Hot Chicks on a Mission [OPEN]

[dog8mihomwork]

James was nearly sprinting, the light cotton fabrics rippled and caressed his rough scarred legs. It all felt too delicate, quite unnerving. Gently a current of wind caught up under the loose fabric, slowly billowing through, it created a steady wind blowing between his legs. It was nearly enough to completely de-man James Potter. Though his strides did not slacken, for his drive overcame all of these unorthodox circumstances. The book, he reminded himself. The book. She mustn’t get a hold of that blasted book. Quickly he stopped as he saw they were drawing closer and closer to it. He fumbled as he attempted to put on ridiculously large heels. The process was rather painful, but necessary he reminded himself. Awkwardly Potter hopped as he tried to shove his last foot into the blood red heel. Girls were daft, extremely daft to wear these murderous shoes.

Finally Potter managed to tap the heel on. Though as he began to walk, he found it rather difficult for the soles of his feet ached. Running seemed rather out of the question. “Bloody hell…” He remarked to his companion behind him as he gingerly took each step.

How could this work? It all seemed rather hopeless. It was the only thing Potter could think of, he lamented at the fact. What was he thinking? He was doing so well as of late. That is until he completely messed everything up. It was meant as a simple gesture, and yet turned to be his very folly. He groaned at the tidings to come, as his mind clouded to a distant memory…

James sat awkwardly in the library. He looked rather uneasy as he sat amongst tables full of Ravenclaws next to his mate Remus, who was reading rather intently. Potter was trying to study. He was attempting to force the task at hand onto himself, though his very own fingertips insisted on drawing pictures of Lucius Malfoy being hit several times with a bludger. He frowned at the drawing that laid before him. ‘Potter, what about turning a new leaf? Have you completely lost your mind? You need to study.’ Gingerly he cracked open his book on Charms, reading each individual sentence with care, thinking his mind might better absorb the material. After a single page, he couldn’t bare it anymore. He sighed at his own lack of persistence. Slowly his eyes gazed upwards to befall a red-headed girl. The very reason for his diminished concentration.

He must have stared at her for hours, because slowly and gradually the crowd of students began to lessen. James was in a daze, he was relaxed as he sat there in some sort of trance, that is until he saw Lily shaking her lovely head at some Ravenclaw boy. The boy was eagerly offering her a Charms book. A sense of jealousy tinged inside of himself. James looked down at the book that laid before him. He himself had a Charms book. Lily needed a Charms book. And then it clicked. If he were to give her his Charms book he would have to see Lily, she couldn’t possibly avoid him after that. James stood up with confidence and strode over eagerly as he plopped the book in front of Lily Evan’s eyes…

He frowned at the thought. What on earth plagued James Potter? Had he forgotten already that in that book laid one of his own manly needs. He would rather die than to have Lily Evans see it. James felt his own stupidity sink in. In the light of Lily he had forgotten his Charms book was his secret hiding place. And now a sense of dread plagued him. He would get up to that Girl’s Dorm room and steal it back, no matter what the consequence. His thoughts fueled a determination and he began to run, the heels dug into his feet mercilessly, whilst he took hold of the long brown haired wig atop his head. And just like before, the little red dress he wore, fluttered about him in a most ego stripping way. “Padfoot hurry the hell up.”

[megazostradon]

“Shut up, you bloody little fawn,” acidic words replied in a whisper. Sirius had refused to don heels, and had ‘borrowed’ a pair of his cousin’s periwinkle blue sneakers from the quidditch locker room instead. Underneath them, Andromeda’s knee-high socks were pulled up over his pale legs. The plated gray skirt puffed out at his hips, and gave him what curve he lacked underneath the gray sweater vest. ’Skirt’s the worst,’ Sirius thought to himself. The white undershirt, vest and tie were no different from his normal clothes, and the sneakers were, though a bit too small, comfortable. Unfortunately, this did not make up for the skirt. It was his cousin’s, and therefore, quite short on his lanky body.

Sirius’s face, too, was unused to the lack of hair hanging about it. Normally, he kept his hair medium length, at the longest brushing his shoulders, as it had been today. His plans to go to Hogsmeade to get a haricut today, however, had been interrupted by his best friend’s pleas. Now, the silky black locks had been pulled back with delicately blue barrettes. James had made the comment that they matched his shoes, and as punishment, had gotten punched in the arm.

