Woo hoo! Another chapter! Just an announcement that I'm starting to wrap the story up soon. Expect maybe up to five more chapters or so. Maybe less. Enjoy!
Iron-ninja: Well I'm glad you liked it XD
"D-do we actually have to do this?"
Ren was sitting beside Jaune, eyes wide and almost quivering in fear as she asked the question, hands clenched tight. Jaune nodded a little too enthusiastically in agreement, quick to back up Ren.
"Yeah, I mean, it's not like we really need to do this…" Jaune trailed off at Yang's glare, the blonde brawler's hands on her hips, casting the stern 'older sister' look towards Jaune. Jaune fell silent, not wanting to say anything under that gaze. When Yang was confident that they wouldn't be interrupting her anymore, she dove into the aisles, eyes roving to try and find what she needed.
And seeing as how Jaune and Ren have only been introduced to their womanly bodies recently, they needed just as much help finding dresses to the dance.
Oh yes, they objected at first, but when Yang not-so-subtly pointed to what Jaune had done to Yang doing her red rampage, Jaune didn't seem to really have a choice, wincing when looking at Yang. Compared to what Jaune had done to Yang, shopping for dresses didn't seem too torturous. Naturally, Jaune grabbed Ren as soon as possible, coercing her into coming with them. Ren meekly agreed when Jaune had thrown herself onto the ground, begging her to come.
They both started the day a little optimistic, hoping that since they had transformed into girls, maybe they would enjoy the experience of shopping more than when they were boys.
They were very, very wrong.
"Ooh, this one might work!" There was no sight of Yang as she was hidden amongst the racks of clothing, but the two girls sitting on the sidelines could definitely hear her, and swallowed apprehensively, glancing at each other. Yang reappeared with….
Jaune didn't even know how to describe it.
It was bright, bordering neon, orange and was so poofy that it would threaten to swallow anyone who even attempted to try and fit into it. And… and.
"No." Jaune said firmly, eyes staring straight at Yang. "No bows. And definitely no frills." Yang rolled her eyes.
"Are you sure? Don't you wanna dress up as a princess and have dashing Pyrrha come to your rescue?" Jaune closed her eyes, trying to push away the image of a princely Pyrrha leaning down to kiss Jaune in her sleep.
"No." Jaune repeated. "And I don't think Pyrrha would really want to be a prince anyways." Yang shrugged, tossing her hair.
"What you guys want to do when role-playing is none of my business. I'm sure you'll… iron out the details later." Yang punctuated the sentence with a wink, chuckling at what she probably thought was a great pun. Jaune groaned, while Ren whimpered a quiet 'I want to go home'.
"Anyways." Jaune grit out, trying to move past Yang before she fired off another pun. "Neither one of us are going to wear something… something like that." Yang rolled her eyes, sighing theatrically.
"Fine. How about this one then?" Yang asked, pulling out two dresses that she had carefully hid behind her back, drawing sharp breaths from the two girls sitting on the bench. The dresses… well.
They were actually quite beautiful.
"Well?" Yang asked, breaking them out of their trances with the mocking question. "Would these suit your tastes better?"
It didn't take much more for the two of them to nod, faces still morphed into expressions of awe.
"They look perfect Yang. I was actually going to just wear a suit or something but…" Jaune nodded, impressed. "I think they'll work." Ren nodded in agreement. Yang stepped forward and pushed the dresses into their hands, before leading them into the changing rooms.
"Well, stop staring at them and get changed! We still need to see if they… suit you guys!" Yang grinned proudly, while the two other girls just gave up and scurried into their respective changing booths, trying to ignore Yang.
"One day." Yang promised herself, frowning. "One day they'll see my genius." With that, she turned to try and find Ruby, who had been zooming around the store to try and find a perfect dress to show off to Wynn. Dialing up her big sister dial, Yang set off, making sure the dress was appropriate while still being appropriate.
"Speaking of suits," Yang wondered aloud. "I wonder how the boys are doing right now?"
"This is…" Pyrrha twisted and turned, gazing into the mirror with an inscrutable expression. Another turn to look at his back.
"Amazing!" Nora squealed, jumping up and down in her black suit. Pyrrha had to agree with the statement, thanking Oum that guys had it so easy. Slap a suit or tuxedo on them and they automatically just look good. Pyrrha nodded, happy with what he saw.
Seeing how easy it was to look good in formal wear as a guy only helped ferment his want to stay a guy.
"So I'm guessing that you guys like it?" Wynn asked, crossing his arms smugly. While Pyrrha, Nora, and Blake had decided on black suits, Wynn had opted to choose a pure white suit for himself, whiter than the snow in Atlas.
"Like it? I love it!" Nora shouted enthusiastically, Blake nodding silently along with him. While they were all wearing black sans Wynn, they had different undershirts and accessories to go along with the suits, also courtesy of the Schnee Dust Corporation. Pyrrha frowned at the pieces laying in front of him, seeing more pieces than he had ever noticed guys wearing.
But knowing how easy the suit was worn, the rest of it shouldn't be all that hard, right?
The belt was easy, seeing as how even a girl she wore it from time to time. The cufflinks were… manageable, Pyrrha having a little bit of trouble putting them on with one hand. The rest of the guys also had the same troubles, and even the prim and proper Wynn was frowning when she attached the links. Okay. So far so good. Pyrrha reached out with cautious fingers and picked up a scrap of cloth, dangling it in the air.
"Is this a… handkerchief?" Pyrrha asked. Wynn nodded, an uncertain look flitting across his face.
"I- yes. We wear it in our shirt pockets and we fold it like… uh." Wynn fumbled a little with his, eyebrows knitting together as he tried to replicate what he had learned from that scroll video he was studying moments ago. Holding up the cloth, Wynn looked at it with a critical eye.
"This should do it… right?" Wynn looked at the other three guys, who nodded slowly, not completely sure either. The three of them repeated the steps, doing what they saw Wynn do, and placed them into the front pocket, looking at the mirror again. They looked… respectable. Right?
"I'm… going to say that this will work for now." Wynn said, nodding to herself, the other guys muttering something along with him. With that out of the way, the four of them turned to the last piece accessory, a long strip of silk cloth, meant to be worn around the neck.
Blake held up her tie, which was deep black, and examined it.
"You- you know how to tie one of these right?" He asked uncertainly. Wynn made a face, tilting her hand back and forth in the universal indicator of 'I don't really think so, kind of'. Pyrrha looked at his tie as well, teeth chewing on his lip.
"Well," Pyrrha said, holding it out with two hands. "How hard can it really be?"
"I'm pooped." Yang declared, paradoxically wearing a smile. "That was pretty fun though, don't you guys think?" The other three muttered a few words, Ruby saying something about how Yang was a 'conservative, overprotective, overbearing sister', but none of them really agreeing.
"Well, I certainly thought it was fun." Yang said, pushing forward. "Let's see how the guys're doing."
Opening up the door was a mistake however, as Yang burst out laughing hard enough to bring her to her knees, hands clutched around her stomach. The other three girls decided to pop their heads in and see what the joke was, eyes widening at the scene.
"How did you…" Jaune asked, eyes wide.
"I didn't realize you could do that…" Ruby asked in awe, mouth agape.
"…" Ren didn't even say anything, although the thin trail of drool that had escaped her mouth might have meant something.
The four boys had managed, somehow, and through an unbelievable amount of misfortune, wrapped themselves in each other's ties, hands bound and struggling to keep themselves apart, but only ending up tightening their own restraints.
Pyrrha smiled sheepishly, blushing hard.
"A.. a little help please?"