Route 4 (Slumberland 4way or, “Tension in the tent”)

Following the nights events, in which Jake english flashed the ass, Dirk sought the ass and Jane lusted hardcore over the aforementioned ass, Roxy was left without her surprise due to consistent interruptions for Dirk to join them in the viewing of Treasure planet. While not the orgy starter Roxy claimed this time, the night went of fairly well, with many questions answered like how big is Dirk’s broadsword, does Jake’s pistol occasionally misfire, Jane’s spooning career and more! Fun was had and it would be a dreadful shame if even a moment of it went unappreciated.

The following day included but was not limited to sisterly puking in a homesick fashion and Jake and Dirk polishing each other’s gun. Thing continued throughout the week in a similar fashion with a slowly decreasing amount of puking.

One week later after the events Jake discovered his blossoming panty fetish, the crew decided to head north to the sandy desert resort, stopping at route 4 as the sun sets and with the determination not to freeze to dead or swallow enough sand to become hourglasses, the victory crew set up their tents, rather, “Tent” for the night. 

Roxy constantly shifts awkwardly from side to side, trying to not focus on HOW the sand ended up in her knickers but with the more urgent task or removing the shit. “Ohmy GOD, Janey why did you let me skirt the desert.” Upon entering, Roxy quickly sets up a happy home for herself in the corner with Jane.

“What are we eating? Is Dirk bringing in the meat? Oh my god meat sounds so good right now.” She would rip into the jugular and shake if she could, but alas, she has to delay. They aren’t even sat down yet.

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Quickly, Roxy thought up of a quick and fairly effective plan of action. A plan that was pretty much a given and ALREADY planned, but one that now had branded onto it’s ass the seal of approval. Like one might place on cows, or on people in sub/dom relationship’s. Gawd that’s some kinky shit. You want me to put it on rite now? I got it in the other room.” She says already moving to retrieve it. HOPEFULLY Jack and Jill would survive all the hills they would now doubt tumble the fuck down without their supervision.

“Ready when you are Straddler.” It would be best to do it behind close doors. Probably. Can’t spoil the magic ahead of time. That’s unacceptable!

Taking the underwear offered of him he looks at them feeling a flush creeping up his face again. Waiting until Jane is hidden away again he removes his boxers before looking at the frilly panties again. He can’t believe he’s going to do this. Letting out a sigh he slips in one foot then the other before pulling them up, telling himself they’re just silky briefs to make himself feel less—awkward.

“I have a hard time figuring out if I can really go through with Nimbasa because… I’m just—I’m scared.” Looking at himself in the mirror he rubs his nose before shaking his head. “Never mind. Anyway! How do I look?”

“Well, the kids are occupied,” Dirk said as he ushered her along to her bedroom. Once they were safely inside - door closed - he set the items he brought along on her admittedly crowded dresser. “Do you have any clue if you have the old sewing machine, by the way? If I do this all by hand it will take way too long.” He decided to forego mentions of hand cramps because really and truly, that would be spoon feeding the dirty-minded teenager a joke that she could easily come up with without his aid.

Strapping on the wrist pincushion so he wouldn’t have to speak around a mouth full of pins, he then silently added a collection of pins to it so he would be able to have ready access to them. “Let’s try to keep this quick. We don’t want to ruin the surprise, right?”

Stepping back beyond the shower curtain, Jane observed the wall of the shower in an effort not to think about Jake’s current actions. The mention of it was making her somewhat flustered, even. Helping Jake get gussied up was fun, but also somewhat embarrassing.

She was grateful that Jake had said something, shocking though it may be. Though, she supposed that even her adventurous compatriot couldn’t be all-headstrong all the time. It was horribly frustrating, she realized, the utter inanity with which she’d posed her prior query. Of course he was scared; he was going to make an admission of romantic attempt towards his bosom friend. Jane understood that feeling acutely.

Deciding to leave it be was she ruminated on what to say, she poked her head out from behind the curtain, “You look smashing, Jake! Just… ah, here, let me help you with that…”

She clambered out of the shower completely and began to straighten the mussed collar of the blouse. It was true; he looked fantastic, indeed, perhaps even especially attractive. Jane could very easily see how, with a few applications of make-up and some necessary grooming, he could pass for a lass.

After a few seconds of blouse-organizing, she finally made an answer, “Jake…

“I know it’s probably scary to some degree, but…” she bit her lip here. How to phrase it? “The gain would be so much greater than the potential loss, don’t you think? You’ll just have to bite the bullet and overcome your fears.”

Running to the side of her bed, Roxy gets down and begins pulling her assortment of niknaks and trinkets out from under it. The items tossed about include but are not limited to: 3 bottles with “The haevy shit” scribbled on the side, 2 empty wine bottles, the battle panties of a long forgotten costume, a large box of various broken computer parts, a scarf, and of course the sewing machine and a tiny case of something. The latter she capchalogs sneakily for later.

“Got it!” She beams, before standing up and quickly discarding the majority of her clothes on the bed, getting changed into her surprise while Dirk sets up the equipment. Business as usual, excusing the rather limited deadline they have. “Double time Dirky! Jus’ don’t go puncturing nothin that doesn’t need puncturin! I’m delicate~”

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As Jane led Jake away Roxy couldn’t help but giggle at the thought of Jane sitting in the bath tub with a scream mask as Jake undressed. As perfect and gorgeous and….. amazing as she was, Roxy occasionally felt some serious serial killer vibes coming of her bbfsy. At least when man ass was concerned! In fact, Roxy was 200% sure that Jane loved ass more than anybody in the room. A jawbreaker of sexual tension. Quietly, she mosies on up close to Dirk with and let’s be honest here, the most stupidly glee filled expression on her face. The joy equal parts happiness and radiation.

“Soooo Dirky~” She practically PURRS the second Jane and Jake are gone. “Watcha think? I can totes pull it off right? Coz I mean, I’m no expert on this stuff… but I’m p sure Janey’s gonna love it!” She leans in, almost vibrating in glee as she looks over his workstation. The boy always had a way of perfecting nearly everything he tried. 

