Doug and Angelo, Doug and Laurie
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xp_logs"Dougette" and "Angela" go out to Mama Lupe's to enjoy some good spicy food. They talk about their experiences of the week. (frank discussion of sexual topics)
"So", Angelo asked curiously, leaning against the back of her side of the booth, "how's Angie takin' it?"
"Better than she was at the beginning of the week," Doug replied with a chuckle. "She pretty much had holed up in her apartment to wait for the whole thing to wear off." He smirked. "I went in and did some...persuading."
Angelo raised her eyebrows at that, with a wicked grin. "Persuadin', huh? I'm guessin' since you're here, it was... effective."
"You might say that," Doug returned coyly. "It's remarkable what effects you can get with a bottle of wine and a low-cut top." He glanced down at his breasts. "They definitely have taken some getting used to." He looked back up. "How'd Amanda react?"
"Oh, she was kind of... intrigued", Angelo said airily, though that wicked grin was still firmly in place. "An' since we know it's gonna wear off... nothin' wrong with a little experimentation while it lasts."
"Experimentation's a good word for it, yeah." Their food arrived, and
Doug inhaled the scents coming off of his plate before laying in with gusto. Mama Lupe had taken some convincing that the young ladies sitting in the booth were really the 'Douglacito' and 'Angelito' she knew, but once she had, the menus had been whisked off the table like usual. After several bites, Doug resumed the conversation. "I guess part of me had always wondered what some things might be like as a female. And not just sex things, you perv," he added at a widening of Angelo's smirk. "I just never imagined I'd get the chance to find out."
"Whole lot of things most of us never imagined happenin' since we got to Xavier's", Angelo offered between mouthfuls. "Get a lot of chances people with normal lives don't. What things?"
"Social things, mostly. How differently people treat you, the way they act," Doug murmured around a mouthful of a burrito. "It's kinda fascinating. I went to Silver to try and get hit on, but the first person who came up to me was actually Mark." He laughed in remembrance.
Angelo raised her eyebrows at Doug. "You went to Silver to try an' get hit on? Does Angie know about that? An' was Mark actually hittin' on you, or did he recognise you?"
Doug waved his hand airily. "Angie was hiding in her apartment waiting for this all to wear off. And it's not like I was going to go home with anyone, I was just curious." He grinned. "And Mark offered to buy me a drink. I tried to tell him who I was, but he took some convincing."
Angelo cracked up. "Yeah, Monet's been hittin' on people too. I think it might be her way of makin' us feel better about what happened. The ones she'd have hit on if they really were girls or guys, anyway."
Doug chuckled in response. "It's definitely been an...interesting week. It's raised a lot of intellectual questions for me, too, just as much as it's been an opportunity for new experiences."
Angelo looked at him curiously. "Yeah? I mean, yeah, I can see where the food for thought comes from, but... what in particular, for you?"
"Gender identity and sexuality, mostly," Doug admitted. "I mean, most languages don't really have a truly gender neutral pronoun. Most of them use the masculine as the neutral." He blushed. "And with regard to sexuality, my brain remembers being a guy, so there's still the attraction to women, but then my body reacts to guys..." He trailed off.
"Ah." Angelo grinned at him knowingly. "Started you off wonderin' where the whole attraction thing comes from, huh? I mean, it was just the brain, you wouldn't be gettin' that..." There was a very obvious 'unless', of course, but he didn't really think that was a conclusion he should draw for Doug.
Just because Angelo had trailed off didn't mean that someone as perceptive as Doug didn't hear the unspoken thought. "Unless?" he asked, inviting him to elaborate.
"Unless it was always there", she said with a casual shrug. "I mean, it's not like I've never been there. Sex is sex."
"I don't know," Doug said honestly after some thought. "Man, when they talk about sex not being binary, and transgender stuff and all that, somehow I don't think they quite had this in mind."
Angelo chuckled wryly. "Yeah, I'd say probably not. You know, that guy Paul could make a fortune if he could do this to people and make it permanent."
