PRE-A/N: I would just like to say that I love you all! Sometimes, you all
are the only reason I keep writing and not resign myself to the horrible
future of a real job. Who the hell would want that!?!
-bobtheheadlesschicken: Ya need to be a little more clear in your reviews, there, dude. I couldn't understand a word you typed!
-Ish: Yeah, I get whattcha mean. And more squish and yum and yay to come. Hey, that rhymed! I'm tellin' ya, it's all that bunny crack.
-MeWhoExactlyWhat: You bunny hopped across the room bra-less? Because of this fic? I think I can speak for Panther and say that we are so flattered! A little creeped out, but mostly flattered. I actually just tried the jumping, and it doesn't really hurt so much as it's not very comfortable. Ah, well.
-pyros-gal: Thank you so much for putting me on your fave author's list. I'm very flattered and happy and, if you could see me, you'd know that I'm all glowy and filled with joy! But, remember, this was a team effort between me and Panther Nesmith. You should go read some of her stuff if you haven't already. If ya think this is funny, Panther's SOUS will have you rolling.
I'd just like to say, that is apparently not accepting astric symbols anymore, cuz there were supposed to be a couple in the last chap around the lyrics of the song. Any idea what's goin' on there?
We join our favorite... the mutants that we've been studying in this story so far, back in the kitchen, Rogue with her Pop-Tarts, and everyone having a nice chuckle at the "Prez and VP of the Itty Bitty Titty Committee" comment. (Everybody really seemed to get a kick outta that.)
Rogue walked back to the table and stood at one end of the table next to her brother's chair. Finally, Scott got up out of his chair to go to the bathroom, so she could have a seat to eat her Pop-Tarts. Unfortunately, the seat was right next to Remy, oh joy. Regardless, Rogue sat down, crossing her legs. Remy smacked her foot, thereby uncrossing them from that way too girly position. Rogue scowled at him and recrossed them, but this time in a much more guy fashion.
Amara was already tired of having to keep moving the flannel vest out of the way. First she'd sat on it, and now it was drooping down one arm. "Arrgh! You have crappy taste in clothes, Sam!"
Sam was busy adjusting "his" tube top and glared right back at her. "An' yo taste is so much bettah? Ah look even mo' like Ah grew up in a trailah!"
There was much laughter at that pronouncement, but Rogue had something to say to that.
"Okay, you look like trailah trash?" she asked, gesturing to what she was wearing.
"Hey!" Remy exclaimed, very offended. "I do not dress like trailer trash!"
"Says the guy who insists his weak-ass goatee is stylish," she quipped back.
"T'ank you, Miz Got'ic Beauty, t'inking dat purple an' green go t'gether."
"Stop it, both of you!" Jean commanded before Rogue challenged her partner to pistols at high noon. "The immaturity level in here has sky rocketed. Grow up!"
"Jeannie, don't let Scott's clothes go to your head," Rahne warned, drawing a few chuckles from around the table. -------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------
After wandering around for a few hours in drag, not quite knowing what to do with themselves and being very bored, they took a pole and decided to go to the mall. It was the only place they could think of to go that would be a true test of temporary masculinity or femininity. And, hopefully, no one would recognize them when they did come back, weeks, maybe even months into the future.
Kurt thought he'd be getting away with the outfit he was in because of his holo-watch. "Ha-HA!" he pointed at Kitty in triumph. "Nobody vill see me in zis with my holo-watch on! Ha-ha-ha-HA!"
"The jokes on you, blue boy," Kitty smirked. "Remember yesterday when you couldn't find your watch from like four'o'clock to like eight? Well Jean drove me over to Forge's house and he made sure that it would like project the pink jogging suit, too. HA! How do ya like them apples?"
He turned on his watch and looked in the hall mirror. He looked human, in a pink, fuzzy jogging suit. "I hate you," Kurt sulked.
No one was with their partner once they'd reached the mall, Jean made sure of it. The girls were banned from Claire's and other such stores, while the guys were forced into them. They weren't allowed at the arcade, or the video game stores, but Suncoast was neutral. The girls all had to play at least one arcade game, and look through the PS2 games.
A few of the guys went to Victoria's Secret, where they were receiving quite a few weird looks from the clerks. Bobby was drawn over to a bra with butterflies on the straps. He was trying hard to imagine how it would look filled with boobs. Ray had found a corset like one he'd seen in Tabitha's drawer. Not that he'd ever admit to being in Tabitha's dresser, on pain of having to run Danger Room sessions for two weeks, but he had seen it.
