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A/N: Jordan: We have something awesome planned…
Me: And we can't –
Jordan: Or won't…
Me: -- tell you awesome readers what it is.
Jordan: -gloats-
Me: -shakes head sadly-
Jordan: Now, remember, folks, most of our stories are random. But this next chapter was born out of caffeine and sympathy hyperness. And the insanity we both seem to share.
Me: -nods vehemently-
Jordan: So don't hold it against us, okay? And remember to review!
Chapter Eleven – Lyn's Girlification
-One Month Later-
Jordan sat on her bed, staring at Lyn, Dean, and Sam, her eyes flat. Everything had gone back to normal. Or more like the four had not talked about it since the day Dean had gotten out of the hospital. They had taken to bottling up all their feelings and letting them out in the form of stupid jokes and pranks. Well, except for Lyn; she was even quieter than usual lately, and it was starting to drive Jordan nuts.
Lyn, as had become her custom over the past few weeks, was sitting cross-legged on the floor with her nose in a book and her dark hair falling like a screen around her face. This was mostly to mask the fact that her eyes were trained unblinkingly on a single spot on the page; she wasn't reading, just using it as a convenient excuse to pretend to ignore everyone else. She preferred to be left alone with her thoughts, and the common knowledge that she was liable to behead anyone who interrupted her while she was reading served as a pretty good deterrent to conversation.
We need to do something… something fun. To take our minds off everything. After thinking for a few minutes, Jordan grinned. "Lyn…" she began, excitement lacing her voice.
Sam and Dean looked up, their eyebrows knitted together in confusion. Lyn took advantage of the silence that followed to turn a page of her book deliberately loudly. She sensed a Jordan plan coming on, and frankly she wasn't in the mood for it. Resisting an urge to sigh heavily, she asked in a purposefully distracted murmur, "Mm?"
Dean and Sam noticed Jordan's expression and started to get more than a little suspicious.
"We should go out… TONIGHT!" She jumped up and ran to her duffel, pulling out a red halter top and a pair of leather pants. She had no idea when or where she got them, but for tonight, she knew they would be perfect.
Dean and Sam shared a look, one that said 'what the hell?' clear as a bell.
Lyn looked up at last and her eyebrows shot up, a shocked and rather revolted expression on her face. "Are you out of your freaking mind!?" she demanded before she had time to think about it. "I haven't gone anywhere on a Friday night since I left Harding, and that was only for the specific purpose of annoying the crap out of Mark, Anna, and Theo. And if you honestly think I'd be caught dead in a getup like that, you've lost your cotton-picking mind."
"Oh, come on! I really wanna go out!" Jordan went into the bathroom, the door slightly cracked. "I don't care if you go. I'm going. And I'm gonna have some fun!"
She came out a few minutes later, dressed in the clothes she had found. Sam's eyebrows rose for a second and then he looked over at Dean, who was flat-out staring, his mouth open and eyes wide.
"Smooooooth," Sam mumbled as he looked away and over to Lyn.
"You have to be freaking kidding me!" Lyn objected, standing up and staring at her sister. "As if there weren't enough pervs and psychopaths in Pierce or Searcy, you want to go out here!? By yourself!?" She almost said something about a death wish, but bit it back just in time; that wouldn't have been an appropriate comment, at the moment…
"Yes. Precisely," Jordan answered with a smirk as she pulled on a pair of knee-high leather three-inch heels.
"You're wearing that!?" Dean yelled, breaking his silence.
Sam shook his head exasperatedly. "That's what you're worrying about!? We're in BFO, Nebraska, with so many perverts and creeps that, if I had a dollar for every one I saw, I'd be filthy rich, and your girlfriend's about to go out alone, to a bar. Alone."
Jordan's eyebrows shot up as she stared at Dean and Sam, who were staring each other down.
"You are not pulling this," Lyn growled, crossing her arms and glaring at Jordan. "Not this time, Jordan, I'll freaking kill you myself. Dadburn it, why must you always try to goad me into going along with your harebrained ideas!? It's stupid and reckless!"
"Hey… I did not say you had to come. And I didn't say anything about you coming. I said something about you not having to come. If you wanna stay here and read that page for the millionth time instead of coming with me and actually having some kind of fun, then, by all means, stay."
Jordan finished her speech with a small intake of breath and a final zip up of her boots. "I'm gonna put on makeup, now."
She got up and walked into the bathroom, carrying a bag full of makeup. Dean and Sam started muttering to each other, arguing quietly so as not to get involved with the girls' fight.
"The crap you didn't!" Lyn objected, stomping after her sister and into the bathroom, leaving her book abandoned on the floor. "You said 'we should go out' and you've been trying to guilt me and make me paranoid ever since, because you know I won't let you go by yourself!"