"Yep. Though some plastic surgeons would be out of a job..." Doug nibbled some more at his food. "I'm not sure I'll ever think about sex quite the same way after this," he continued quietly. "I mean, Angie and I..."
"...are still Angie an' you", Angelo finished firmly. "I mean, sure, it got reversed for a little while, but it doesn't mean anythin' changed that really matters."
---
Doug goes to the mansion to do some tutoring, and runs into Laurie in the kitchen. They sit down and talk about stuff as well. Gossip and chocolate abound.
Laurie sat down on one of the stools in the main kitchen, opening her sport drink bottle and taking a quick swig. She'd have to go and get ready for Prom soon, do the whole ritual. She had been meaning to ask Jennie if she was any good at doing hair. Although, if she wasn't, she might see if Marie was. It had been an interesting day with several of the gender swapped staff wandering around. It was yet another weird day in a whole bunch of weird days lately. She had an idea that by the time she finished highschool she'd be so jaded against wierdness that nothing would be able to surprise her.
If he was going to be a woman, he was just simply going to revert to the stereotype, Doug decided. This required chocolate. Just because the change was temporary, and he'd decided to indulge some of his personal curiosity about experiencing things from a female perspective didn't mean that it wasn't still embarrassing. He strode purposefully into the kitchen and headed straight for the refrigerator. "Hey, Laurie," he muttered as he pulled the door open sharply and straight into one of his breasts. "Ow ow ow..." he yelped, followed by a string of sulfurous curses in Swahili. That had -hurt-.
"You alright?" Laurie asked, wincing a bit in sympathy at how much that must have hurt.
Doug hopped around in a circle, clutching at his chest, heedless of the sort of picture he must have made. "Ow..." he whimpered pitifully as he stopped hopping, attempting to catch his breath. "I think I'll live," he managed.
Laurie tried very hard not to laugh, as she was almost positive it would embarrass Doug...make that Dougette, but it was a close thing. "I take it you haven't yet gotten used to the extras?" she asked, mouth still turned up slightly at the sides despite her best efforts.
"You might say that," Doug answered with a pout. It was a very cute pout, really, and Doug would have likely been very appreciative of how cute it was if it wasn't on his own face. "It's been...really weird, the things that have taken getting used to," he admitted.
"I have an idea that I might have found it just a tad bit weird if I woke up a male as well." Laurie said, picking up her sport bottle and taking another swallow of water. "How long did it take you before you could get undressed without your eyes closed?"
It was a personal question, to be sure. But she didn't think he'd mind all that much, and if he did, he could always tell her it was none of her business.
Doug snorted. "Just because I can get undressed with my eyes open doesn't mean it's not still a huge shock to see, y'know..." He waved his hand at his curvy figure. He shrugged. "And we didn't exactly get the luxury of waking up to it. More like we were doing a trust exercise at this retreat, and then all of a sudden nobody's clothes fit right."
Laurie realised at that point that she hadn't actually told Dougette who she was, and she wasn't entirely sure s/he'd know. Her mother had always told her never to make assumptions, so she supposed she shouldn't in this case either.
"I'm Laurie by the by. I'm not sure if you'd know me, since mostly I just see you guys as words on a page, or at a distance while I'm waiting for Amanda." she replied, grinning. "Of course, this makes it way easier to tease you as you can't give me detention for the rest of my school career"
Damn it. It was entirely impossible to be truly intimidating as a somewhat petite, curvy blonde woman. Or at least Doug wasn't having any luck being intimidating as a woman. He leaned up against the island in the middle of the kitchen with a grimace. "I know who you are, silly," he said. "I've been on the city trips before and stuff." He threw up his hands in frustration. "And I'd make some threat about how I could make technology hate you, but I can't be at all threatening like this."
"Oh! Um...Okay, now shall commense the awkward appologies and declarations of being a teenager and thus unable to pay attention to anything outside myself for any great length of time." Laurie replied, blushing slightly. "Of course, you could avoid all this right now for the low, low price of me bribing you with cake...or your choice of food or beverage."