Roberto was actually in a dressing room trying on a garter belt, which he planned on passing over to Tabby once today was over. After all, it was her thigh-highs that kept rolling down. He simply did not have women's legs, even if he was in women's clothes.
Rogue had gone into Hot Topic, since it was androgynous. She was looking around when one of the sales girl that Rogue knew found her.
"Can I help- Oh! Hey, Rogue," she said. "I almost didn't recognize you. Going casz (A/N: short for 'casual') today?"
"Hi Tawnie," Rogue said. "Ah'm winnin' a bet."
"Well, you're forgiven then," Tawnie teased. "Are you looking for anything in particular?"
"Does anybody evah come in here lookin' fo' somethin' in particulah?" Rogue asked.
Tawnie laughed. "True. You know the drill, then."
"Call ya if Ah need ya," Rogue promised, going to another kiosk.
Remy was sitting uncomfortably in the food court. It had to be the make-up, because he was in a pissed off, antisocial mood. People kept staring at him and laughing. A group of five guys were actually pointing and laughing. And cat calling. Remy gave them the one fingered wave. He was used to having girls -yeah, even a few guys- staring, but the laughing and pointing were starting to get to him.
[De urge t' have sex wit' Rogue is diminishin' real real fast,] he thought to himself.
Sam was in Claire's feeling really stupid. The looks were really getting to the generally unconfident teenager. He kept scanning the crowd to make sure that nobody was out-and-out laughing at him.
Jamie was there with him, looking at the wide assortment of jewelry. "It's rungs and rungs of the same stuff," the boy observed.
"Ah think girls feel like they gotta buy back-ups," Sam imparted, jerking his eyes away from staring at some girl's boyfriend across the store.
Jean and Kitty were down the mall in the arcade. Jean was picking the guy counter's brain for gaming secrets, while Kitty was just naturally kicking all. Jean finally found her nitch in a good old fashioned pinball game, and found that she was actually having fun.
Scott was sitting, sulking, at one of the tables set up outside Gloria Jean's when Taryn passed. She looked right at him for a long time as she walked by. She went and ordered a skim...something or other. Scott groaned, praying she'd keep walking down to the other end of the mall, not wanting to be seen with the creepy cross-dresser. Oh, please? Oh pretty please? No such luck. 000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 0000000000000000000000000000000000000
POST-A/N: Just a forewarning- SQUISH is the word I use when a there's a cute, romantic couple and cute, romantic things are happening.
-bobtheheadlesschicken: Ya need to be a little more clear in your reviews, there, dude. I couldn't understand a word you typed!
-Ish: Yeah, I get whattcha mean. And more squish and yum and yay to come. Hey, that rhymed! I'm tellin' ya, it's all that bunny crack.
-MeWhoExactlyWhat: You bunny hopped across the room bra-less? Because of this fic? I think I can speak for Panther and say that we are so flattered! A little creeped out, but mostly flattered. I actually just tried the jumping, and it doesn't really hurt so much as it's not very comfortable. Ah, well.
-pyros-gal: Thank you so much for putting me on your fave author's list. I'm very flattered and happy and, if you could see me, you'd know that I'm all glowy and filled with joy! But, remember, this was a team effort between me and Panther Nesmith. You should go read some of her stuff if you haven't already. If ya think this is funny, Panther's SOUS will have you rolling.
I'd just like to say, that is apparently not accepting astric symbols anymore, cuz there were supposed to be a couple in the last chap around the lyrics of the song. Any idea what's goin' on there?
We join our favorite... the mutants that we've been studying in this story so far, back in the kitchen, Rogue with her Pop-Tarts, and everyone having a nice chuckle at the "Prez and VP of the Itty Bitty Titty Committee" comment. (Everybody really seemed to get a kick outta that.)
Rogue walked back to the table and stood at one end of the table next to her brother's chair. Finally, Scott got up out of his chair to go to the bathroom, so she could have a seat to eat her Pop-Tarts. Unfortunately, the seat was right next to Remy, oh joy. Regardless, Rogue sat down, crossing her legs. Remy smacked her foot, thereby uncrossing them from that way too girly position. Rogue scowled at him and recrossed them, but this time in a much more guy fashion.
Amara was already tired of having to keep moving the flannel vest out of the way. First she'd sat on it, and now it was drooping down one arm. "Arrgh! You have crappy taste in clothes, Sam!"
Sam was busy adjusting "his" tube top and glared right back at her. "An' yo taste is so much bettah? Ah look even mo' like Ah grew up in a trailah!"
There was much laughter at that pronouncement, but Rogue had something to say to that.
"Okay, you look like trailah trash?" she asked, gesturing to what she was wearing.
