The Queen of Wands

A/N: SHOPPING! LOL and yes, there is a serious convo between jean dn Remy, I was afraid it went too Lifetime Network but BerryBlue_Girl assures me it's not.

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Chapter 8

Remy sighed deeply as he sat in the fitting room. He was getting tired and the girls showed no sign of stopping any time soon.

They had fallen into an unspoken routine, as soon as the four had walked into the mall. Ororo and Kitty gathered garments and brought them to the fitting room. Jean edited the selections and gave Remy the ones she deemed fit for the thief to try on.

The Cajun was forced to get in and out of dozens upon dozens of items. After the first store, he had developed a way to cope with it all.

He avoided looking at his face in the mirrors. Instead, he looked at the body, objectifying himself in order to give the girls any response other than 'Can we leave?'.

He pretended he was looking at a woman he was admiring. It made it a lot easier. In fact, he had the ability to veto things that didn't work. But to be honest, there wasn't a lot the Cajun couldn't wear and make it look good.

As a male, Remy was a magnet for women and men alike. Dashing, dangerous, charming and more than handsome. The boy had never doubted his attractiveness. Most often, had banked on it to save his skinny ass.

As a female, Remy was a bombshell. Still a draw for both sexes, just the ratio was the opposite of when he was male.

Now, almost every man turned to gawk. Even in the knockout company the thief kept. It was a well accepted fact that the team had some of the most beautiful and exotic women in the mutant community.

Remy had to admit, the four of them were like force to be reckoned with, as they moved through the crowds of the busy mall. He caught the envious glares of women as they passed. Had to quell the urge to punch the men who openly stared. It was confusing and exhausting. Remy could feel it all pressing on his shields, weakening them.

Shaking out of his thoughts, Remy looked up as Jean came in with another armload. She set the pile down and selected the first one she wanted him to try on.

"Here, now that we have covered the basics, jeans and shirts for everyday, how about some fun things?" she replied holding up a pair of slinky black pants. Remy arched a brow at the rather tiny garment.

"Day look too small." he said, recalling his fight with his own jeans the day before. Jean chuckled and put them in his hand.

"That's the point, Rems." she winked and waved her hands at him. "Come on, humor us." she said with a sweet smile. The Cajun sighed again and nodded.

"Kay, Jeanie." he said, unbuttoning his current pants. Jean turned and sorted through the pile looking for a suitable top to go with the pants. Remy slipped the jeans off and kicked them aside.

Shimmying into the tight pants, he watched the reflection in the mirror, missing Jean's appraisal from behind. Her lips twitched as she suppressed a smirk.

On Remy's curved hips were slight lavender bruises. Faint impressions of Logan's fingers. She figured it wouldn't take them long, they were a randy pair normally. The added dimension of Remy's new body had to be a temptation they couldn't resist long. She had been right.

Remy zipped the trousers and smoothed his hands down the thighs. The fabric was soft like cotton but seemed to be mixed with something that stretched. They hugged the Cajun's hips and legs like they were made to fit.

The waist was low, riding just below the delicate hipbones. Remy felt a stirring of desire. His still male thoughts liking the image the garment cut. He could imagine what his lover would think of them.

"Yes, those are a keeper!" Jean said and nodded her head. She tossed the empath a silky little camisole. "Pair them with that." she urged and smiled warmly. Remy shrugged out of the tank top and pulled the camisole over his head. He frowned at the mirror.

"Dis no good, Jeanie. Can see da bra, looks trashy." he said and reached to pull it off. Jean came up from behind and stilled his movements.

"That is because you aren't supposed to wear one, Remy." she said and deftly unhooked the bra. She helped Remy slip it from under the top.

The Cajun looked again and was startled. The silky fabric hugged the round, high breasts, showed every dip and curve. He felt the traitorous nipples harden from the sensation of the silk rubbing them and the cool air of the AC in the store.

He accidentally looked up at his face. Remy felt his heart speed up. This was too weird. He was turned on by his own image. He could feel both the sensual slip and slide of the camisole on his body, as well as the lust rising for the image he cut in the outfit. More than confusing and disconcerting.

"You wear that and Logan will be a walking hard on." Jean whispered in a wicked tone. Remy's eyes grew wide and he turned to face her.

"Not sure iffen dat be sompfing Remy want." he confessed and looked at the floor. Jean's face softened and she reached out to take Remy's hand in hers.

"Why wouldn't you want that, Rems?" she asked gently. Remy sat down on the bench and looked up at her with glassy eyes.

"B'for. We never had t'worry bout no'ting." he spoke in a low breathy voice. "Wolvie gots his healing factor and Remy, he be a boy, so no problems, right? Not like when dating a femme and have to 'member protection." The Cajun's crooked grin faltered. "Now...terrified, Jeanie. What Remy gonna do?" Jean crouched down before the Cajun and tried to catch his eyes.

"Can't Logan wear a condom?" She asked, wondering why Remy would worry about something she dealt with on a regular basis. Remy laughed drily.

"Dats what you don't get, Jeanie. It ain't Logan dat Remy worry bout. It be da Wolverine." He said and leaned his head back against the wall.

