Jean and Kitty: Dress Up

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Jean and Kitty try out potentially new X-Men uniform ideas.


"You mean you don't like the standard issue black leather biker uniforms?" Jean said with a laugh as she sprawled herself against the wing-backed chair, her gangly legs dangling over the armrest.

"Um. No. Leather isn't for everyone," Kitty said. She picked up hers and frowned. "I mean, seriously, Jean, I eat a pop tart and I swear I can see the outline of it in my stomach in one of these. And don't you think it's a little awkward, wearing leather when we've got people here who turn into wolves and shit? Shouldn't we wear...I don't know...pleather or something?" Glancing at Jean's face, she added quickly, "Not that I'm giving up meat or anything."

Kitty let the uniform drop. "Maybe it would look better with a whip or something." She shrugged. "Haven't you ever wanted to try a new look though? Who came up with the black leather thing in the first place?"

Pulling her legs underneath her, Jean was trying very hard to keep a straight face. "I have no idea....and I'm kind of scared to find out," she said, then shrugged. "The...durability has come in handy in a scrape but you're right, I do feel like a dominatrix. It'd be nice to have a little color. Still...I'm guessing the all black makes it harder to distinguish who from who?"

She let out a breath. "I don't know, I just wear them," she said, making a face, then glanced her over

"What were you thinking?"

"Well, I found some old stuff in my mom's closet over Hanukkah and I was thinking maybe we could go retro," Kitty mused. She stood up, then walked over to her closet door. Her fingers pulled the door open very slowly, shoving her hip against the crack as it gaped wider to keep the piles of fabric from tumbling down and covering them both. A quick maneuver later and she pulled out a green jumpsuit.

Brandishing it at Jean, she said, "Green looks great on you. Anyhow, isn't shubbery the Pantone color of the year? And we don't have to use masks or anything...we could paint diamonds around our eyes or something with makeup. Hey, it worked for Kiss."

Jean caught the jumpsuit, holding it up with a decidedly perplexed look. She was so engrossed with how bright green the jumpsuit was that she only caught the last part.

"Sorry...I was imagining myself with Farrah Fawcett hair. What about Kiss?"

"You know, painting ourselves up with full face makeup? Masks are itchy." Kitty said. "Then again, I guess we might have to give some makeup lessons if it came to that." She frowned. "And if Logan got irritated while putting on eyeliner--and I'm sure he would--things would probably get real messy."

Jean let out a laugh at the idea of Logan struggling to put on makeup while puffing a cigar. Her mind was certainly wandering a lot today.

"Not to mention it might get difficult if we had to switch to our civvies quickly. The stick on masks seem easiest," she said. Rising to her feet, Jean stretched a little.

"Alright, I've got to try this thing on," she added with a grin as she disappeared into the bathroom.

"Be right back."

"Okay...Should I get the camera ready?" Kitty called out.

"Sure, if you want it broken," Jean shot back, laughing. A couple of moments later there came a thud, then another thud.

"I do not know how people put these things on."

"There's probably a YouTube video about it," Kitty replied, taking out her phone. "I could google it, y'know. Or are you just trying to avoid coming out?"

"Nah--" Jean said, coupled with another thud! Followed by a zipping sound. "Got it!"

Finally the door opened, and Jean strolled out in the green jump suit, complete with a bit of hair she'd fluffed up and sprayed with hairspray at the last minute for full effect. She put her hands on her hips.

"Groovy," she said with a smirk, ignoring the fact that the hem of the jumpsuit leg was about three inches too short.

"It's like Olivia Newton Jean or something," Kitty said, her jaw dropping in something akin to awe. She set her phone down on the floor, quite sure that Jean would kill her if she even thought about taking a picture. "Hey, it kind of suits you." She fought back a giggle but failed.

Kitty's half-attempt only helped to set off Jean's own giggling, and she put up her fingers like she were pointing a gun. "Sometimes I wonder what Charles looked like back then..."

"He totally had...the shoes." Kitty gestured, noticing bewilderment. "Like, foot-tall platforms with goldfish swimming in the heels." she paused. "Well...maybe not. But I bet he hung a disco ball off that wheelchair."

Jean burst out laughing at the mental image. "Oh God, that would be awesome."

She then shook her head. "He wasn't always in a wheelchair. I can't remember when he...wasn't, though. But either way, there had to be a leisure suit. Probably navy blue with like...puffy sleeves and a giant collar or something," she said. After a moment, she glanced her over.

"Hmmm...navy blue could be a good color for you though, what do you think?"

"I dunno." Kitty tugged out another green costume. "Hey, this one's green and yellow. Like the SuperSonics." She wrinkled her nose. "Of course, they didn't last, much like this fashion trend." She tossed it over her shoulder. "I don't know anything about clothes but even I know those were bad."

She sighed. "Maybe I'm stuck with black leather after all. At least you have that whole redhead thing going on. It suits you."

Jean grinned. "Thanks, but I'm not going to give up on this fashion quest just yet," she said, putting her hands on her hips with a look of determination as she began to pace back and forth a little, much like a 70s disco version of Sherlock Holmes. Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks as the proverbial light bulb went off.

"How about we go shopping? I think the city has much more to offer than our closets."

"It might have more but it could get scary," Kitty teased. But she hopped up, gleefully abandoning the closet. Mockingly, she held out an arm to Jean. "Shall we?"

"Like scary's ever stopped us before," Jean mused,wrapping her arm around Kitty's, her head held high. She suddenly remembered she was wearing the 1970s frock, but decided to take a chance.

"We shall."