"Hey!" Remy exclaimed, very offended. "I do not dress like trailer trash!"
"Says the guy who insists his weak-ass goatee is stylish," she quipped back.
"T'ank you, Miz Got'ic Beauty, t'inking dat purple an' green go t'gether."
"Stop it, both of you!" Jean commanded before Rogue challenged her partner to pistols at high noon. "The immaturity level in here has sky rocketed. Grow up!"
"Jeannie, don't let Scott's clothes go to your head," Rahne warned, drawing a few chuckles from around the table. -------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------
After wandering around for a few hours in drag, not quite knowing what to do with themselves and being very bored, they took a pole and decided to go to the mall. It was the only place they could think of to go that would be a true test of temporary masculinity or femininity. And, hopefully, no one would recognize them when they did come back, weeks, maybe even months into the future.
Kurt thought he'd be getting away with the outfit he was in because of his holo-watch. "Ha-HA!" he pointed at Kitty in triumph. "Nobody vill see me in zis with my holo-watch on! Ha-ha-ha-HA!"
"The jokes on you, blue boy," Kitty smirked. "Remember yesterday when you couldn't find your watch from like four'o'clock to like eight? Well Jean drove me over to Forge's house and he made sure that it would like project the pink jogging suit, too. HA! How do ya like them apples?"
He turned on his watch and looked in the hall mirror. He looked human, in a pink, fuzzy jogging suit. "I hate you," Kurt sulked.
No one was with their partner once they'd reached the mall, Jean made sure of it. The girls were banned from Claire's and other such stores, while the guys were forced into them. They weren't allowed at the arcade, or the video game stores, but Suncoast was neutral. The girls all had to play at least one arcade game, and look through the PS2 games.
A few of the guys went to Victoria's Secret, where they were receiving quite a few weird looks from the clerks. Bobby was drawn over to a bra with butterflies on the straps. He was trying hard to imagine how it would look filled with boobs. Ray had found a corset like one he'd seen in Tabitha's drawer. Not that he'd ever admit to being in Tabitha's dresser, on pain of having to run Danger Room sessions for two weeks, but he had seen it.
Roberto was actually in a dressing room trying on a garter belt, which he planned on passing over to Tabby once today was over. After all, it was her thigh-highs that kept rolling down. He simply did not have women's legs, even if he was in women's clothes.
Rogue had gone into Hot Topic, since it was androgynous. She was looking around when one of the sales girl that Rogue knew found her.
"Can I help- Oh! Hey, Rogue," she said. "I almost didn't recognize you. Going casz (A/N: short for 'casual') today?"
"Hi Tawnie," Rogue said. "Ah'm winnin' a bet."
"Well, you're forgiven then," Tawnie teased. "Are you looking for anything in particular?"
"Does anybody evah come in here lookin' fo' somethin' in particulah?" Rogue asked.
Tawnie laughed. "True. You know the drill, then."
"Call ya if Ah need ya," Rogue promised, going to another kiosk.
Remy was sitting uncomfortably in the food court. It had to be the make-up, because he was in a pissed off, antisocial mood. People kept staring at him and laughing. A group of five guys were actually pointing and laughing. And cat calling. Remy gave them the one fingered wave. He was used to having girls -yeah, even a few guys- staring, but the laughing and pointing were starting to get to him.
[De urge t' have sex wit' Rogue is diminishin' real real fast,] he thought to himself.
Sam was in Claire's feeling really stupid. The looks were really getting to the generally unconfident teenager. He kept scanning the crowd to make sure that nobody was out-and-out laughing at him.
Jamie was there with him, looking at the wide assortment of jewelry. "It's rungs and rungs of the same stuff," the boy observed.
"Ah think girls feel like they gotta buy back-ups," Sam imparted, jerking his eyes away from staring at some girl's boyfriend across the store.
Jean and Kitty were down the mall in the arcade. Jean was picking the guy counter's brain for gaming secrets, while Kitty was just naturally kicking all. Jean finally found her nitch in a good old fashioned pinball game, and found that she was actually having fun.
Scott was sitting, sulking, at one of the tables set up outside Gloria Jean's when Taryn passed. She looked right at him for a long time as she walked by. She went and ordered a skim...something or other. Scott groaned, praying she'd keep walking down to the other end of the mall, not wanting to be seen with the creepy cross-dresser. Oh, please? Oh pretty please? No such luck. 000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 0000000000000000000000000000000000000
POST-A/N: Just a forewarning- SQUISH is the word I use when a there's a cute, romantic couple and cute, romantic things are happening.