“Whoo~! Show me some some lioness leg~!” a Ravenclaw boy with dark brown hair cooed. Sirius’s cheeks burned with embarrassment and he lifted his hands to cover his face. “Don’t be shy, darlin’!” the boy strode towards Sirius, and Sirius backed towards James wordlessly. “I know I leave people breathless, but I can give you mouth to mouth should you faint for me.”

“Oh, you KIDDER!” Sirius said in a bubbling falsetto and punched the Ravenclaw in the arm. The mortified Gryffindor grabbed James’s arm and darted down the hallway, away from the Ravenclaw boy who was rubbing his shoulder and wincing. Still dragging James beside him, Sirius hissed, “Damn you. You know, if I didn’t love more than a brother, I’d be tearing out your spleen and feeding it to gryffins right now. All this because you left porn in your Charms textbook and were stupid enough to lend it to Tiger-Lily!”

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James Potter groaned at the reminder. "God damn it Padfoot! I'm sorry." Angerly he took a kick into the thin air in frustration, only to have the heel of his shoe click back on the stoned floor. "I don't know what else to do. You're the only one I could ask, alright?" He stood there awkwardly in his soft red dress. It stretched over his large chest, his shoulders poking out of the sleeves. He appeared too masculine for the small dress. His large sinewy legs protruded from under the hem of the delicate dress. Potter barely fit into the girly apparel.

Though the wig completely ruined the whole ensemble. The off set brown honey hair was rather stringy, drooping over his intense hazel eyes. His chin jutted out, the wig nearly slipping off his rather round head. Though as his thoughts drifted, a smile pulled onto his face ridden with frustration. "It's just- you're the closest thing to a girl that could help me."

James roared in laughter at his own comment, he bent over in a most unladylike fashion howling. He arched his back as he found support on the stone walls, slamming his fist playfully. The muscles on his back tightening and flexing quite obviously, completely deteriorating his 'woman' disguise.

[david]

The look on Remus’s face could have peel the paint from the walls, if there had been any in the first place. He was sporting a magnificent wig of bright red hair, that was slightly more then a little un-natural looking. He had borrowed a dress from the laundry room. A place that was not a normal place for a student to be going. But what was he to do. He had also borrowed a pair of canvas trainers that had also been in the wash.

The dress had the impolite nerve to be lemon yellow and turquoise, and it clashed violently with the rest of his ensemble. “I look like a bloody parrot.” He muttered, looking down at the bright green and blue shoes. “James I…” He was at a loss for words, so he let his look of disapproval do the talking for him. He glowered as he ran, following behind his two friends.

People were laughing as he passed by and if the situation had been reversed. He was more then sure that Sirius and James would have been doing the laughing themselves. But he was thankful in a small way that Peter had not become a part of this. He was sure that Peter in a dress would have been the worst sort of torture on everyone’s eyes. It was a picture that he never wanted painted for him.

“What on earth possessed you to give her a book with that kind of… content in it!?” Remus asked with a tone of exasperation in his voice.

[megazostradon]

Sirius glared at his laughing friend. “You’re just jealous that I make a prettier girl than you,” he said, arrogantly tilting his head upward. However, he simply could not keep his usual confidence with this much of his leg showing. Impulsively, he pulled down at his short skirt, trying to dissipate the feeling that he was extremely exposed.

The Gryffindor boy placed one hand on his hip and thrust his chest forward in an attempt to stroke his horribly shattered ego. “I swamp you in both categories!” However, this thought didn’t exactly make Sirius feel all that much better. He’d be just as happy living without ever knowing that he made good enough of a girl for random Ravenclaw boys to pick up on. In fact, this knowledge disconcerted him greatly.

“He loses his brain,” Sirius snapped in response to Remus, glaring at James, “every time Tiger-Lily is within two yards of him.” The irritated Gryffindor glanced back at Remus and he couldn’t keep the frown on his face for a moment longer. His face split into a wide grin as he fought to keep laughter from breaking his lips. At least he didn’t have a costume quite as extravagant as either of his unfortunate friends. “Honestly,” Sirius said, managing to bind his laughter into a small chuckle, “I don’t know why you two didn’t just nick some uniforms. It’s all really the same, except for the skirt.” ((If you want a reason, it could be that they don’t have cousins to nick from.))