"He don't care for being restrain'd and his instincts are t'mate. You tink he gonna stop to put one on? You tink he gonna consider pulling out?" Remy asked with a sarcastic expression. Jean sucked in a breath.

"I had thought about that. But seeing as--well, you've already crossed that bridge haven't you?" she asked waving her hand at Remy's hip. The Cajun looked down and caught sight of the pale bruises the low slung pants just barely exposed.

"Dat was different. Dat was me and Logan." he said and shook his head. "Tink, iffen Logan lose his hold on da Wolverine, Remy gonna end up preg'nt." he whispered, the fear showed in his red eyes like a beacon.

"Don't tink I can do it, Jeanie. And what iffen dat happens and den we find da Gypsy. Can't change me back wit a bun in de oven." Remy sniffed back the emotions trying to break free, Jean stroked his hand with comforting motions.

She was reading a lot more off Remy than normal. The fear and terror, the boy within felt at the thought, was clear and bright to her.

Up until the last few days, Remy had always seen the world with his male perspective. Never considering what it would be like to deal with the most basic of female functions, to give birth.

Now, faced with the very real prospect of such a thing, it was almost paralyzing to the thief. Jean signed in sympathy.

She could understand better now, Remy might have all the trust and faith in Logan but his other side... The feral primal being they called Wolverine, didn't have such morals and manners.

The animal side of Logan probably wants just that. To breed with his mate, make more to carry on. It was the driving force for all living things on the planet.

"Remy, take a deep breath." she cooed and lifted the Cajun's chin to look at him eye to eye. "You are here, in this body, now. I know it's not what you were thinking when you admitted your feelings to that woman, but this is an answer to that question. You wanted to be able to give Logan everything he wants, voiced or not." she reasoned and held his eyes.

"The Remy LeBeau I know, is not afraid of anything. I don't deny that it's frightening and daunting, even for a born woman like me. But you have to have faith in yourself and your lover. Logan loves you and you love him. Is that worth the risk? And what if it does happen? Wouldn't that be a gift from heaven? To have a child that is yours and Logan's?"

She knew that Remy was confused and scared and she wasn't trying to increase that. But she also knew that her friends were given a very rare and special opportunity here.

"What if this is the whole point? What if that woman gave you this chance to have something same sex and barren couples, the world over, would die for. A chance to have a child with their mate, that is truly theirs?" Her green eyes widened and she leaned in closer to Remy. The empath was speechless as she followed the thought path he had been too scared to consider.

"What if that is the only way to break this spell?" she asked in a soft awed tone. Remy sucked in a deep breath and let it out in a slow shuddering way.

"Dat---be ---Oh God Jeanie I don tink I can!" he said and the tears slipped down his cheeks, he felt disloyal and a coward. "I don't deserve Logan. I can't love him like I say I do iffen I can't do dis." he cried and leaned into Jean's warm embarce. "Oh Jeanie, what do I do?"

Jean held him as he cried and she rubbed the slender back with a warm hand.

"Remy, that is something only you can answer. 'Do' you love Logan enough?" she asked, knowing it sounded a little harsh. "I think you do. I've seen you in battle, risking your own life to protect Logan, though he doesn't need it." Her voice was low and soft.

"You love him enough to risk your life to keep him for harm. Do you love him enough to face this fear? Do you love him enough to give what he'd never ask you for?" she asked and felt the Cajun stiffen in her arms. Remy pulled back and looked at her with a stunned expression.

Then, slowly the thief's face changed and he looked thoughtful.

"You right, Red." he whispered. "Only Remy can answer dat." He ran a hand through his long hair and then licked his lips. Wiping the tears from his face, he stood and walked to the mirror. Looking at his reflection from feet to face, he took it all in.

Jean watched the Cajun's shoulders square and the pointed chin lift, though it quivered only a little. Remy caught her gaze in the glass and he nodded his head, indicating a point of acceptance.

"At dis moment, he...err...s-she..." The pronoun was choked a little. "She--Remy-- don't know....yet." Remy's voice was so quiet Jean almost couldn't hear him. She was surprised at the feminine word and she gave her friend a loving smile.

"You will, Rems. And do not be afraid to come and vent with me. Or Storm or Kitty. You know we love you and are here for you." she said standing to hug the empath tight. Remy sniffed and hugged her back.

"Tanks again, Jeanie." he said and stepped back to look at the clothing. "Kay, tink Remy see what you mean bout dis. We get it." he said and then moved to try on the other things she had brought.

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Ororo drug the thief into the cosmetics section of the next store. The Cajun was resistant but it wasn't effective.

"Padnat, you know I have always wanted to put mascara on those lashes of yours." she said, pushing him onto a stool next to a glass topped counter filled with makeup.

"Jus' promise Remy he won't look like a putain." he groused and got a swat from Storm.

"As if I would do such to you!" she said, mildly hurt at the accusation. Remy sighed and crossed his arms, giving in to the women again.

He fussed and bitched the whole time, Storm forced the Cajun to sit and behave. She painted the thief's face with tasteful make up. Remy had a hard time with it. He didn't see the need. She assured him it was part of the female experience.

