What the Other Doesn't Know
A New Wardrobe
"Prepare to lose again Shego!" Kim Possible announced as she stood from her high ledge over the green skinned villainess and pointed down at her, other hand on her hip in a cool hero pose.
"I think not Prince..." The words died on Shego's tongue as she turned around to face her opponent only to see her dressed like...like that! "What is that?" She half hissed, half demanded.
"What is what?" Kim furrowed up her brow in confusion.
"That...that thing!" Shego raised a hand to point in horror at what she was seeing. Her eyes were wide open and unblinking.
"Is...there something stuck on it? Something weird? I did just run through about thirty of Drakken's minions," Kim said as she looked her outfit over. But the front was clean and orderly. Maybe she had something on her back? She twisted her back to Shego so the villain could see better. "Is it on my back? Do I have something sticking on my back?"
At this Shego was only rewarded to a better view of Kim's ass. Which made her blush for some reason. Which she couldn't have happening. "No. There's nothing there!" She insisted, covering her eyes with her hand but leaving her fingers a few inches apart. "It's your clothes that are the problem!"
"My clothes?" Kim turned her front back to Shego. She looked her clothes up and down. They consisted of a white crop top that was off the shoulder and black tights with nanite technology seamed into the sides. Both were really skintight, rendering little to the imagination about what was underneath. "I don't see anything wrong with them. They were given to me especially for this mission. They feel really great. Nice and flexible." Kim stretched her leg behind her back to prove this point.
Your legs look really nice and flexible. Ah! What am I thinking? "Their...their not good! Their indecent! Indecent I tell you! You shouldn't be leaving your house looking like that!" This outfit definitely showed off way more torso, shoulder, and curves on Kim than Shego had ever seen before.
"Indecent?" Kim asked, suddenly feeling self conscious. Did this outfit really reveal that much? But Monique had told her it was alright. She wrapped her arms around her chest, feeling the need to hide. "Hey, why are you peeking between your fingers then!"
"Me? Bah, I-I'm not, why would I? Like come on! And it's not p-peeking! You're my enemy! I can't take my eyes off of you!" Shego sputtered. "Now go home and change! I can't fight you like this!"
"Alright, I will! Sheesh! Stop trying to shoo me away!" Kim stomped away angrily and half embarrassed. Why had her friend let her leave the house in such an 'indecent' outfit?
Omake: A New Wardrobe, Another Outfit
"See, I told you it would work. With clothes like these, we don't have to worry about Kim ever having to fight Shego again," Monique proudly stated from where she was watching a live video feed on her desktop computer of Shego and Kim's interactions. Shego had been unable to fight the red head the moment she had entered the room. In the upper right corner of her screen Wade and Ron were there, chatting with her. "Now you both owe me ten bucks."
Wade sighed. "I guess I should have known better to never mess with a woman's intuition."
"Damn right," Monique raised her chin haughtily.
"I still don't understand why Shego was so bothered by Kim's new clothes? Was it because they were ugly? Uh, not that I think their ugly. I really like the design," Ron corrected himself when he saw Monique arch her brow. "But what was the reason? It kinda seems weird. Was it simply because these clothes were not Kim's usual outfit?" Ron asked, scratching his ear in confusion as he electronically sent the ten bucks over to Monique's bank account.
Wade and Monique exchanged looks with each other. Should they tell him? Nah, it would be better to wait until either girl figured it out. Right now they were too clueless.
"Oh, it's nothing. Now, I have that new outfit design I wanted to try out..." Monique picked up a picture of the newest project she had been working on and began to explain it to the boys.