“Also, when’d you get so imtimate with Jakey’s naughty zone? Come on, gossip with momma Roxy, how’s the goods?” With that, she is winking and wonking, and nudging him slightly at the same time. “Thought you was all big into the dates and wooing though! Didn’t nobody ever tell you it’s bad luck to peek at presents?” Ok now she was just teasing, but she was happy for him though. Baby bird Dirk found himself a mate and is currently building a nest for the eggs.

“Bee-tee-dubs? I’m still totes sorry about our lil mishap though. Didn’t mean to get you in trouble.” Of course, it was almost expected of Roxy to do such things, she forgets it is a lot easier for Dirk to let people down. Probably because she expect more of him that her.

The thought leaves an awful taste in her mouth, so she decides to replace it with the beautiful image of scrote-nests.

Giving Dirk a short thumbs up at the comment of his “owning the outfit” Jake turns to Jane and gives a little nod as she mentions going to the bathroom to try on the clothes. “After you.” holds his arm out to motion her to go first. Moving to the bathroom he listens for Dirk and Roxy a moment before looking at Jane. “I could change behind the curtain or something if you’d come in here.” He nods his head for Jane to come inside as he carefully takes the outfit from her. “I… kind of need to talk so…” Gives the floor a troubled kind of look for a moment.

After the brunet duo absconded to the bathroom, Dirk turned to Roxy, who was all but draped over him. He honestly didn’t mind, however - it was just the way his fellow blond was.

“I know for a fact that you won’t just pull it off, Rox - you will rock it and Jane will be awed and amazed,” he reassured his friend with a slight quirk of his lips. “I’ll need you for about twenty minutes, and then you’ll have to distract them for a while. An hour, maybe - but that shouldn’t be too hard if there’s a movie or something involved. Or some battles. You’re creative so I doubt you’ll have problems with that.” Rolling his eyes at Roxy’s next comment, he gave a dismissive wave and began to clean up the table.

“We’ve practically been living in a sardine can, of course I’ve seen more of him than my chivalrous heart would normally allow for.” Even if she was teasing him, it was something he would rather brush over - just like the next topic she brought up.

Standing he gave a shrug and walked over to the trash can to dispose of the waste in his hands. “I should have known better. I think that we both know that us and alcohol don’t go well together.”

Jane shut the door behind her, looking concerned about Jake. Worried that he was about to confess to her some heinous act Dirk had committed, like his hand wandering in places where it needn’t go, or being “accidentally” groped at or breathing down his neck like a major creep or… well, there were a lot of possibilities! It could be an emergency situation. One that she needed to advise Jake on, even

“There’s no need for that, really,” Jane answered earnestly. “You’ll need the space to maneuver around the skirt. I’ll take the curtain, if you please.”

She caught the shower curtain in her fingers and stepped inside. It was, fortunately, quite dry, and Jane was pleasantly surprised that her socks were undampened by the shower.

“What did you need to talk about?” she inquired, settling into a conversational tone.

Roxy nods, deciding that the apology she just made will be the LAST ON THE SUBJECT. All is forgiven and there is no point wasting time on silly little things like that. She nearly bounces at the mention of an opportunity to play with the girls.

“You wanna take care of my while our babies gossip in the bathroom?” She beams, ever so eager to get this going. “I can probably keep em busy for a while. OH! I can show them the yo-yo and pineapple trick! omg”

Time of course is of the essence, thus Roxy decides to leave her bod in Dirk capable crotch grabbing hands. “You need my measurements or sumthin? Cop-on, cop-off? How’d you even learn this shit anyway. You go through sum karayte kid montage with a sowin machine?” Which now that she thinks about it further, is the only way she can see Dirk learning ANYTHING.

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“Very well, actually. Thanks,” was Dirk’s distracted reply to Jane as he drew an outline using his scribbled dimensions. Adding a seam allowance, he took a pair of scissors and sat back to cut out the pattern. It wasn’t his first time making a pattern from scratch - he was actually used to working with more complicated designs, such as the one for his double-breasted tunic with its stiff collar and epaulets. All the way from its initial concept drawn in the dirt with a stick to the finished product now stowed safely away in his sylladex, it had largely been trial and error to make. Something like this would be almost ridiculously easy.

Taking the damaged maroon and fuchsia cape - now devoid of its previous embroidery - from Roxy, Dirk shrugged. His sewing kit made an appearance (he really did like this storage system) and he retrieved matching thread, some miscellaneous odds and ends for embellishment, his sewing scissors, a needle, and some pins. As he made sure the pattern wouldn’t move thanks to some well-placed pins through the doubled over fabric, he answered, “There’s really no use in wasting fabric. Especially since this shit was so expensive. The rest I’ll use for small repairs or whatever.” His costume was, in a phrase, fit for royalty - every detail was immaculate, and he was sure he wouldn’t stop mourning the ruined cape any time soon. With crystal beads, fuchsia satin, maroon velvet, and silk thread and embroidery floss, it had been a tonne of work and a tonne of cash.

He was definitely never getting that wasted again.

“Fuck punishment, this is gonna be the event of the year thanks to the most bitching pair of panties ever made.” Threading the needle with practised ease he unravelled the spool and snipped it. As he tied the knot on the end he added, “I’d go on about your loins being gently nestled in a satin and velvet hammock but I don’t want Crocker to start hyperventilating.”

Jane held up the articles of clothing for Jake’s approval or otherwise.

“What do you think?” she inquired, still apprehensive about pushing Jake’s boundary of comfort. Did he really consider it a punishment? He did look awfully unnerved by something… was it the clothes, or was it what had transpired in that bathroom? She’d have to have a word or two with him about it, preferably sooner than later— especially what with Strider’s less-than-innocent comment. “Loins gently nestled in a hammock”, hmmm? She frowned deeply for a second. Suspicious.

Swearing that she’d make Strider pay if he’d done anything inappropriate, she put on a smile and attempted to assure Jake, “You’d look smashing in it, I think!”

She paused for a second. Wait.

“Er, I meant the clothing! Not the underwear!” she tried to backtrack, in case she was giving Jake the wrong idea. Unfortunately, she was having a difficult time closing her mouth, “Well, I’m sure you’ll look fantastic in the undergarments, too, I mean, but— well, it’s not as if I’ll be particularly looking at them— er, which isn’t to say that it’s a guarantee I’ll never— but really, I was referring to the clothing in my original statement!”