"Chocolate," Doug declared after a giggle escaped from him. "If I'm a woman, then chocolate solves everything, right?" he asked Laurie. "I mean, I've only been a woman for a couple of days."
"Well, not _everything_, but the good stuff, the stuff that comes in those tiny boxes with only a few chocolates in it, usually sets off three hormones in your body. Serotonin, theobromin and phenylethalamine and those make you feel good, so...yeah." Laurie replied, quoting from her biology text book and then pausing for a moment as she realised what she'd just said. "Um...I just geeked out over biology, didn't I?"
"It's kind of understandable, given your power," Doug replied with a grin. "I geek out over languages all the time, so it's not like I can cast aspersions." He sat down bonelessly. "And now I require chocolate," he declared with a wave of his hand.
"I've got some left over peppermint chocolate in the freezer." Laurie replied, getting up and walking over to the fridge. "So what's it been like, other then weird?"
"Weird?" Doug joked weakly. He shrugged. "I guess a little part of me has always wondered what it might be like. So I've been trying all sorts of things, since it's the only opportunity I'll likely ever have to see." He chuckled. "Wanda took me bra shopping, I went to Silver..." He trailed off and blushed. Laurie didn't need to know about his visit to Angie.
"So, you got hit on?" Laurie asked, noticing the blush after he'd mentioned Silver. "Must have been interesting."
Thank god she'd misinterpreted. "I got hit on by one of my coworkers," he admitted with a wry shake of his head. "Mark hadn't seen me as a woman yet."
"Hah! What did he say when you told him who you were?" Laurie asked, handing him the chocolate and sitting back down. "By the by, if you're keeping track of experiences, I believe this counts as 'girly gossip session'."
She supposed it was the strangeness of the situation, or just that maybe she'd been in the mansion for awhile now but the usual shyness she felt around people had been fading rapidly over the past several weeks. She still had her moments, but she didn't seem to stutter nearly as much now.
"Mmm...this is really good chocolate," Doug said around a mouthful of said chocolate. After he swallowed, he chuckled. "He said he was the Queen of England. He took some convincing." He paused. "Girly gossip session, huh? I gotta say it's pretty good so far..."
"So", Angelo asked curiously, leaning against the back of her side of the booth, "how's Angie takin' it?"
"Better than she was at the beginning of the week," Doug replied with a chuckle. "She pretty much had holed up in her apartment to wait for the whole thing to wear off." He smirked. "I went in and did some...persuading."
Angelo raised her eyebrows at that, with a wicked grin. "Persuadin', huh? I'm guessin' since you're here, it was... effective."
"You might say that," Doug returned coyly. "It's remarkable what effects you can get with a bottle of wine and a low-cut top." He glanced down at his breasts. "They definitely have taken some getting used to." He looked back up. "How'd Amanda react?"
"Oh, she was kind of... intrigued", Angelo said airily, though that wicked grin was still firmly in place. "An' since we know it's gonna wear off... nothin' wrong with a little experimentation while it lasts."
"Experimentation's a good word for it, yeah." Their food arrived, and
Doug inhaled the scents coming off of his plate before laying in with gusto. Mama Lupe had taken some convincing that the young ladies sitting in the booth were really the 'Douglacito' and 'Angelito' she knew, but once she had, the menus had been whisked off the table like usual. After several bites, Doug resumed the conversation. "I guess part of me had always wondered what some things might be like as a female. And not just sex things, you perv," he added at a widening of Angelo's smirk. "I just never imagined I'd get the chance to find out."
"Whole lot of things most of us never imagined happenin' since we got to Xavier's", Angelo offered between mouthfuls. "Get a lot of chances people with normal lives don't. What things?"
"Social things, mostly. How differently people treat you, the way they act," Doug murmured around a mouthful of a burrito. "It's kinda fascinating. I went to Silver to try and get hit on, but the first person who came up to me was actually Mark." He laughed in remembrance.
Angelo raised her eyebrows at Doug. "You went to Silver to try an' get hit on? Does Angie know about that? An' was Mark actually hittin' on you, or did he recognise you?"
