha, you suck."
Tabitha grinned wickedly at Rogue, looking her up and down. "I think his clothes are going to your head, Rogue." She realized that she'd just done an innuendo, too, and grinned wider.
Remy laughed, before his attention drifted back to Rogue's make-up lying on the table. He was having at it as best as he could remember, with Jamie sitting across from him, sulking.
"I hate this," he said. "I'm just not cut out to be a transvestite."
"Where'd you learn that word?" Tabitha asked, trying to decide if she wanted the oatmeal or if she should fend for herself this morning.
"The Rocky Horror Picture Show, and Eddie Izzard," Jamie answered. He was currently dressed in a blue mini-skirt and a white halter top, his make-up was a little smeared, and he had his knees tightly shut. Scott, however, did not.
"Hey, Scott!" Tabitha opened up the heckleing. "You auditioning for the sequel to Braveheart? That takes a lot of balls!"
Scott hurumphed and shut his knees.
"No, no," Rogue joined in the teasing. "Sequel ta The Full Monty! Strut it, Scotty!"
Jean sighed and sent a glare toward her boyfriend, even though nobody could see it. "Scott, at least try to be ladylike."
"See Kurt?" Kitty asked. "Aren't you glad you're in pants?"
"You have like no idea," Kurt mocked her.
"Keep it up, buddy," she warned him. "You haven't put your make-up on, either."
After trying and failing to ingest any of the oatmeal, Rogue decided to go for Pop-Tarts. Unfortunately, they were on the top shelf in one of the cabinets, and all of the chairs were taken. She refused to ask Jean to help her telekinetically, so she was going to have to make a jump for them. She managed to get the box, but the landing was a little painful.
"Shit!" she cussed, drawing attention to herself.
Laughter and teasing filled the room when they realized what the problem was.
"It's be like easier to jump if you went under the knife, Rogue," Kitty teased.
"He wouldn't even let ya wear a sports bra?" Rahne chimed in. "No wonder ya lower than usual."
Lots more laughter at that, and a good couple of cat-calls from the Remy area. Rogue glared at everyone at the table.
"Thank ya very much President an' Vice President o' the Itty Bitty Titty Committee."
Now everybody was laughing at the other two girls, thus getting the heat off of Rogue, which was what she wanted. &&&&&&&&&&&&&& &&&&& &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&
POST-A/N: So, what did you think? Yes, they'll be going to the mall in the next chapter, I promise.