Jeanne and TJ - Pre-end of year party
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ax_mainThe girls are about to head out to the party when TJ stages an impromptu fashion intervention.
"Wait." TJ looked at her roommate critically, and sighed. "No. Nope. I can't let you go to a party dressed like that."
Jeanne, who was wearing black track pants and a white t-shirt, cocked her head. "I... is there something wrong with my attire?" she asked.
"Well. Not if it's really what you want to wear," TJ said diplomatically, pretty sure that it was more like a default outfit than anything Jeanne had thought about, though. "But this is a party! Good time to dress up a little!"
Sure, TJ was dressed in the same sort of clothes as usual, but her look mostly involved wearing as little as possible, and this wasn't a fancy ass party or anything.
"I mean, do you still want to try and do the romantic thing? Because you've got a killer bod, no reason not to show it off." Maybe someone who hasn't stabbed you will notice.
"I do," Jeanne admitted, thinking. "I hadn't considered attire. I admit that... I am perplexed when it comes to fashion." It was embarrassing, and she was clearly slightly uncomfortable. "However, I have been engaging in independent studies regarding romance. There are apparently troves of information on the internet regarding sexual conduct of various sorts. I understand this is important to relationships, especially at our age," she said, almost as if she were looking for approval.
"Maybe make out with someone first, then see if you feel up for 'sexual conduct'?" TJ offered, gesturing for Jeanne to come over to her closet with her. She started going through her clothes, then pulled out a black fake leather skirt. "How about this?"
"Acceptable. Though I feel I may not have complete freedom of my legs?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. She was thinking improperly, she knew. "If you feel it is acceptable, then I will wear it." She trusted TJ on this far, far more than she trusted herself.
Leg range was actually a pretty big deal for TJ, given the way she tended to carry herself, and fight. Hey, who knew, maybe the Skrulls would choose this moment to invade, or try and grab Teddy, or something. You could never tell when the next fight was going to come along, she'd learned. "You get complete freedom if you don't care about modesty? I've got some tiny shorts you could wear underneath, if you like."
"Hm. I suppose it's unlikely I'll need to fight anyone at the dance," she murmured, thinking to herself. "The skirt should be fine, I suppose."
"Try it on," TJ suggested, taking it off the hanger and handing it to Jeanne. "No shorts underneath?"
"Very well," Jeanne said, taking it from her roommate to start trying it on. "The shorts will... probably be slightly uncomfortably warm, I think," Jeanne said, shrugging. She wasn't too worried about it. She was used to changing in locker rooms for competitions and the like, so she wasn't shy at all about taking her track pants off in front of TJ.
TJ turned to her tops, going through them. "So, do you want something hot or something hot but grunge?"
"I am uncertain as to what you mean in either direction," Jeanne said, frankly, as she got herself into the skirt. Huh, TJ and her were relatively the same size. Both of them were built like gymnasts, it seemed. She'd noticed but not in any kind of concrete way, before.
"Dressed to kill or dressed to chill?" TJ rephrased. "...I mean that kill figuratively."
She was still uncertain, and put a hand to the side of her head in thought. "Which do you think would suit me better?" she asked.
"You're not very chilled in general, so probably plain hot," TJ said, pulling out a couple of options. She held them up for Jeanne to inspect. "Either one of those strike a chord?"
She took a few moments to consider. "The black one, I think," she said, figuring that would be better suitable given the color of the skirt. Or maybe it was too much black? She was never sure about any of these things... "Unless you disagree?" she asked.
"I think you'll rock it," TJ answered, holding it out to Jeanne. "Now, I can't help you with shoes, I'm afraid." Since she never wore any.
"That's fine," Jeanne said, taking the top from TJ and setting it aside so that she could get her shirt off. "I was not planning on wearing any, actually," Jeanne said. "Given the weather and the fact that the party is outdoors, I do not feel it will be an issue."
"No need to wear a bra with this baby," TJ warned her, after putting away the white top. Like a lot of her tops, it doubled as a bra. "Now, I'm not big on make-up for obvious reasons, but we can ask around if you want the full dress-up experience?"
She generally didn't wear anything other than a sports bra as it was, so Jeanne was fine with it. "Noted," she said. But as far as makeup went... "I would prefer to not have to... fuss with makeup," she said, waving a dismissive hand. "You have done more than I ever expected, as it is," she said.
"Well then, you look about ready," TJ said with a grin. "Check yourself out in a mirror, make sure you like what you see?"
She adjusted the top slightly, noting that TJ's bust was slightly larger than her own. She moved over to the mirror in the room, and looked herself over. "It is strange. I barely recognize myself, but... I would call this attractive, yes?" she said.
"You're definitely looking hot," TJ confirmed, stepping up behind Jeanne and very naturally adjusting her top. No big deal. "There. Perfect." She stepped back and grinned at her friend in the mirror. "Come on, time to party!"
