xp_logs | Doug and Marie: Clothes swapping

Everyone's got to swap clothes to find something that fits. Doug gets to wear his ex-girlfriend's clothes. He has problems getting dressed and has to get Marie's help with things. Not awkward at all. Really.

Marie looked down at the torn clothes that had deteriorated even more during the chase, capture and rather animated questioning of Paul. "Here," Marie said with a mournful glance at the neatly folded jeans and tanktop being handed to Doug. "These should fit just fine."

Oh god. As if suddenly becoming a woman wasn't bad enough, the clothes most close to his new size were Marie's. Clearly someone up there hated Doug. "What about, um..." he trailed off and blushed bright red. He wasn't even sure he could say the words.

"What about what?" Marie asked, watching Doug turn a particularly bright shade of red. Eyes dropping down from Doug's face, Marie slapped his side as a laugh escaped his throat. "Oh G-d. You...please tell me you're not asking about what Ah think you are."

"What?" Doug asked defensively and irritably. "I can't wear my own boxers, as I'm practically swimming in them. And Angie isn't as..." Stacked. Zaftig. Buxom. Doug's brain provided plenty of unhelpful terms as he glanced down at his chest. "...as I am."

"And Ah can't fit into any of my clothes either and Ah have no gloves. Stop bein' an emo-muppet or Ah'll make ya take a shot." Marie was perhaps taking the change a little too easily, now that she knew it wasn't permanent. Not to say it wasn't going to be an awkward week, but with the amount of guys taking up residence in her head, she had a leg up on everyone else with understanding what it was like to be male. "It's not too hard," she said, taking a bit of pity as she realized how frustrated her was.

"I don't see why I'm not allowed to be an emo-muppet," Doug groused. He took a deep breath and found some part of him that wasn't too embarrassed to ask. "Okay, I need a bra and underwear." The breath he had taken gusted out of him in a sigh.

Marie grinned. "One step ahead of ya." He gestured at the pile of clothes in Doug's hands, indicating that she should pull them apart. "One matching bra and underwear set special for you. Ah don't want them back when you're done. Ah do have to say, Ah never thought Ah'd be gifting you with my undergarments."

"You're a lifesaver, Em," Doug told her. "And I certainly never imagined I'd be wearing your underwear either. Even when I was dating you." At some point he was just going to incinerate on the spot from how much blushing he was doing.

He took the pile of clothes into the bathroom and set it on the counter, quickly stripping out of his now oversized clothes. He took a minute to look at his new body in the mirror. It would be rather cute, really, if it weren't what he was living in.

He pulled on the panties and jeans, which fit fairly well, but the bra wouldn't seem to clasp. He contorted his arms, looked over his shoulder at the mirror, but nothing seemed to work. "Um, Em? Help?" Doug called hesitantly, clasping the cups of the bra to his chest.

Marie knew he was taking just a little too much pleasure in the amount of squirming Doug was doing. "Help?" he repeated. "You want me to come...in?" Sighing, Marie walked into the bathroom. "Don't forget that Ah need to borrow some clothes too and none of the..." Marie trailed off as she entered the bathroom and saw Doug attempting to hold the bra on. "Ah really hope you're better at taking those off than ya are at putting them on."

"Yes, I'm much better at getting them off," Doug told her exasperatedly. "I just can't...are you going to make your 'funny' jokes, or are you going to help me?" he asked crossly with a glare over his shoulder.

"Ah'll help but," Marie wiggled his bare fingers, "Ah'll have to be careful. Plus, you really need to learn how to put it on yourself unless you plan on wearing it the whole week straight, which would be mighty painful, or getting Marie-Ange to do it for you." And Marie had thought Doug couldn't turn any redder. "Ok, first of all it'd probably be easiest if you fastened it first before actually putting it on," he continued, miming fastening the bra around his waist.

"Huh?" Doug asked in a confused manner. "You mean like...no." He shook his head. He was absolutely not uncovering his breasts with Marie in there with him. "Just...get the hooks fastened and I'll figure it out later," he pleaded.

"And then what are you gonna do tomorrow morning when you need to get dressed? You'd rather have to ask someone for help again." Marie shook his head. "You know what they say about giving a man a fish and he'll eat for a day? Same here for fastening your bra versus teaching ya to fasten it yourself. Ah'll even be all gentlemanly," Marie said, closing his eyes and barely suppressing a snicker. "Ah don't have to watch you to talk you through this."

"Em, I promise I'll figure it out later. Just...today's been so stressful already. I just want to get dressed..." Doug turned away, a few tears hot in his eyes. He didn't want Marie seeing him cry.

Marie opened his eyes, the fact that Doug was on the verge of tears evident in her voice. Marie had to remind himself how hard the switch probably was for most people at the retreat. "Yeah, Ah got it," he said, trying to take on a soothing tone. Of course, the new male voice was proving a little tricky to control. Walking over, Marie fastened the bra clasps, careful to avoid skin contact. "Just remember it's only for a week, yeah?"

Doug pulled the borrowed shirt over his head and down his torso roughly, then scrubbed at his eyes. It was strange, how he'd had his shirt off many times as a male, but now that he was female, how vulnerable being unclothed felt. "Thank you," he murmured unsteadily.

"You're welcome," Marie said. "So what'd you bring for me?" He'd grabbed jeans from Logan, but all his shirts had looked way too large for the new body Marie was sporting.

"Angie already took a couple of my T-shirts, so you get what's left over," Doug told her. Heading back into the sleeping area, he picked up a small bag with a pair of shirts in it. "You have your choice of 'Bomb the Blogosphere' and 'For the Horde'."

"Wow. Maybe Ah'll just go shirtless." At the look from Doug, Marie sighed and held out a hand. "Guess Ah'll go with...um. For the Horde. And we're totally stopping to shop on the way home. Just because Ah'm male doesn't mean Ah can't dress well."

"Hey, Angie got my 'Molten Core Swim Team' shirt. Count your blessings."