"If you don't want me going alone, then you'd better change your clothes, sis," Jordan said with a smirk, throwing a denim, middle-of-the-thigh-length skirt and a long, blue baby-doll-type shirt with spaghetti straps at Lyn, who caught them reflexively and then grimaced.
"A skirt? Are you freaking kidding me? Augh… I hate you, Jordan, you know that, right?"
Jordan smiled sweetly. "I love you, too. Now change…" She turned around to let her sister get changed, and Lyn groaned like someone being tortured (which really, in her mind, she kind of was), held up the items she was supposed to be wearing and evaluated them with a scalding look. Heaving a sigh, she dug her cell phone and keys out of her jeans pocket and slammed them down on the bathroom counter a little harder than was strictly necessary. There were several more, metallic-type clinks that followed as some knives that had been hidden followed suit.
Anyone else on the planet, I'd murder for this. Maybe I should consider not making exceptions to that rule…
"All right, all right, I'm changed," Lyn grumbled at last, her nose wrinkled as she fidgeted with the end of the skirt she was now wearing in a vain attempt to somehow transform it into something other than a skirt. "I hope you're happy…"
Jordan turned around and her eyes almost popped out of her head. "Daaaamn… You look hot! I can't believe it! YOU HAVE LEGS! … Okay, done now," she relented under Lyn's glare. Then she flashed an evil grin and announced, "All right, let's get some makeup on, shall we? Yeah."
She started closing in on Lyn, holding an eyeliner pencil.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!" Lyn cried, holding her hands out, palms forward, as if showing that she had no weapon to an armed gunman. "Makeup, Jordan!? I don't wear makeup!"
Jordan whipped out the puppy dog eyes. "Pleeeease? I know you don't wear makeup, but I swear I don't overdo it. Just a little?"
Lyn pulled a rather pathetic sort of grimace that made her look like she was about to whine. "Okay, seriously, Jordan?" she grumbled, shifting her defensive stance to just crossing her arms. "Why, why must you torture me?"
Jordan just smiled in response and began applying eyeliner, eyeshadow, blush, and an almost clear lip gloss.
Eyes closed throughout the whole ordeal (and it was an ordeal, for her, at least), Lyn finally heaved a sigh and asked impatiently, "Are you done yet…?"
"Yes… You can open your eyes now, sunshine."
Lyn obliged, rather tentatively, and Jordan's eyebrows automatically shot up. The makeup hadn't changed a thing on her face, more like emphasized her features. Her high cheekbones were now a rosy pink; her naturally full, dark lips were plumped and only slightly shiny; her eyes looked wider; and the eyeshadow was the cherry on top. "You look amazing…"
"But I don't look like Lyn Elumo," Lyn complained halfheartedly, examining her appearance in the bathroom mirror. "I'm all… weird and girlified."
"Just for tonight… And you do look like Lyn Elumo… just… a bit different… now, let's go!" Jordan grabbed Lyn's hand before she had a chance to change her mind and pulled her out of the bathroom.
Dean and Sam's bickering was cut short when Jordan coughed and Sam looked up. Dean followed Sam's gaze and saw… Lyn? A sideways look at his brother showed that Sam seemed to be hypnotized, and Dean half couldn't blame him. Lyn looked so… girly…? Not that he had thought she was butch or anything before, but… she was wearing a skirt!
"Wow…" Sam managed to get out.
Dean leaned into Sam and said, "Dude, you're drooling."
Lyn promptly turned about a half dozen different shades of red. "See, I told you this is a horrible idea," she mumbled, shooting Jordan a dark sort of sideways look.
"Looks like he likes it to me," Jordan mumbled back, smirking. A moment later, she turned her smirk onto Dean, who she walked up to before leaning down and kissing him quickly. Then she grabbed the only purse she owned and shoved her money, cell phone, fake credit cards, and gum inside.
"Come on, Lyn! Stop ogling your beloved and grab your stuff! Whoo, partaayy!" Throwing a grin over her shoulder at the others, Jordan walked out the door.
Sam's eyes never left Lyn; he couldn't believe that it was actually her he was looking at.
"Ugh, I feel like a circus freak," Lyn grumbled. Jordan had forced her into heels, too, and she hadn't worn any in so long that she just knew her feet would all but fall off in the morning. Looking distinctly uncomfortable, Lyn picked up her own purse from where Jordan had left it lying on the bed and put her keys, wallet, and cell phone inside.
Lyn met Sam's gaze and attempted a smile which wound up being rather faint and tentative. "I – uh – I guess we'll be back whenever Jordan decides she's – uh – bored, or whatever…"
She shifted her gaze uncomfortably, brushed back a strand of hair that had fallen into her face, and followed Jordan out of the door.
"... Wow…" was just about all that either brother could manage to say.