She turned bright red with embarrassment and covered half her face with a hand.

“Never mind!” she tried to laugh it off. “Hoo hoo!”

Re-gathering the cloth, Jane attempted to return to business as usual, studiously ignoring her botched statement.

“In any case, perhaps it might be a good idea to make sure my selections fit. And that you like them, of course,” she continued, ears and cheeks still mildly pinked. “Perhaps you ought to go try them on? I can help if you need any assistance.”

Nodding as she listens to Dirk talk about fabric and it’s use for small repairs and such, she almost visibly winces at the mention of exactly HOW high quality his clothing was. It wasn’t like she meant for it to get destroyed after all. Compete accident! Casualty of battle and certainly not common. She almost never had clothing issues like that, overlooking of course, a certain incident with the local ice cream vendor and the park fountain. She would look into the incident in further detail later, find the cause and remove it. Dirk would not have his clothing ruined the next time he got that drunk.

Oh, how drunk she would get him. The would be no arguing with this point. But that would be for the future. For now, Roxy decides to follow Jane’s lead, showing Dirk this fancy ass clothing she had scavenged from the void that is her wardrobe, awaiting his approval. “Watcha think?” She says, beaming at him with a look of sheer glee. “Dunno if you’ve been gettin’ your tubs on since I dressed you up. Think this would fit? We can test it out first if you wanna.”

As Jane proceeded to word vomit at Jake, trying to deep seated curiosity of the boy’s junk, Roxy sits down beside Dirk, leaning over to whisper into his ear. Secret plots perhaps? Oh almost definitely, but it is impossible to make out for anyone but those two. Alas. “S’that ok? I mean I dunno if you got time but it would so legit.”

Standing up to make room for Dirk, she turns to Jane and Jake. “Oh yeah! You should make sure those will fit you. Don’t wanna have it too tight, it might rip off! Expose you to the world. S’not cool.” Nodding to herself in agreement with herself, she wonders if she would get a chance to play private dress up with Dirk too. Then there is the issue of the shaving and make up. Dirk probably wouldn’t mind being first on the chopping block.

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Following Dirk quickly he eyes over his shoulder for the girls, geez they were taking a long time, he slips into the bathroom and stands near the bath as he waits for Dirk to tell him what to do. Again a blush creeps up his face before he shakes his head at Dirk’s suggestion that he take the measurements himself. “I have no idea how I’m supposed to really do it and I’d rather not be the fault of things getting messed up later so…” clearing his throat Jake undoes his pants and slips them down. “Be gentle!” he laughs trying to calm himself down. Being this nervous about something that was no big deal when they were kids was stupid! He was being stupid!

‘Now come on Jake. If you keep this up that sharp eye of his is going to know something is going on then he’ll prod you for the truth until you say! You have a plan, sort of, STICK WITH IT!’ Done shouting at himself he relaxes his stance and sticks out a leg for Dirk, assuming he needed to do so.

Dirk put up the palms of his gloved hands, spreading his fingers. “Got my kid gloves on, promise,” he said with a reassuring smile. It was almost adorable how flustered Jake was getting. He just hoped that it wasn’t discomfort born out of the fact that it was another male being so close to his junk. That would put a damper on his plans.

Taking the tape measure and his pad of paper to scribble down measurements, Dirk dropped to one knee. It was true that it was somewhat difficult to do - and so was lifting his arms - but he managed without so much as a grimace. It was with an air of professionalism that he took the necessary measurements. Despite how difficult it was not to imagine running his hands over Jake’s thighs, to do intimate things with and to him, he shoved the majority of those fantasies out of his mind. No matter his age he was well disciplined; he had to be, with such a hands-on best friend-slash-crush.

With a hand on the vanity to help him climb to his feet (disguised carefully as placing his measuring tape there) the blond stood and looked over the measurements, constructing the pattern mentally. With a nod he put the notepad in his back pocket and the pen on his ear.

“Alright. I’m probably going to need to make some minor adjustments, and for that I’ll need to fit you, but right now you can run off and frolic with the girls. Assuming they don’t want me first at least.” The measuring tape found its way to his neck, hanging from his shoulders like a yellow ribbon-thin scarf. With a friendly clap to Jake’s back, he opened the bathroom door and left to begin working on the pattern.

Jane deliberated on Roxy’s suggestion. Certainly, while she had basically no idea about how to dress a fellow as a lass (was it much harder than dressing a lass as a lass?), she could pick it up by observing Roxy, and as long as she kept a careful eye on Jake’s facial expressions and the tenseness of his stature, she was fairly certain she could figure out what to avoid doing.

“Well… all right,” she finally decided. “But you’ll, um, tell me if I’m doing something wrong, right? Some erroneous mistake like mismatching colors?”

That settled, she followed Roxy out of the closet, picking up a pair of simple-looking black flats on her way out. She certainly wasn’t about to try to make Jake walk in high heels; the poor chap would probably be unable to stand, much less walk.

Upon entering the living room, Jane saw that Dirk was already at work, drawing out a pattern for Jake’s new undergarments. He seemed thoroughly focused, she thought, narrowing her eyes and knitting her brows together, half-puzzled and half-suspecting. An act of mock innocence, when he was probably still picturing the areas he’d probably been measuring, perhaps?

She noticed Jake emerge from the bathroom out of the corner of her eye. He looked terribly flushed and nervous, and she wasn’t entirely sure whether it was about Dirk’s measurements or the crossdressing thing.

She cleared her throat at them.

“Salutations, fellows! So… how goes the garment design?” she inquired.

Giggling like a nut at Jake’s flustered antics, Roxy chimes in with Jane. “Janey and me have your first drafts!” With an air of sanctification and pride, Roxy places the clothing on the nearby chair. She nudges Jane to go tak to Jake for a minute, before moving to and peeking over Dirk’s shoulder to get a look at project panty. “So D-dawg! How’s them scum-…sky-… scimantics comin along?