The smallest smile graced Jeanne's lips. "Indeed. It is time to party," she said.
"Wait." TJ looked at her roommate critically, and sighed. "No. Nope. I can't let you go to a party dressed like that."
Jeanne, who was wearing black track pants and a white t-shirt, cocked her head. "I... is there something wrong with my attire?" she asked.
"Well. Not if it's really what you want to wear," TJ said diplomatically, pretty sure that it was more like a default outfit than anything Jeanne had thought about, though. "But this is a party! Good time to dress up a little!"
Sure, TJ was dressed in the same sort of clothes as usual, but her look mostly involved wearing as little as possible, and this wasn't a fancy ass party or anything.
"I mean, do you still want to try and do the romantic thing? Because you've got a killer bod, no reason not to show it off." Maybe someone who hasn't stabbed you will notice.
"I do," Jeanne admitted, thinking. "I hadn't considered attire. I admit that... I am perplexed when it comes to fashion." It was embarrassing, and she was clearly slightly uncomfortable. "However, I have been engaging in independent studies regarding romance. There are apparently troves of information on the internet regarding sexual conduct of various sorts. I understand this is important to relationships, especially at our age," she said, almost as if she were looking for approval.
"Maybe make out with someone first, then see if you feel up for 'sexual conduct'?" TJ offered, gesturing for Jeanne to come over to her closet with her. She started going through her clothes, then pulled out a black fake leather skirt. "How about this?"
"Acceptable. Though I feel I may not have complete freedom of my legs?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. She was thinking improperly, she knew. "If you feel it is acceptable, then I will wear it." She trusted TJ on this far, far more than she trusted herself.
Leg range was actually a pretty big deal for TJ, given the way she tended to carry herself, and fight. Hey, who knew, maybe the Skrulls would choose this moment to invade, or try and grab Teddy, or something. You could never tell when the next fight was going to come along, she'd learned. "You get complete freedom if you don't care about modesty? I've got some tiny shorts you could wear underneath, if you like."
"Hm. I suppose it's unlikely I'll need to fight anyone at the dance," she murmured, thinking to herself. "The skirt should be fine, I suppose."
"Try it on," TJ suggested, taking it off the hanger and handing it to Jeanne. "No shorts underneath?"
"Very well," Jeanne said, taking it from her roommate to start trying it on. "The shorts will... probably be slightly uncomfortably warm, I think," Jeanne said, shrugging. She wasn't too worried about it. She was used to changing in locker rooms for competitions and the like, so she wasn't shy at all about taking her track pants off in front of TJ.
TJ turned to her tops, going through them. "So, do you want something hot or something hot but grunge?"
"I am uncertain as to what you mean in either direction," Jeanne said, frankly, as she got herself into the skirt. Huh, TJ and her were relatively the same size. Both of them were built like gymnasts, it seemed. She'd noticed but not in any kind of concrete way, before.
"Dressed to kill or dressed to chill?" TJ rephrased. "...I mean that kill figuratively."
She was still uncertain, and put a hand to the side of her head in thought. "Which do you think would suit me better?" she asked.
"You're not very chilled in general, so probably plain hot," TJ said, pulling out a couple of options. She held them up for Jeanne to inspect. "Either one of those strike a chord?"
She took a few moments to consider. "The black one, I think," she said, figuring that would be better suitable given the color of the skirt. Or maybe it was too much black? She was never sure about any of these things... "Unless you disagree?" she asked.
"I think you'll rock it," TJ answered, holding it out to Jeanne. "Now, I can't help you with shoes, I'm afraid." Since she never wore any.
"That's fine," Jeanne said, taking the top from TJ and setting it aside so that she could get her shirt off. "I was not planning on wearing any, actually," Jeanne said. "Given the weather and the fact that the party is outdoors, I do not feel it will be an issue."
"No need to wear a bra with this baby," TJ warned her, after putting away the white top. Like a lot of her tops, it doubled as a bra. "Now, I'm not big on make-up for obvious reasons, but we can ask around if you want the full dress-up experience?"
She generally didn't wear anything other than a sports bra as it was, so Jeanne was fine with it. "Noted," she said. But as far as makeup went... "I would prefer to not have to... fuss with makeup," she said, waving a dismissive hand. "You have done more than I ever expected, as it is," she said.
"Well then, you look about ready," TJ said with a grin. "Check yourself out in a mirror, make sure you like what you see?"
She adjusted the top slightly, noting that TJ's bust was slightly larger than her own. She moved over to the mirror in the room, and looked herself over. "It is strange. I barely recognize myself, but... I would call this attractive, yes?" she said.
"You're definitely looking hot," TJ confirmed, stepping up behind Jeanne and very naturally adjusting her top. No big deal. "There. Perfect." She stepped back and grinned at her friend in the mirror. "Come on, time to party!"
The smallest smile graced Jeanne's lips. "Indeed. It is time to party," she said.