Doug waved his hand airily. "Angie was hiding in her apartment waiting for this all to wear off. And it's not like I was going to go home with anyone, I was just curious." He grinned. "And Mark offered to buy me a drink. I tried to tell him who I was, but he took some convincing."
Angelo cracked up. "Yeah, Monet's been hittin' on people too. I think it might be her way of makin' us feel better about what happened. The ones she'd have hit on if they really were girls or guys, anyway."
Doug chuckled in response. "It's definitely been an...interesting week. It's raised a lot of intellectual questions for me, too, just as much as it's been an opportunity for new experiences."
Angelo looked at him curiously. "Yeah? I mean, yeah, I can see where the food for thought comes from, but... what in particular, for you?"
"Gender identity and sexuality, mostly," Doug admitted. "I mean, most languages don't really have a truly gender neutral pronoun. Most of them use the masculine as the neutral." He blushed. "And with regard to sexuality, my brain remembers being a guy, so there's still the attraction to women, but then my body reacts to guys..." He trailed off.
"Ah." Angelo grinned at him knowingly. "Started you off wonderin' where the whole attraction thing comes from, huh? I mean, it was just the brain, you wouldn't be gettin' that..." There was a very obvious 'unless', of course, but he didn't really think that was a conclusion he should draw for Doug.
Just because Angelo had trailed off didn't mean that someone as perceptive as Doug didn't hear the unspoken thought. "Unless?" he asked, inviting him to elaborate.
"Unless it was always there", she said with a casual shrug. "I mean, it's not like I've never been there. Sex is sex."
"I don't know," Doug said honestly after some thought. "Man, when they talk about sex not being binary, and transgender stuff and all that, somehow I don't think they quite had this in mind."
Angelo chuckled wryly. "Yeah, I'd say probably not. You know, that guy Paul could make a fortune if he could do this to people and make it permanent."
"Yep. Though some plastic surgeons would be out of a job..." Doug nibbled some more at his food. "I'm not sure I'll ever think about sex quite the same way after this," he continued quietly. "I mean, Angie and I..."
"...are still Angie an' you", Angelo finished firmly. "I mean, sure, it got reversed for a little while, but it doesn't mean anythin' changed that really matters."
---
Doug goes to the mansion to do some tutoring, and runs into Laurie in the kitchen. They sit down and talk about stuff as well. Gossip and chocolate abound.
Laurie sat down on one of the stools in the main kitchen, opening her sport drink bottle and taking a quick swig. She'd have to go and get ready for Prom soon, do the whole ritual. She had been meaning to ask Jennie if she was any good at doing hair. Although, if she wasn't, she might see if Marie was. It had been an interesting day with several of the gender swapped staff wandering around. It was yet another weird day in a whole bunch of weird days lately. She had an idea that by the time she finished highschool she'd be so jaded against wierdness that nothing would be able to surprise her.
If he was going to be a woman, he was just simply going to revert to the stereotype, Doug decided. This required chocolate. Just because the change was temporary, and he'd decided to indulge some of his personal curiosity about experiencing things from a female perspective didn't mean that it wasn't still embarrassing. He strode purposefully into the kitchen and headed straight for the refrigerator. "Hey, Laurie," he muttered as he pulled the door open sharply and straight into one of his breasts. "Ow ow ow..." he yelped, followed by a string of sulfurous curses in Swahili. That had -hurt-.
"You alright?" Laurie asked, wincing a bit in sympathy at how much that must have hurt.
Doug hopped around in a circle, clutching at his chest, heedless of the sort of picture he must have made. "Ow..." he whimpered pitifully as he stopped hopping, attempting to catch his breath. "I think I'll live," he managed.
Laurie tried very hard not to laugh, as she was almost positive it would embarrass Doug...make that Dougette, but it was a close thing. "I take it you haven't yet gotten used to the extras?" she asked, mouth still turned up slightly at the sides despite her best efforts.
"You might say that," Doug answered with a pout. It was a very cute pout, really, and Doug would have likely been very appreciative of how cute it was if it wasn't on his own face. "It's been...really weird, the things that have taken getting used to," he admitted.