With a cheeky grin, and with Jane and Jake no doubt distracted, she hands the coolest kid his old hero’s garb, in secret. Panty craft is a very back alley business after all! More so than a contraception vendor. “So like, I dunno about mosta this shit but I think…. we have the symbol at least if you still wanna use it. Watcha thinkin?”

Glancing out of the corner of her eye, Roxy only now decides to take notice of the still open bathroom door. My, it looks like she was too late for the show! How did Dirk do it. Did they do the classic act of touching wands? With the way english is acting, you’d think he’d misfired a spell at Dirk! Romance sure is dangerous, but she is making progress. After all, if she could get into a closet with Jane, she could lead her out of one!

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“And only Arceus knows how they’ve managed it with the shit we’ve gotten caught up in. It gets worse though. If you want I could teach you instead of you just dumping everything on me,” the blond offered. It wasn’t a life skill that would go amiss and, honestly, Dirk missed the closeness they once shared. Embarking on this journey together had certainly gone a way towards repairing the damage their relationship had suffered but something like this certainly wouldn’t hurt.

Jake’s reaction to the necessary measurement was - in a word - priceless. “It would definitely help with a better fit.” Cocking his head he moved closer, he slowly circled around the brunet, almost predatory with his scrutiny and silence. Bringing a hand up to his chin he tapped against his lip with a finger, only a thrust out hip away from a flamboyant fashion designer. Dropping hand hand he said, “So drop your pants and spread ‘em.”

“Thank you,” Jane grinned conspiratorially in Roxy’s direction, in spite of the only so-so lighting and the mess of clothing blocking her vision. She doubted Roxy could actually see her, but hopefully, she’d managed to convey the sentiment.

With half-exasperated affection, Jane sighed and began picking up the clothing that surrounds her feet and shelving it or hanging it up, keeping the blouse she meant for Jake slung over her shoulder. Ah, well, Roxy would be Roxy.

Picking up a skirt that appeared to be an exceedingly familiar shade of forest green, Jane inspected its length and form. Not too long, probably only knee-length for someone of Jake’s height, high-waisted and clingy on the hips, but waved, fluffed up, and flared near the knees. Trimmed with some sort of lace, too, from what she gathered. That would do more than adequately. Jane slung it over her shoulder with the blouse just as Roxy shouted to her from the endless void known as her closet.

“Very nice, indeed,” she remarked, trying to picture Dirk in that outfit. While the color scheme was fitting, she had a rather difficult time trying to imagine him in a petticoat— this was something she’d have to see for herself, if only to satiate her curiosity. Not to mention, it would suit him stylistically quite well! “I think he’d look smashing in it! Hoo hoo!”

Jane added, as an afterthought, “It looks like we’ve both found articles of clothing with which to garb our male chums.” She indicated the outfit thrown over her shoulder and beamed, “Well, you’re the expert here! What would you say is the next course of action we should take?”

Roxy, pauses for a moment to consider this. NEXT course…. well she was kind of just winging this entire thing in true party fashion, much like she did with Dirk. Was there a required order? Was she doing it wrong all along? NONSENSE! She made that goddamn order. “Well, that all depends on you miss Janey Jane. Dirk will totes get waxed because he is used to this. But Jakey…” She bites her lower lip, wrapping up her selection for today. “Well I cuold do ‘im too! All professional an shit but maybe he’d feel more comfortable with someone as nervous as him. YOU CAN LOSE UR MAKEOVER VIRGINITY’S TOGETHER!”

While crude, she does have a point. Roxy is the Goliath of making people look good.  Quite intimidating! She’d not want to scare poor Jake away. “Mabby a lil sleuthing is in order? See how he lkies it! I could get started on Dirky and the nails. Jakey might feel better if he’d on the chopping block fisrts.”

Packing up her clothing for Dirk(*), she remember him needing his old recently trashed costume. Maybe make Jake some battle panties out of the design, or stitch it onto a new pair. Either or, Jane and Dirk keeping Jake busy would probably give her time! “Yanno, I think we got a pretty sweet game plan going. Wanna go see the boys now? Or you wanna make it a surprise?”

(( * http://rosethorn-cafe.tumblr.com/post/31785486955 Dirk’s outfit design~))

Jake lets out a hum at Dirks offer to teach him how to sew. It would no doubt be good for him to learn rather than unloading everything on Dirk. At some point it would stop being something a friend was willing to do for his friend and more like something he expected to be done. “It might be best if I learn. I don’t want to take advantage of you.” he said smiling. It would also be for the best in case Dirk decided that Jake’s crush on him was a bad thing and left. Suddenly Nimbasa City occurred to him again and once more he was thinking it was a very bad idea.

Letting out a sputtering sort of sound at Dirk command to drop his pants Jake waves his hands about and shakes his head. “I think that letting them down entirely is completely unnecessary and what if the girls come back then?” his face is reddening again. “At—at least do it in the bathroom first? I don’t want to get caught in the middle of Roxy’s living room with my pants down!”

“First?” Dirk said with a raised eyebrow. “I should only need to do this once. Alright, maybe twice, to check the fit once they’re actually done.” As much as he wanted to molest the brunet, doing so without express permission or without knowing the true extent of Dirk’s feelings was erring too far on the side of creeper territory for the blond’s comfort. As such, he resolved to stay as professional as humanly possible.

Even if he was sure he’d be wishing for some puffy shorts by the time the night was out no matter what.

Gesturing for Jake to follow, Dirk herded the shorter male into the slightly crowded bathroom - necessary items in tow - and shut the door behind them. Stepping to the side to show he had locked it for Jake’s peace of mind he then started laying out the items in his hands on the counter.

“I’ll be taking measurements around your waist, around your hips, the outside of your thigh, around your thigh, and front to back. If you want, I can just walk you through taking them.”

Jane flushed and rolled her eyes at Roxy’s… interesting verbiage. Certainly, she had quite a way with words (though… not necessarily in the traditional sense of the phrase).

