Whoa ho! I've been slow in the updates. I know this to be true, and I ask that you forgive me. I've been busy….. really busy, but I have not forgotten this fic. I will make it my duty to complete this story.

So I know everything seems to be going slow, which it is, but I do not like stories that rush into the plot. You should note that the plot is close( like next two chapters or less close). It's coming and it will be ha ha ha funny.

AN: In the show, There isn't much Gibby and Freddie interaction, at least not enough to be able to write a specific way for them to have conversations together. But I think I did a pretty good job in this chapter. As the story progresses, their conversations will get funnier and more…. iCarlyish. I want Gibby to be the one to help Freddie come to an understanding about his budding attraction towards Sam. Those scenes will be so much fun to write.

disclaimer: no owe

ignore the grammar mistakes they will be fixed.

iCross Dress

Ch5. Reflecting One's Feminine Side

"So what do you think?" Spencer smirked as he backed away from Gibby's face. He rubbed the palms of his hands over his jeans then narrowed his eyes in concentration. "There needs to be more shadowing under the eyebrows." He mumbled insightfully. "Well?" He turned his gaze towards his sister. For the past three and a half hours he had been sculpting masks for Gibby's and Freddie's faces. The masks, of course, were not top notch, but that was to be expected, considering he had only been given four hours to create them. The two nubs had to be present at the camp by eight o clock that night. If they were to arrive any later, the whole plan would fall through. So Spencer had made prototype masks, figuring he could make the real ones tomorrow.

"Wow spence, I- I don't know what to say." Carly stuttered as she stared at her two friends. They were sitting Indian style on top of the island in the kitchen.

"Weeellllll?" Spencer blinked, waiting for his sister's answer.

Carly still wasn't fully responding.

"They're horrible aren't they?" The artist frowned. "Ya gotta give me some cheese, Carly. You only gave me four hours to-"

"No…. they're amazing, I mean, I'm totally at a loss for words." Carly said and reached out to touch the end of Gibby's nose. "You actually made them look like girls." She started to grin. She looked at Freddie. "Freddie is almost…..he's almost attractive."

"Are you serious?" The nerd asked, completely shocked.

"Take a look for yourself?" Carly said as she handed him a mirror.

Freddie took it cautiously. When he saw his reflection his eyes widened. He really did look like a female. Spencer had intricately sculpted out a thin and petite nose. Light makeup gave the illusion that he had high cheek bones. The rubbery clay around his mouth made his lips appear full and pink. But what really amazed Freddie were the cute freckles speckled over the top of his nose. The nub touched the side of his face and whispered, "Goodness."

"Your like a six on a ten point hottie scale." Carly smirked.

Freddie beamed. "That's over fifty percent!" He cheered proudly, but then a thought dawned on him, and he became serious. "Wait, I shouldn't be happy about being a semi-attractive girl, should I?" He looked at Spencer.

The adult shrugged. "I'd be delighted."

"What about me, Carly?" Gibby asked.

Carly smiled uneasily. Gibby looked like a girl, but his gibbyness seeped through his artificial, female features. Sam wasn't a fool; so Carly hoped that her blonde friend wouldn't become suspicious, but this was still only a prototype. Spencer would definitely perfect the mask by tomorrow night. "I'd say you were a two or a one and a half, a zero maybe." She concluded with, "You're definitely a negative one."

Gibby stared at the girl, and for a moment he seemed genuinely hurt, but then he pumped his fist into the air and said, "Alright, at least I'm not a five."

"Right." Spencer sighed to himself. "So is this ok?"

"It's better then ok." Carly bounced on her heels. "It's perfect." She stopped "Well, it's perfect for Freddie."

"I knew you'd say that." The sculptor whined as he glared at Gibby.

…

"Ok, so why am I wearing a hippie costume!" Freddie complained. He, Carly, and Gibby were currently in the studio.

"It's not a hippie costume Freddie. It's just a broom skirt." Carly replied as she rolled up her sleeves. "Come here, I need to make a few minor adjustments." Freddie stepped forward and she kneeled down beside him.

Freddie looked down at the long flowing article of clothing. "Ughhhhhhh." he groaned. This was not what he had in mind.

"What's wrong with you?" Carly snapped.

"Nothing." The boy answered, fidgeting where he stood.

"If there was nothing wrong with you, you wouldn't have 'ughhhhhhhhed' like that."