"I have an idea that I might have found it just a tad bit weird if I woke up a male as well." Laurie said, picking up her sport bottle and taking another swallow of water. "How long did it take you before you could get undressed without your eyes closed?"
It was a personal question, to be sure. But she didn't think he'd mind all that much, and if he did, he could always tell her it was none of her business.
Doug snorted. "Just because I can get undressed with my eyes open doesn't mean it's not still a huge shock to see, y'know..." He waved his hand at his curvy figure. He shrugged. "And we didn't exactly get the luxury of waking up to it. More like we were doing a trust exercise at this retreat, and then all of a sudden nobody's clothes fit right."
Laurie realised at that point that she hadn't actually told Dougette who she was, and she wasn't entirely sure s/he'd know. Her mother had always told her never to make assumptions, so she supposed she shouldn't in this case either.
"I'm Laurie by the by. I'm not sure if you'd know me, since mostly I just see you guys as words on a page, or at a distance while I'm waiting for Amanda." she replied, grinning. "Of course, this makes it way easier to tease you as you can't give me detention for the rest of my school career"
Damn it. It was entirely impossible to be truly intimidating as a somewhat petite, curvy blonde woman. Or at least Doug wasn't having any luck being intimidating as a woman. He leaned up against the island in the middle of the kitchen with a grimace. "I know who you are, silly," he said. "I've been on the city trips before and stuff." He threw up his hands in frustration. "And I'd make some threat about how I could make technology hate you, but I can't be at all threatening like this."
"Oh! Um...Okay, now shall commense the awkward appologies and declarations of being a teenager and thus unable to pay attention to anything outside myself for any great length of time." Laurie replied, blushing slightly. "Of course, you could avoid all this right now for the low, low price of me bribing you with cake...or your choice of food or beverage."
"Chocolate," Doug declared after a giggle escaped from him. "If I'm a woman, then chocolate solves everything, right?" he asked Laurie. "I mean, I've only been a woman for a couple of days."
"Well, not _everything_, but the good stuff, the stuff that comes in those tiny boxes with only a few chocolates in it, usually sets off three hormones in your body. Serotonin, theobromin and phenylethalamine and those make you feel good, so...yeah." Laurie replied, quoting from her biology text book and then pausing for a moment as she realised what she'd just said. "Um...I just geeked out over biology, didn't I?"
"It's kind of understandable, given your power," Doug replied with a grin. "I geek out over languages all the time, so it's not like I can cast aspersions." He sat down bonelessly. "And now I require chocolate," he declared with a wave of his hand.
"I've got some left over peppermint chocolate in the freezer." Laurie replied, getting up and walking over to the fridge. "So what's it been like, other then weird?"
"Weird?" Doug joked weakly. He shrugged. "I guess a little part of me has always wondered what it might be like. So I've been trying all sorts of things, since it's the only opportunity I'll likely ever have to see." He chuckled. "Wanda took me bra shopping, I went to Silver..." He trailed off and blushed. Laurie didn't need to know about his visit to Angie.
"So, you got hit on?" Laurie asked, noticing the blush after he'd mentioned Silver. "Must have been interesting."
Thank god she'd misinterpreted. "I got hit on by one of my coworkers," he admitted with a wry shake of his head. "Mark hadn't seen me as a woman yet."
"Hah! What did he say when you told him who you were?" Laurie asked, handing him the chocolate and sitting back down. "By the by, if you're keeping track of experiences, I believe this counts as 'girly gossip session'."
She supposed it was the strangeness of the situation, or just that maybe she'd been in the mansion for awhile now but the usual shyness she felt around people had been fading rapidly over the past several weeks. She still had her moments, but she didn't seem to stutter nearly as much now.
"Mmm...this is really good chocolate," Doug said around a mouthful of said chocolate. After he swallowed, he chuckled. "He said he was the Queen of England. He took some convincing." He paused. "Girly gossip session, huh? I gotta say it's pretty good so far..."
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