“I suppose I could try,” Jane reluctantly agreed, not entirely certain she’d be able to do this correctly. Was shaving a fellow’s legs different from shaving a lady’s? “… But I’m afraid I haven’t the foggiest idea where to start. If you’re certain he’ll feel more comfortable, though…”

She furrowed her brow anxiously. Of course she’d do it if it would make Jake more comfortable with the whole makeover thing. But since Roxy would probably be so much better at it, and all that…

“Yes, indeed,” Jane nodded resolutely. “There is always a need for sleuthing! It’s a smashing idea, Roxy. I should have thought of it myself. Investigation is most definitely in order here.”

Despite her decisive choice, she was still a little hesitant about going to see them right away. Who knew what they’d be doing right around now? Having a serious conversation? Undressing themselves in anticipation? Measuring out certain parameters for clothing?

“Ah… um…” Jane fumbled for an idea. “I’m not sure, I still don’t know what color I should do Jake’s nails!! Oh, and maybe it would be a good idea to find him shoes, too…”

Gosh consarn it all; she was not very good at making excuses.

Roxy paused for a moment to consider this. it is perfectly understandable that Jane would be nervous, but she simply can’t let her miss out on an opportunity to interrupt Dirk and Jake’s free show! But in all seriousness, she does have a few ideas.

“Don’t worry Janey! We can start on Dirk remember?” Smirking at the genius of her own plans. “I’ll run through the preparations like, step by step. Then you can do it for Jakey then I’ll do the next bit, then you do it for him, until they are all set.” Blinking slowly as her head throbs. All this thinking beginning to  We can get his sizes while we are at it and grab a bunch of stuff.”

Nudging Jane slightly. “And you can use your mad deductive and sleuthing skills to get what Jakey likes! See, I totes got this. I’m like, the most pro.” Nodding to herself in time, Roxy picks up whatever clothing she has yet to collect. “Come on! Left’s give them a preview. We can sort out the tiny details in a lil bit.”

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“And only Arceus knows how they’ve managed it with the shit we’ve gotten caught up in. It gets worse though. If you want I could teach you instead of you just dumping everything on me,” the blond offered. It wasn’t a life skill that would go amiss and, honestly, Dirk missed the closeness they once shared. Embarking on this journey together had certainly gone a way towards repairing the damage their relationship had suffered but something like this certainly wouldn’t hurt.

Jake’s reaction to the necessary measurement was - in a word - priceless. “It would definitely help with a better fit.” Cocking his head he moved closer, he slowly circled around the brunet, almost predatory with his scrutiny and silence. Bringing a hand up to his chin he tapped against his lip with a finger, only a thrust out hip away from a flamboyant fashion designer. Dropping hand hand he said, “So drop your pants and spread ‘em.”

“Thank you,” Jane grinned conspiratorially in Roxy’s direction, in spite of the only so-so lighting and the mess of clothing blocking her vision. She doubted Roxy could actually see her, but hopefully, she’d managed to convey the sentiment.

With half-exasperated affection, Jane sighed and began picking up the clothing that surrounds her feet and shelving it or hanging it up, keeping the blouse she meant for Jake slung over her shoulder. Ah, well, Roxy would be Roxy.

Picking up a skirt that appeared to be an exceedingly familiar shade of forest green, Jane inspected its length and form. Not too long, probably only knee-length for someone of Jake’s height, high-waisted and clingy on the hips, but waved, fluffed up, and flared near the knees. Trimmed with some sort of lace, too, from what she gathered. That would do more than adequately. Jane slung it over her shoulder with the blouse just as Roxy shouted to her from the endless void known as her closet.

“Very nice, indeed,” she remarked, trying to picture Dirk in that outfit. While the color scheme was fitting, she had a rather difficult time trying to imagine him in a petticoat— this was something she’d have to see for herself, if only to satiate her curiosity. Not to mention, it would suit him stylistically quite well! “I think he’d look smashing in it! Hoo hoo!”

Jane added, as an afterthought, “It looks like we’ve both found articles of clothing with which to garb our male chums.” She indicated the outfit thrown over her shoulder and beamed, “Well, you’re the expert here! What would you say is the next course of action we should take?”

Roxy, pauses for a moment to consider this. NEXT course…. well she was kind of just winging this entire thing in true party fashion, much like she did with Dirk. Was there a required order? Was she doing it wrong all along? NONSENSE! She made that goddamn order. “Well, that all depends on you miss Janey Jane. Dirk will totes get waxed because he is used to this. But Jakey…” She bites her lower lip, wrapping up her selection for today. “Well I cuold do ‘im too! All professional an shit but maybe he’d feel more comfortable with someone as nervous as him. YOU CAN LOSE UR MAKEOVER VIRGINITY’S TOGETHER!”

While crude, she does have a point. Roxy is the Goliath of making people look good.  Quite intimidating! She’d not want to scare poor Jake away. “Mabby a lil sleuthing is in order? See how he lkies it! I could get started on Dirky and the nails. Jakey might feel better if he’d on the chopping block fisrts.”

Packing up her clothing for Dirk(*), she remember him needing his old recently trashed costume. Maybe make Jake some battle panties out of the design, or stitch it onto a new pair. Either or, Jane and Dirk keeping Jake busy would probably give her time! “Yanno, I think we got a pretty sweet game plan going. Wanna go see the boys now? Or you wanna make it a surprise?”

(( * http://rosethorn-cafe.tumblr.com/post/31785486955 Dirk’s outfit design~))

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Roxy bit her lip in intense thought of Jake’s fashion and appearance. Also that ass, come on. She could practically see in in Jane’s eyes. “I think I gotta buncha stuff like that actually!” Roxy’s closet was as varied as booze stash. Bottomless really, but she never touched the majority of it. After all, her usual attire was her favorite by FAR and Jane never gave her a real excuse to dress up. Well, besides a few times but even then the conversation naturally tilted towards Jake.”

Hushed she whispers. “If we can get Jakey hooked on it we could do the waxing next time!” Not that she needed to stay hushed, but it added a little something to the atmosphere. Quickly, she closed the door behind her once Jane was inside and leapt to her closet in OVERWHELMING GLEE, busting the doors open and setting Jane and herself loose upon the extremely wide selection of test clothes. The panties of course would be made from scratch. But if they could find something JUST right….