"It's just that I expected to wear something less girly."

The girl cracked a grin. "Well, then you're a dummy." She said while tugging on the end of his skirt.

The nerd crossed his arms over his chest and pouted.

Carly ignored him. "I like this outfit on you. It makes you seem mysterious."

"Mysterious?" Freddie repeated and cocked an eyebrow. He stared down at Carly, watching her while she worked. "You're just saying that. How does a hippie, broom skirt make someone look mysterious?"

"The white and purple makes the skirt feel very modest, but the black penny-tee is edgy." She smiled up at the boy. "Trust me it's mysterious."

"Ow!" Freddie suddenly jumped. "Watch where you're pricking that pin."

"Sorry." Carly giggled sheepishly. "You know what else?"

"What?" Freddie asked. He was growing slightly annoyed.

"This outfit somehow draws out your tech geek attributes too." Carly slowly stood to her feet. She looked over her geeky friend until something clicked inside her head. "If you were a girl Freddie, you would dress like this." She decided. "This isn't just a disguise, it's a reflection of your feminine side."

The dork stared at his female friend as if she were a nutcase. "I think your having too much fun with this."

"You have no idea." She smirked.

A cold chill went down Freddie's spine, but he shrugged it off. "Is this all I'm going to be wearing?"

"I packed you two more skirts and three more tops as well as a pair of pants and some pajama's."

"Thanks mom." Freddie said sarcastically. He walked over to his cart of electronic gadgets.

"Oh, and I got you these." Carly smirked as she pulled a pair of fake boobs out from under her shirt.

Freddie's eyes widened. "I knew all along your boobs weren't that big."

"Oh shut up!" Carly replied and threw the jelly looking sacs at Freddie's face.

He caught them and flinched at the same time. It looked like he was juggling.

"I gave Gibby a bundle of random dresses." Carly said as she watched her friend freak out with the fake boobs in his hands. "He's trying them on right now."

"Why all dresses?" He said as he slowly slipped the sacs down his shirt. The moment should have been awkward, but it surprisingly wasn't.

"At the camp, he'll probably end up being the weird outcast that everyone ignores and or hates; so I didn't put much thought into his outfits."

"I guess that makes sense." The boy chuckled.

"Just make sure he doesn't walk around topless…..please."

Freddie's eyes widened. "Maybe I should have picked someone else to accompany me on this mission."

"Gibby will be fine. But now, let's work on your hair." Carly walked over to the other side of the studio and pulled out some wigs that were tucked neatly under the hood of the prop car.

"Are those sanitary?" The dork immediately asked.

Carly didn't answer. She made him try on three wigs. The first one was blonde and curly. The second one was red and wavy, and the third one was dark brown and straight. Freddie chose the brown one.

"I like the bangs." He shrugged as he looked at himself in the mirror. The bangs ran across his forehead like an Asian haircut. It was a pleasant wig. It was very long, reaching down to the end of Freddie's back.

Carly stared at him completely dumbfounded. "You should have been born a girl Freddie."

"I can't accept that as a compliment!" The nub freaked. He was extremely offended.

Gibby walked out from behind the stage at that same moment wearing a yellow sundress.

"What took you so long, Gibs?" Carly asked. Freddie was just as curious.

"This is the only dress that fits."

"Of course." Carly sighed.

"Boobs!" Gibby shouted and pointed a finger at Freddie. "Freddie has boobs!"

"They're not real. Calm down." Freddie laughed and slipped a sac out of his shirt. Gibby made a face then screamed when Freddie threw the sac towards him.

"Hey, those are expensive. Don't toss them around. They're not toys!" Carly complained "Here Gibby." She said while handing him the red wig. "Try this on and see how it looks. I'm going to find you some more dresses." She quickly stalked out of the studio.

"What do you think?" Gibby asked once he pulled the wig on top of his head.

"It strangely suits you." Freddie answered truthfully.

"Ya know, if someone, besides Spencer or Carly, were to find you and me in this room dressed up like this, they'd probably jump to very bad conclusions."

The technician twitched.

"But that outfit suits you," Gibby went on. "It makes you look mysterious." He said, making his voice sound mystical.

"That's what Carly said." Freddie scoffed. "You both don't know what you're talking about."

"Maybe not…so have you come up with a name yet?" Gibby asked as he played with the sequence on his dress.

"A name for what?" Freddie asked, and pushed himself up off of his cart.

