Alan wasn't pleased as he stormed down to breakfast.
The discreet usage of Virgil's and Grandma's cameras wasn't 100% useful either.
Gordon was frozen, jaw practically on the floor.
Thank god Scott and Kayo weren'-
The fact he was then barrelled in a hug by that point denied such.
"Oh my god you look adorable!" Kayo gushed.
"K-Kayo..." Alan squeaked, flushing bright red.
Then the central unit bleeped, and both John and Penelope appeared.
"Hmm, never knew you could fit a dress, Alan." Penelope mused.
"Um... Apparently... Me neither..." Alan was looking away and red as a tomato by this point, fiddling with the fabric of the silk over-skirt.
Yes, Alan was in a dress, a customised pink and lilac dress.
The base was a simple pastel pink summer dress, with a knee-high wavy skirt and sleeveless top. Over this was lilac silk, making droopy sleeves edged in silver, and a long over-skirt reaching his ankles, also edged in silver. Pale indigo ribbon went around the waist, a red rose head, black rose head and white rose head bunched on the right hip in the centre of the ribbon.
On his feet were high, knife-point pumps he could actually walk in, penny-sized rosebuds matching the skirt on it..
"How can you actually walk in those?" Gordon asked.
"Half an hour upstairs - it's more walking on your toes than the heel." Alan mumbled, shifting his feet.
Scott finally arrived, and instead of taking a picture, he gave a small smile, before John obviously figured it out.
"Who played with your wardrobe?"
"I don't know! I woke up and just this was there, along with several more... Terrifying outfits..." Alan's entire head and neck was red by this point.
"One moment..." John mused, obviously moving about his terminal.
The klaxon went off, and Alan sighed in relief when it was a job for him...
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Obviously, him calling in on launch wasn't anything new, but the following lines were.
"WHO MODIFIED MY SUIT?!" his face was still red with blushing, and the laughter from Kayo displayed what had happened with the hologram.
"It's called padding, Alan, no need to worry." Kayo smiled, appearing.
"It's we~ird!" Alan whined. "Can't I sort it out after I've finished programming?"
"I doubt that - the perpetrator might've stitched it in." Kayo chuckled, obviously entertained by the feminine guise.
"MY BOOTS HAVE BLOCK HEELS!" Alan's discomfort and mortification was obvious.
"OK, might have talked with Brains." Kayo grinned.
"Arriving in twenty..." Alan grumbled.
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And OF COURSE the Hood had to be among the people there...
Kayo had immediately moved to shield Alan at the first sign of him, though the guy had paused upon the first sign of Alan.
Both having helmets off did not help.
Nor did the fact both Alan and the victim the Hood had come with had breathed in some weird gas to make them both appear to have the attitude of seven years prior to their current age, as well as sleepy - if not unconscious.
For the victim it was simple; they returned to being about twenty and had become unconscious.
Unfortunately, it made Alan like a seven-year-old, and he was very shy when it came to meeting people at that age, coupling that with the lethargy, he was also a sleepy kiddo.
So he was looking at the Hood with both infant fear and the out-of-it tiredness children can sometimes have, which had the ability of - seeing as it was Alan's cute blue eyes - rendering the guy speechless, surprised, and a hint of the common familial love that makes you want to just hug and protect the kid (A/N: I have seen this before with one of my cousins kids - believe me, it's terrifying when they grow into a cute little ten-year-old terror).
Kayo threw a kick at his head, flooring him with a bleeding (possibly broken) nose and racing for the exit dragging both teen and adult to the safety of Thunderbird 3, which she could thankfully control after securing Alan in his own seat, throwing alook over her shoulder as she glanced to see the glare the Hood held as the doors closed, one hand over his nose as he looked through the control centre's windows, mouthing something which she couldn't exactly pick out.
Settlling back in her chair as they gained the further 20 minutes to return, she crossed her arms in thought...
"Next time we'll have a bet... Consider Alan as the rather irresistable prize..."
"Oh hell." she muttered...
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XD SORRY! I just haaad to write this! As you can see, sadly its one of the Alan-centric ones, BUT OMG I HAD A DREAM WITH CROSS-DRESSED ALAN AND OMG IT JUST HAAAAD TO COME TRUE!
(of course, sorry about the end, but at least Alan didn't get kidnapped like my sadistic/macho side was whining since I'm a sucker for one-sided Hood/Alan, as well as crossdressed Alan... (APOLOGIES TO THOSE WHO DON'T REALLY LIKE THIS, BUT I COULDN'T PASS IT UP!)
Anyway, thanksu so much for reading, and I miiiight come back at some point with a new one!
Joker-inuchaaaan OUT! XD