Being alone with Jane, Roxy did savor the chance to ask her things however. “So Janey, you pumped for this or what? If you wanna I’ll let you wax Dirky’s legs.” She adds, noting her best friends and Moirails behavior with eachother. Maybe she’s pissed at him over Jake? WELL SHE GETS TO SEE BOY BOOTY AND INFLICT PAIN, so maybe it will help her chill. YEP. ROXY IS THE BEST AT HER JOB.

Shifting from side to side, not too sure what he should do, an idea comes to him. “I suppose that washing up would be the best idea before they start to gussy me up, hm?” he said pressing a finger against his lower lip. His eyes move to look toward the direction the girls had vanished into, the lack of certain sounds making him worry much about what they were going to try putting him into. He wasn’t about to go back on his word but there were things he really did not want to wear. They could at least make sure to cover his ass right?

He lets out a sigh before carefully collapsing onto the couch next to Dirk, leaning into Kawaii-tan as he watches the blonde work. “Did you teach yourself how to sew or did you ask gran to show you some stuff?” Odd how little things like this really flew over Jake’s radar when they were growing up. He’d see things like how Dirk learned to fight and climb, and hide, but sewing. Jake had missed him learning that. “I should probably learn a more useful skill than rope tying while we’re traveling, right? Hm. What to learn…”

“Knowing Roxy, she’ll take delight in facials for both of us,” Dirk murmured, deep in concentration. “We’re already in for manicures, and makeovers insinuate exfoliating scrubs and pedicures on top of that.” He just hoped that Roxy was sober enough to at least start off with shaving Jake’s veritable jungle of leg hair. She would probably go through four or five razors that way but it was a lot less likely to scare him off.

That or she would demand Dirk hold him down but he really didn’t want the first time he did that since their wrestling days to be associated with pain.

“Sewing I started after I set out. You’d be surprised how much your clothing gets torn up on the road.” It was true that neither of them had exactly ever been gentle on their clothes, but with limited funds and scarce access to spare garments he had taken to repairing them, as was only practical. Eventually he had started to find he enjoyed it; there was something about the patience and concentration it took to take fabric and thread and shape it into something useful that soothed him just like metal and blowtorches or a keyboard and strings of data.

“Speaking of clothing … ” he trailed off, placing down the items in his hands before rooting through the bag at his feet. Pulling out a measuring tape he held it up. “We need to take some measurements for your underwear.” In all honesty he could probably eyeball it - from memory - but this would be a lot more fun, if only to see Jake blush uncontrollably at the mere thought.

Jane began to help Roxy rummage through her mess of a closet. She really would have to help Roxy tidy this place up as soon as she got back from traveling. The vast quantities of clothing that she possessed was almost startling, as she’d hardly ever seen Roxy wear anything much different than her normal outfit. Even Jane, who had to attend galas and balls as heiress of BCC didn’t have a closet this big.

Jane picked up a knee-length, straight dress adorned with various beads. It looked as if it had been ripped straight off a Prohibition-era flapper… smelled like it, too, now that she mentioned it. Probably a passive-aggressive gift from her mother or something, and definitely not the type of thing she was looking for Jake. She put it on a hanger and moved on.

“Hmmm,” she ponders. “I’ll have to take you up on that offer. It’s not every day I get asked to wax my male compatriot’s legs, after all! Hoo hoo!”

After sorting through what seemed to be almost a fourth of the endless abyss known as Roxy’s closet, Jane finally found something that might work. It was a neat little blouse, a button-up with a collar that was transparent until just past what Jane presumed would be the collarbone. It was fairly vintage in appearance, tinted cream with tuxedoesque ruffles from the chest down. That might hide Jake’s lack of… certain anatomy.

“Roxy!” Jane exclaimed, tapping her friend over the shoulder. “I think I found something!”

She held up the garment for Roxy’s approval, “What do you think about this? If you’ve got any high-waisted skirts around here, that might look good.”

Roxy snickers at the thought of Jane’s upcoming session with Dirk and quickly gets to work on ripping the wardrobe apart looking for a varitiy of cothing items for Dirk, while Janey focuses on the workload and difficult task of Jakey. AFTER ALL, newbies together are good. Pop the cherry together, so to speak. “OH MY GOD, yes. That’s totes perfect. I think I got summa those skirts in the veeeery back.” She all but dives into the back like a some sort of booze elf, searching for any and all fabric that would be at least so way fitting for her boys.

It does not take long either, after several minutes tossing out what must be very type of skirt conceivable, she comes across something she was in fact saving for Dirk. A special occasion dress that she bought not too long ago in anticipation of his visit. One black and orange lolita dress. Sort of, it struck her more of a kimono in the vibe it gave off, but the coy fish style of it was marvelous.

“Hopy shit, Janey I think I’m goin feudal on a boy. Check this out.” She holds it out stretched, for her best gal pal to see, and rate. Dirk the bumblebee would soon be complete. Bitches love bumblebee’s, almost as much at they enjoy homoerotic relations in public and treasure planet.

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“Why do I have to wear the undergarments too? Unless, one of you has horrible ideas to try looking up my skirt!” He’s already getting defensive and he hasn’t even seen what he’s going to be forced into. For all he knows they plan to put him in a mini skirt with thigh highs and a slutty top. ‘Maybe this wasn’t a good idea.’ He thought as the Pokémon continued to play. “Shut up Strider! We’re not having this discussion in the in the company of ladies you tool.” Crosses his arms and sits, leaned back against Bec. Jane was the next to speak up, stating that all this talking about it was fine and dandy but it was better to commit by doing. Though, Jake was a man of his word and if he said he was going to do something he was going to do it!

At Jane’s question of Poekmon being done Jake looks to Bec who nuzzles against him. “I think they’re done. Nuts! Indy! Nic, come on over here!” he called for his Pokémon while standing up. Holding out Bec’s ball he recalls his Pokémon one at a time unlit he gets to Nic and simply picks him up before he follows the others to the elevator. When they reach Roxy’s floor and she springs into action, dragging Jane with her, Jake follows.

“You’re going to dress in drag too?” Jake asked looking over at Dirk with a raised eye brow half hoping that he might. It would make this so much less embarrassing to do if he weren’t alone.