When she finished, he was forced to look in the mirror. Again that pretty girl looked back at him, only now she looked even more alluring. Remy was wavering back and forth between accepting his state and rejecting it like the plague. He was nice and told Storm she did a good job. The three women clapped and tittered about what a natural beauty the thief was.

Once the basics were selected for Remy's growing haul of girl gear, they set off again.

Remy bitched about needing something to eat, they had skipped breakfast. Rolling their eyes, they relented a bit and took the pouting mutant to a shop, where they could get vitamin enriched juice smoothies. Not quite what Remy had in mind but he was too hungry to fight.

Now armed with drinks from Jamba Juice, Kitty took the lead. She had a destination in mind.

As they turned the corner and the black and pink facade came into view, Remy stopped dead in his tracks.

"Non! Remy ain't going in der." he shook his head and frowned. Kitty looked at him with large brown eyes and smiled sweetly.

"Remy, every girl needs these things." she said and pulled his arm. "Besides, you need jammies too." she soothed. They pulled the reluctant mutant into the store.

"Remy don't wear jammies." he said and they let out a chorus of giggles.

"Bet Logan likes that." Kitty said and winked at the blushing Cajun. Storm's rich laughter took the sting out of the teasing.

As they walked into the shop the murmur of music filled the air. The scent of floral perfumes surrounded them. Remy was startled by all the pink and lace and ruffles and satin. He dragged his feet and tried not to panic.

Kitty sauntered to a rack of brightly colored bras and flipped through the tags.

"Rem, what size bra?" Her musical tone carried across the store.

Remy felt his face flush and he stared at the dark haired mutant with something like fear, as his mind drew a blank. Jean had the information, she stepped up and told Kitty her own size.

"But it seemed a little loose, I think Remy's ribcage is smaller than mine." the redhead replied, looking thoughtful.

A big discussion began as they determined the proper size Remy needed. The Cajun interjected, demanding that if they were going to put him through this, that the undergarments be as simple and plain as possible. The girls seemed deflated by that.

Selecting a few things, the four moved deeper into the store. Remy was letting his gaze roam over the clothing and accessories, when his eye was caught by something.

Standing still with an expression the three women knew well. It was the look a girl gets when she sees a pretty outfit she has to have in her life.

The focus of Remy's attention was a black and red satin corset. The fabric was a very intricate design of Asian dragons and flowers. The clean lines of the corset appealed to him. It had garters and a pair of tiny silky panties that tied at the hips. Kitty sidled up to Remy and leaned in to whisper.

"You would rock that, Remy." she said and nudged him. "Try it on." The Cajun balked and shook his head.

"Non. Dat be too much girl pow'er fo' Remy." he said and tried to move on. Kitty was having none of it. She motioned to the hovering sales girl to get one in Remy's size.

They moved toward a rack of skirts and leggings. Remy still refused to get any dresses or skirts. He wouldn't even try them on. Kitty was determined though. She flipped through the rack and found the perfect match to the corset. A black satin miniskirt with a small slit in the side.

She pulled it out and handed it to the sales girl, who was gathering the items, the clearly wealthy women, were selecting.

Kitty then turned to find Remy some stockings to go with the garters. No point in having them and not using them. Besides, Remy had killer legs.

They pulled the thief to the next fitting room and Kitty went in with him this time. The red and black eyes stared at her with dread.

"Kitkat, Remy don't need to be trussed up like a turkey." he whined, as she pulled the tank top off him and instructed him to remove the bra.

"Shush, that corset was made for you in this Smokin Hot Bod', Remy." she said and waited for the Cajun to finish disrobing. She had to agree with Jean, Remy made a beautiful female.

She cinched the corset up and then pulled out the skirt. Remy shook his head.

"Non, non skirts!" he said and she shook her head back at him.

"It is the prefect match for this, now put it on. It would be a sin to hide such lovely legs." Her focus didn't waver. Kitty was an unmovable force when she wanted her way. Surprising for a girl gifted with the ability to separate and dissolve her mater. Remy knew she wouldn't let it go, he was forced to relent and give in.

Once he was in the tight little skirt, he looked in the mirror. Eyes wide and mouth agape, he was stunned.

"Damn, Kitkat, you sure know you stuff." he whisperd. Kitty squealed.There was a rapping on the door, Jean and Storm insisted on seeing the outfit.

The whistles and catcalls made the boy, trapped in the female body, turn red and wish the floor would eat him.

They all insisted he get it, if for nothing else than to drive Logan crazy.

Remy rolled his eyes and prayed this would be the last stop.

It wasn't.

Once they had convinced the Cajun to buy the things they picked out, they moved on to shoes.

Remy suffered through being shoved into a seat while they tried all kinds of shoes on him. They did take pity on the poor boy and didn't make him wear high heels.

Sticking to flats and low heels, they had a wide variety. He had to admit, he did like the black leather knee-high combat style boots Storm found for him.

When the three had finally selected the footwear he would need, they left the bustling mall. Remy sank into the back seat of the car and leaned his head agsint the window.

How did these things happen to him? What must he have done in a past life to warrant this?
tbc.....