xp_logs | Remix: Marie-Ange and Laurie (Reply)

While chaperoning Prom, Marie-Ange has a brief conversation with Laurie. And realizes something that all adults realize at one point or another in their lives. You only really notice how attractive teenage girls are only when you are not one.

Laurie paused by the refreshment stand, smoothing down her dress with her hands before she reached for a glass to fill with punch from the bowl. She'd finally decided to go stag rather then try to work out whether she wanted to ask anyone to the dance or not. It wasn't like she wasn't more then capable of asking the boys to dance if she felt like getting her groove thing on.

She paused for a second, giggling at the sound of that in her head. She wasn't entirely sure she had a groove thing but it probably danced to the sound of 'Play that funky music, white boy' if she did.

Attending the dance as a man, even if she knew more than half the other attendees was totally different from attending a dance as a woman. Where previously, Marie-Ange would have spent time in the bathroom touching up makeup or hair, she found herself not needing to do either. She could almost get used to being able to wear socks and trousers all the time, instead of formal events requiring high heels and a dress. It was certainly nice not to have to worry about getting a run in her hose.

Laurie noticed a red haired man watching the dance, and she smiled. This must be Marie-Ange, Doug had mentioned that she'd been transformed as well in their girly-gossip session. Time to say hello, since she hadn't had a chance to before this.

"Enjoying the dance?" she asked, balancing her glass of punch while attempting to take a nibble at one of the little finger food things that had been left on the table. She was sure that they had a traditional name but she couldn't remember it right now.

"More than I thought I would have, had anyone asked me a week ago." Marie-Ange answered. "You are, Laurie, yes? I have talked to you in the journals a bit, I think." It was odd towering over the students -this- much. Marie-Ange had always been taller than average, but at six feet, she could see the tops of people's heads. It was just a bit -odd-.

"Yep!" Laurie replied brightly, grinning. "And you must be Marie-Ange, Doug mentioned that you'd been transformed too."

She had to tilt her head slightly now that she was closer, as while she was tall for a girl, she wasn't that tall.

"How's it feel to be a man?" she asked, and then blushed slightly as she realised that could be considered a bit forward, even with someone who wasn't technically a complete stranger. Did journal conversations count? She wasn't sure. Oh dear, she hoped she hadn't put her foot in her mouth.

"Very -very- strange." Marie-Ange answered, without forethought. Had Laurie asked only a few days before she wouldn't have been able to answer without intense embarrassment herself, but by now, she'd realized that there was just no point to it. No one was making fun or her or judging her. She grinned at Laurie reassuringly. "No need to be embarassed. After all, you haven't gone up and asked me anything terribly personal."

"You can never tell how people are going to respond." Laurie replied, grinning in relief. "I figure if I asked Mr Logan that sort of question he might get all growly at me. Whereas someone like Mr Haller, or Miss Dane would be perfectly fine chatting with me about what it was like. Of course, it could just be that I don't know Mr Logan and am assuming that he'd be growly."

"No, Logan is just psychotic." Marie-Ange said flatly. "The worst I would do is be sarcastic at you, or try to say something clever." She gave Laurie an amused grin, to break the expression of flat dislike that had passed at the mention of Logan. "I think Doug is enjoying him.. ah.. her.. self a bit more than I am, but I cannot say that it is not interesting."

"Doug is a lot of fun." Laurie replied. "He really got into the girly talk. I told him that he really needed to experience waxing if he wanted to get the true all round experience."

Admittedly, that had been someone mischievous on her part, since it wasn't technically a part of being a woman, but a little waxing never hurt anyone...at least not for long.

The grin on Marie-Ange's face remained, but a faint redness crept up her neck and jaw. Despite the blush, she didn't turn away. "You have... no.. idea. But Doug is generally rather persistant and methodical about this sort of thing. He finds himself curious about something, and sets out to learn as much as he can."

Laurie watched the blush on Marie-Ange's face curiously, wondering what about what she'd just said could cause that kind of blush. She'd mentioned Doug being fun...and waxing. Hmm...a mystery. She wondered what about Doug being fun could cause blushing...Oh. Oh my. Well then, that would be, interesting to be sure. She wondered how it would work if you weren't used to...

Laurie snickered softly and then widened her eyes at Marie-Ange in innocence. She was not thinking about this, nope, not at all.

"My Mom's a lot like that. She gets an idea and then won't leave it alone till it's done. Tenacious, but it's a good thing." Laurie replied. "Shows strength of character, least that's what Mom says."

~Must not talk about sex in front of the female teenaged students. Or any of the teenaged students.~ Marie-Ange reminded herself. And when did the female and teenaged population of the school get so hot. They hadn't been that cute when she was a teenage girl. ~I am going to hell.~ She fought the urge to squirm, reminded herself that somewhere in the ballroom was Doug. In a short black dress. Which didn't help her mood at all. "I ... believe that I need to find something to drink. Cold. Something cold to drink."

"Well, there's the fruit punch." Laurie offered, tone and expression both showing her amusement now that she'd gotten over the initial embarrassment at a certain realisation.

'Still not thinking about that, nope, not thinking about the adults around here having sex at all. La, la, la'