Once Jane made the motion to head back up to the apartment and everyone seemed to be in agreement, Dirk called over his own Pokemon with a sharp whistle. Bruiser was first to listen and he gave her a fond pet between the ears, indulging Bolts in a small game of run-all-over-Dirk-while-he-pretends-to-be-unable-to-catch-me before returning the duo. Rex gave him a begrudging nuzzle and went back to her Pokeball without fuss - something that was a recent development, to say the least. Ted followed suit after a press of his snout to Dirk’s cheek. Turning to Jake after this, he threw his best smirk at the brunet and leaned close to say in a low enough tone that the girls wouldn’t hear, “Show me yours I’ll show you mine.” That said he followed them to the elevator.

Roxy dominated the conversation as per usual; beside him, he could feel the shorter male shifting with unease. Only the cheer of their mutual friends - one shouting hers out loud, the other stewing in it with a quiet buzz - kept his negativity from permeating the air. When their female companions left Dirk followed at a more sedate pace, letting Jake enter the apartment first before closing the door. At Jake’s question he shrugged.

“Don’t see why not,” he said, going over to the corner to retrieve his ruined cape from the pile of plushies he and Roxy had woken up on. Just as he remembered, about a quarter of it was torn and burned, about half the beads along the bottom unsalvageable. Tossing it on the couch he dragged a floor lamp over to it so as to better see the threads and began the tedious process of taking off the beads and sequins one by one with his seam ripper. As he worked at his task he spoke, plunking each bead into an empty shot glass that - after a cursory sniff - proved to be clean. “Like I said, they’re just clothes. Women wear pants. I don’t see why guys can’t wear frills and pink and dresses. Up until like a century ago pink was actually a boy’s colour.” Pressing his tongue into the corner of his mouth he brought his face even closer to the fabric as he came to a cluster of seed beads so small that it practically killed him to tear off.

As much fun as last night had been and as much as he had needed a break, it was pretty obvious by now that it had been a royally stupid mistake. Discretely, he glanced towards Jake. The brunet was no doubt still sore over the whole thing, and with good reason. Dirk had let him down. He had asked one simple thing, and Dirk had let him down.

Looking back to the task ahead of him he let out a silent sigh through his nose. His promise was shattered, Jake’s confidence no doubt ruined, and his secret life spilling into his real one. The only thing he could do was reassess, rethink, replan, and take some solace in the fact that he would never screw up like this again.

Jane hummed thoughtfully at Roxy’s inquiry. Her eyes appraised Jake’s figure, trying to figure out what he’d look best in. He had a lot of very attractive features, the most noticable of which would probably be his decidedly plush derriere or his stunningly green eyes, depending on where one was looking. What they chose to clothe him in would have to emphasize that.

“Well, he’s definitely an early spring as far as coloration goes,” Jane postulated. “I think he’d look good with some sort of goldish or dark amber colored eyeshadow, but only if you’ve got an eyeliner in forest green or olive. A skirt would look good, I think. Perhaps high-waisted to make him look curvier around the middle, and we indubitably want to err towards a shorter length.” She snickered quietly, “We’d do well to show off those gams of his, after all.”

She looked at his legs again, trying to figure out how much hair was on them, and answered Roxy’s inquiry.

“Well, waxing would produce a smoother texture,” she whispered back thoughtfully. “But shaving would be a great deal less painful. I suppose it depends on how much hair is on his legs. If there isn’t a whole forest, we can probably get away with waxing them and not permanently scaring him off.”

She cocked her head quizzically and looked at his shoulders; they were rather finely shaped and perhaps she could use that to their advantage. They were fairly broad however, and that was something they’d need to fix to make him more convincingly feminine.

“What do you think of a sleeveless scoop-neck shirt?” Jane asked. Roxy was the expert, after all. “Not too low of course, but maybe an inch or two below the collar line.”

Or maybe a dress would work, low-necked and fairly short with a thick belt in the middle to make the waist look smaller. It all depended on what Roxy had, really. Giggling at her best friend’s exclamation, Jane ran after her into her room, leaving Jake and Strider in the living room for now.

This could be fun.

Roxy bit her lip in intense thought of Jake’s fashion and appearance. Also that ass, come on. She could practically see in in Jane’s eyes. “I think I gotta buncha stuff like that actually!” Roxy’s closet was as varied as booze stash. Bottomless really, but she never touched the majority of it. After all, her usual attire was her favorite by FAR and Jane never gave her a real excuse to dress up. Well, besides a few times but even then the conversation naturally tilted towards Jake.”

Hushed she whispers. “If we can get Jakey hooked on it we could do the waxing next time!” Not that she needed to stay hushed, but it added a little something to the atmosphere. Quickly, she closed the door behind her once Jane was inside and leapt to her closet in OVERWHELMING GLEE, busting the doors open and setting Jane and herself loose upon the extremely wide selection of test clothes. The panties of course would be made from scratch. But if they could find something JUST right….

Being alone with Jane, Roxy did savor the chance to ask her things however. “So Janey, you pumped for this or what? If you wanna I’ll let you wax Dirky’s legs.” She adds, noting her best friends and Moirails behavior with eachother. Maybe she’s pissed at him over Jake? WELL SHE GETS TO SEE BOY BOOTY AND INFLICT PAIN, so maybe it will help her chill. YEP. ROXY IS THE BEST AT HER JOB.

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Roxy watched Spinny chill with her pokemon, deciding to keep “DA BIGGEST CHEEZE” out of everyone’s way for the time being, a danger for sure! After all, it could easily level the building. DM seems to have perked up at the food and frigglish just swags on in before helping himself to a bowl of food with little care.

She snorted at Jake’s reaction, and more so at Dirk’s invitation to join the little girls club. “I pormoise Jakey. Promise. I’ll getcha only the bes’.” Curiously, she looks to Jane, who seemed to come up with the idea to MAKE JAKES UNDERWEAR. Wow that…. was a little creepy but also not. Could… Jane be a panty fetishist? OH MY STARS JANEY, you are a naughty one it seems. “You guys think you could get sum by 2nite? Hehe! Gonna hava new canvas, hopy shit!”