"A name For yourself. You can't exactly call yourself Freddie, especially not while you're wearing a skirt and makeup." The chubby nub stated. He semi rolled his eyes.

"Oh, no I haven't." The dark haired boy rubbed his chin. "Hmmmmm, I've always liked the name Shasha."

"You look more like a flora to me." Gibby declared.

"Flora?"

"Yah. Flora."

"Why flora?"

"Because."

Freddie knew he wasn't going to get a better answer than that. "So I should call myself flora?"

"Yes."

Freddie opened his mouth to say one more thing, but in the end he didn't really care what he was called.

"What do I look like to you?" Gibby asked.

Freddie looked at him closely. He looked like a read headed bumble bee. Yellow was not Gibby's color. "Gabby." He smirked. "You look like a Gabby."

"Are you sure because I was thinking more on the lines of glinda."

"No, you're a Gabby."

"But that's really close to gibby."

"Yah it is."

"But my cousin's name is Gabby."

"You're point being…"

"I'll just ask carly."

"She'll say the same thing."

There was a weird, but not awkward, silence.

"So why are we doing this again?" Gibby patted down the top of his new hair piece as he walked over to one of the bean bags. I heard this was your idea." He dropped into the seat.

"It was." The boy replied and relaxed once more on his cart.

"So?" Gibby spread out his hands. He wanted an answer.

"Were trying to save iCarly Gibby. That's why we're doing this."

"But isn't this a little extreme."

Freddie blinked

"I mean, couldn't you just sneak over to the camp and install some cameras on Sam's clothes or something. You've got a lot of gizmos. You could give her an ear piece and a small mic to communicate with."

Freddie had nothing to say.

"I don't know," Gibby continued, "that just seems more practical to me then dressing up like a girl and sneaking over to a camp where we could possibly get the chiz knocked out of us by some she-hooligans."

"When did you become so perceptive?" Freddie asked, confused and annoyed. He had not expected Gibby to spout off what most folks would deem as 'common sense.'

"I'm not being perceptive. I'm just being realistic, I guess I just feel like you're going out of your way to help Sam, and I honestly want to know why."

"I don't know why Gibby, and even if I did know why, I highly doubt it would be an interesting reasoning."

"Do you like Sam?"

"I hate Sam," Freddie impulsively replied, "but I love Carly; so I'm doing this for her." He paused. "Ah ha! There's my answer." The boy grinned. "I'm going out of my way for Sam so that I can make Carly happy." He wanted the conversation to end.

Gibby stared at him for a moment, as if he were actually contemplating something. He shrugged and spoke saying: "I don't get humans. That's why I like marsupials. They're not confusing"

Carly walked back into the studio and immediately felt a weird tension. She looked between Gibby and Freddie and cocked both eyebrows. "Whoa, is there something going on in here that I need to know about?" She held up her hands. "Wait, let me rephrase that. Is there something going on in here that I don't need to know about?"

Freddie squinted his eyes. "I'm going to pretend that you aren't implying something despicable, and Gibby is just asking me absurd questions about Sam."

"What kind of questions?" Carly asked, suddenly interested.

"I just asked him if he liked Sam. I don't see how that is an absurd question?" The plumped boy defended.

"It's absurd because the answer is obvious."

"No, it isn't obvious, otherwise I wouldn't have asked."

Carly pursed her lips, feeling a little confused. "This conversation seems pointless to me; so let's forget it ever happened, and Gibby follow me. I've got some special things for you to try on."

"Ooo this sounds exciting." The plumped boy perked up. Gibby followed the slim girl out the door, leaving Freddie by himself with his thoughts. It was plausible that he was going out of his way because he liked Sam, but it was only plausible. It was no way, in shape or form, possible. He and Sam were like water and oil, they couldn't mix, yet nothing could explain why he felt so worked up about Gibby suspecting he liked the crazy blonde. Freddie was confident in his love for Carly. He was obvious in his love fore Carly. So why did Gibby believe there was a possibility that he had feelings for Sam? But Freddie had to remember that Gibby was a little slow.

The nerd sighed and grabbed his tool box. He was thinking to much. He pulled out a screwdriver and began tweaking with some of his gear. If Freddie didn't think Gibby was such an idiot, the chubby boy may have opened the nerd's eyes to something he hadn't noticed before, and that was his obvious attraction to the notorious Sam Puckett.

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