[Devona Edgecombe]

{Oh my god, I just had to join in}

Were they 1st years? Well, they were the most unattractive first years Vonna had ever seen, and they were far too tall. In fact, she supposed all of them had to be at least a foot taller than her - growth hormone problems? Spells gone wrong? The latter seemed like a logical idea, but geez... and the hair on those legs! The Blue one had potential to be pretty, but the one with red hair looked very much like a clown. The girl in the red dress just looked - far too manly to be honest. "Needs to lay off the meat" a snide voice issued forth from her head.

Waving the nasty thought away, Vonna picked herself up as elegantly as she could, her satchel swinging gently by her hip as she strutted down the corridor, passing a small smile at the girl in blue. Jesus, they really were a horrendous batch - looked more like three gormless Slytherin 5th years who's polyjuice potion went unbelievably wrong. And Polyjuice wasn't that hard to brew.

Normally Vonna got a fair bit of male attention when she walked the school hallways - either it was a smile or a wave or a passing greeting with a fellow student - possibly even a wink at some burly and exceedingly good looking 7th Year. But no, these girls were hogging all the attention, that really was not fair at all. And they were absorbing it for all the long reasons. Why they weren't in uniform...? Unconciously Vonna smoothed down the non-existant creases of her crisp and fitted white blouse, readjusting her blue and bronze tie, her hands slipping to straighten her mid-thigh pleated grey skirt. "I'll eat my jumper if I don't look more like a woman than they do." She swore the one with the red dress had some stubble. Odd.

[brianna]

{same, this is hilarious}

Brianna's thoughts were along the same lines as Vonnas as she stared at the very masculine looking girls walking along the hallway. She was really trying to suppress a laugh as she took in their ''look''. Something was just not right. Their hight suggested that they should be Sixth or Seventh Years, but no one above a Second year would wear something quite as hideous as that dress with those trainers. As she watched she couldn't help but bust out with laughter as one of them punched a Ravenclaw in the arm. It all looked just so comical. Stifling the laugh she followed the 'girls' a few paces behind them, eager to see where this would take them.

Though, the look of the girls did make Bri somewhat selfconcious and she made a point of checking that she hadn't forgotten to do her hair, or paint her nails. She really didn't want to look as unfeminine as those three. Thank Merlin, everything was in order, and Bri relaxed a little, allowing herself to enjoy the day at the three's expense.

As she followed the 'girls' she spotted Vonna Edgecombe also staring at them and, still laughing and following them, she walked up to the Seventh Year. Bri didn't know Vonna to well, but she had spoken to her before, and knew that she was nice enough. And she really wanted someone to express her thoughts to right now. "Aren't these the most comical girls you've seen all year?" She had a very large urge to go upto the girls and asked them who the are and what in the name of merlin they were wearing. But she stopped herself. That would just ruin the fun of the show. Again, she laughed out as one of the girls paced a hand on her hip and thrust out her chest. It was very easy to make Brianna laugh, and if she wasn't careful she end up on the floor, crying. She whispered to Vonna "You know, there is nothing there that couldn't be fixed with a good spell. You think we should go and recommend some?" And she laughed again.

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"I don't know if I'd be too proud of that mate." James commented through stifled chuckles. The attention the three of them were receiving was a bit unnerving. Never would Potter have thought that three macho girls would receive as much. Though none of this lessened his determination. The boy widened his strides and hastened. Gross visions of Lily Evans opening the Charms book flushed in and out of his mind. Any minute now, her bright green eyes would flash in amazement and horror. His name etched forever from all amount of respect in decency within the cold girl's heart. It was all rather unbearable.

Unfortunately, the wider the strides the more the dress he sported tucked in an upward fashion, exposing more of his legs. "Bugger!" He cursed, roughly pushing the dress back towards his knees. The soles of his feet ached profusely, his teeth dug deeply into his lips in mild irritation. Awkwardly the bangs of his wig covered over his glasses, making it even more difficult to see. James fully resented long hair.

He spotted her: Devona Edgecombe. Bloody hell. He nearly groaned as his hazel eyes befell her. A feeling similar to that of horror came over James Potter. The last thing he needed was her torment for the rest of his 7th year. What would she vex him for more: his perverse collection of porn or his audacity to imitate a female? The possible humiliation fully sunk in. 'Don't talk to us', James chided Vonna in his head, 'just keep on walking with your girly friends.'

This only fueled his haste and determination as he strutted down the long halls, "Not as if we could have all borrowed clothes from Androdema, now could we?" After a brief pause he asked with a hint of mischief in his tone, "You wearing her undies too Padfoot?"