She walked over to Jake, patting his back as he proceeds to weight his options. “Tell you what, I’ll do ur nails. Lil skulls n’shit. Look so awesome, I can remove it later if you don’t like it.” Wrapping an arm around Jake she giggles. “Gonna look so fukkin swag you big adventurous fukker you.” That’s right, kiss ass Roxy. Don’t let your new plaything escape so easily. Especially with Jane so interested.

Jake listened in a mild horror as Dirk and Jane started to talk about ladies underwear and Jake wearing them. Though he found it massively inappropriate to talk about the size of his dick he was not going to take Dirk talking about him only having a two inch penis! “I’m larger than two inches and you know it!” The words half fly out of his mouth before he can stop them and a moment later his face is shading a deep hue of red. Turning away from the other three he takes a few steps away before sitting with Bec, listing to his friends still but deciding he had made an ass of himself enough for now.

As he sat Hugs floated over to him and settled on top of his head, trying to talk to him in a concerned sort of tone, turning for a moment to frown deeply at the three who made her trainer upset. When Roxy moves to wrap an arm around Jake, Hugs moves away warily ready to push Roxy back if she needs to. At Roxy’s words Jake lets out a sigh and looks to her. “Fine. Have your way with me.” Holds his hands up in defeat. “GO FOR IT! THE WHOLE SHABANG!” Oh why did he say that? This was a bad idea. Shit.

Dirk raised an eyebrow. Really, unless Jake was wearing nothing other than the panties, it wouldn’t make much difference - unless of course Jane had a Thing for lacy underwear.

That honestly wasn’t something that he’d seen coming.

The blond shrugged. “We could just use my old Heart cape for material for them. It’s pretty mangled, but I don’t want it to go to total waste.” The bead trim could also be salvaged, and he knew he had various types of lace left over from a previous project - not to mention a bit for his costume. The latter he would normally save for emergency repairs but this was a good enough cause that he would willingly use it. “No need to use up some of your handkerchiefs.” Perfectly reasonable and it had nothing to do with not wanting anything of Jane’s near Jake’s crotch; not in the least.

When Jake’s indignant cry reverberated throughout the enclosure, Dirk gave a small huff of laughter. “I don’t know, those wet suits don’t really leave a lot to the imagination,” he said. He knew fully well that Jake was more than averagely endowed, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t have a bit of fun at his best friend’s expense.

As Roxy went off on a spiel about nail art - she had a penchant for it and, as Dirk knew first hand, her skulls were impeccably done - the blond continued to spend time with the two Pokemon who had stayed by his side rather than wander off to hang out with Jake’s Pokemon. Letting Rex sniff his fingers before running his hand over her head and through her ruff, he resumed rubbing Ted’s stomach to happy grunting sounds as the Teddiursa sprawled out in his trainer’s lap. He was in such a state that Jake’s shout nearly had him jumping. It took him a second longer than he’d like to admit to process the brunet’s words and when they did he was not disappointed. Twisting slightly he looked to his friends.

“I guess I know what the main activity of tonight’s sleepover is going to be, then.”

Preoccupied with keeping Sassacre out of trouble, Jane didn’t quite hear most of what her friends said, leaping to snatch an errant cleaning bucked out of his clutches before it could fall on an unsuspecting Pokemon. Not that she didn’t normally enjoy pranks herself, but as a wise person once said: “There’s a time and a place for everything, but not now.”

“Yes, sure,” Jane answered, not entirely sure what she was agreeing to. Something about Strider’s cape? Whatever it may have been. Most likely, that had no bearing on whatever she was doing.

She definitely heard Jake’s following exclamation, though— she doubted that anyone in the entire Pokemon Run had missed it. She snorted to herself at the implication, but then quickly sobered as she realized Dirk knew… things about Jake’s… er, intimate anatomy. She flushed herself, trying to pass it off as a traveling-buddies thing. Of course they knew what each other looked like under their clothing, they’d camped together for Arceus sake! Right? It bothered her, though, the implication that Jake had engaged in anything of even a mildly sexual nature, and especially with Strider. Jake wasn’t that type of fellow— she trapped Sassacre in her arms for half a second before he went intangible and she wound up returning him— and he definitely required more romance than perversion.

Jane returned to talking with her friends just as soon as Jake agreed to don clothing of a more feminine persuasion— Roxy had offered to paint his nails, probably; she was an expert and anybody would agree to it— and snickered quietly.

“Well, then, I suppose it’s settled,” Jane grinned mischievously. “But I suppose, indeed, that we’d better stop just discussing it. Hoo hoo!”

She softly stroked her Gastly’s head, wisps of flickering, ghostly air lingering between her fingers as she checked her C-Gear. They’d spent a bit over an hour and a half at the Pokemon Run, doing little more than making idle chatter and letting their Pokemon play. It was only a smidge before nine; the night was still young, but there was also much to do.

“Do you suppose we’re done here?” Jane asked nobody in particular, directing the question at all three of her compatriots. “My Pokemon have, I believe, been adequately fed and exercised; I think we ought to be good for now.”

Roxy nods and after calling back her babies, leads the way back into the elevator, giddy and whispering to Jane the entire time. “We gotta collab on this shit Janey, so like, wadda ya got in mind? Les’ fuckin do the brain storm thing.” She giggled, of course she knew why Dirk wanting his cape used. A big ol’ fucking heart symbol over Jakes butt. Or maybe up front, but it is a subtle passive aggressive tactic that Roxy has learned to see through her mothers constant mental attacks on her.

Voice extra hushed so the boy’s can’t hear, she speaks to Jane of her plan. “So like……waxing and all…. or will we shave? I think I got a few bits and pieces for him too.” The elevator doors and all but bounces to her suite, thoughts flowing with hot man ass in tiny skirts and panties that should be illegal but aren’t AND AMEN FOR THAT SINGLE FACT BECAUSE IT MAKES LIFE WORTH LIVING.

Once she reaches her door, she kicks the bad boy open and thrusts her fist into the air. “OK GUYS, OPERATION GURLS NITE OUT BEGINDS NOW. Gonna need to get my supplies…. Janey and I got surgery to do on you two.” With a giggle and a hop, she is leaping to her room too far gone now. She has a mission.