Pretending

Okay, this is an RP that kitty devoire and I were doing. She hasn't been on in forever, so I doubt it's ever doing to be finished unless one of my other friends agrees to take over the roles. But people have wanted to read it, so. Here you go!

I played Kurt and Kitty.
She played Scott, Todd, Jean and Lance.

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He moaned softly, arching his back up into the large hand splayed over his chest. One hand moved upwards, rubbing the dark blue fur against the grain and scratching a nipple with a jagged fingernail-- enticing a small gasp from the boy. The other trailed down his stomach and under the boxer's elastic, gently touching the base of his cock.

"Bitte..."

The hand below stilled and the boy whined in protest. He opened his eyes a little, watching the smirk form on the others face. The other hand stopped playing with his nipple and moved down his back to instead play with the sensitive bundle of nerves at the base of his tail. His eyes closed again, pushing against the other hand. The hand on his cock gripped him firmer and started stroking-- slowly then faster.

The boy's body shuddered in pleasure, his hands gripping the sheets to his side.

"Mein Gott--"

"--Scott!" the same boy gasped out, sitting up quickly in his bed. Kurt quickly looked around the room, bright yellow eyes scanning before flopping back down on the bed. He groaned, still feeling the erection from his dream. He shuddered then teleported with a 'bamf' into the showers, locking the door. Quickly shedding his clothes, he stepped under the cascade of warm water.

He shivered and closed his eyes-- trying to picture the dream again-- while gripping himself, moving his thumb against the head before stroking. He bit his lip (though careful not to break the skin with his fangs) to keep any noise from escaping, moving his hand faster. After a couple minutes, he directed the water to wash the tile wall.

Kurt quickly washed himself, trying to keep his thoughts from straying, and stepped out of the shower after turning it off. He shivered as the cold air hit against the steam from the shower, instantly turning his fur cold. He grabbed a towel and hastily scrubbed himself with it, trying to dry his fur and hair. Hesitating for only a moment, he picked up Kitty's hair drier and turned it on, discarding the second now wet towel.

Nearly an hour later he emerged and headed back to his room to get dressed.

It didn't take long for Kurt to get dressed, really. He didn't need to bother with grooming his fur much-- the inducer hid it, after all. After flipping it on, he 'ported down into the kitchen for breakfast. Incidentally, appearing right in front of Kitty, and knocking into each other before she could phase.

"Heh. Sorry, Kitty," he muttered, putting on a sheepish grin and offering his hand to help her up.

She sighed and grasped it, hulling herself up. She brushed herself off after letting go. "It's okay. Just, like, be more careful, okay, Kurt?"

He nodded, his grin widening a little after knowing she wasn't mad. He turned and grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl; inspected it; rubbed it with his sleeve; then took a bite.

Scott tore down the corridors - leaving Spyke, who had been banging at his door, far behind. He paused for a moment a few feet away from the kitchen to regain his breath and composure before walking in.

Spotting Kitty and Kurt - never really far apart from each other in one way or another - he shot them both a dazzlingly confident grin as he made his way calmly over to the fridge.

"Good morning you two, and how are we today?" He asked, bending over to fish out a carton of milk before straightening up and heading for the cookie jar; okay so not the best breakfast but it would do in a fix. He slid onto a seat at the breakfast bar, trying to maintain his cool and calm exterior and trying not to glance at the clock. Only three minutes until Jean would appear.

"U-um... Fine. Guten Morgen. Ah... good morning. Just... fine," Kurt ended rather weakly, a blush showing through the inducer-- damn, why does it have to sense those things? Why'd he have to have that dream? And, oh-- Gott Verdammt! Why's Scott have to bend over now?

He let out a shuddering sigh and turned the other way, Kitty giving him a calculating look before turning her attention back to the other boy. "Um, fine, Scott. So, like, are we gonna be heading out soon? I told Lance I'd meet him before the bell."

Scott cast the German boy a questioning look, picking up on the blush that was easier to see with Kurt’s fake pale skin; what is with that guy?

"Just fine?" He asked Kurt, "You sure? You look a bit... Er..." He was going to say weird but didn't want to hurt Kurt's feelings, "...different." He finished with a shrug, taking a gulp of milk and finishing a cookie.

"Lance?" Scott rolled his eyes, hidden behind the ruby quartz glasses, barely stopping himself from ranting at her.

He slid off the chair and clapped a friendly hand to Kurt’s shoulder.

"Coming Kurt?" He asked with a bright smile, trying to put the other boy at ease.

"Yes. Lance," she snapped, eyes narrowing a bit. "I'll be waiting in the garage," she said and phased through the floor, not wanting to hear a rant about the Brotherhood boy.

The blue boy jumped slightly at the contact, but looked up and managed a grin-- though it felt shaky to him. He nodded, moving away just slightly and standing up. "Ja. Lead the way."

Scott heaved a sigh at Kitty’s behavior, "That girl doesn't have a clue what she's letting herself in for, mark my words." He rolled his eyes, tugging at Kurt's shoulder as he headed out towards the door, "Come on then." He smiled over his shoulder, glad to see the familiar grin on his friends face. He glanced at his watch, looking down the length of the corridor just as—

"Hey Jean." He beamed a grin as the red haired girl rounded the corner, blushing so hard he thought his visor might crack. "How’s it going? Need a lift?" His voice warbled a little on the last word and he cleared his throat, hoping she hadn't noticed.

Jean giggled, patting his shoulder on the way past, "No thanks, Scooter, I've got a lift from someone else this morning," She said, shooting him a wink, "Thanks for the offer, though."

Almost off-hand Jean smiled at Kurt and added, "Hi Kurt," before disappearing into the kitchen.

Scott let out a breath he hadn't been aware of holding and smiled at Kurt as they headed out towards the garage. "She sure is something, isn't she?" He said dreamily.

Kurt tuned out Scott's starting rant. While, yes, he didn't like Lance. Not one bit. And he had once liked Kitty-- more fueling the hatred for the rock-tumbler-- he didn't want to hear the same speeches over again.

He absently muttered a hello to Jean, inwardly scowling just a little bit. And did at Scott's question. But he quickly pushed those feelings away, knowing it was stupid and petty-- it wasn't Jean's fault he was gay. For the one person who was straight as an arrow. And madly in love with her. ...Damn.

"Um. Yeah."

Scott opened his mouth to say something about the lack of feeling in Kurt’s tone and the scowl on the other boys face but they'd entered the garage and he didn't want to embarrass Kurt in front of Kitty.

He fished his car keys out of his back pockets and unlocked his car with a customary 'blip', looking round for Kitty before sliding into the driver’s seat.

"Who's in the front and who's in the back?" He added to Kurt, "Decide before you get in the car, okay? I don't want to have to put up with you two squabbling all the way to school." He said, a little moody now that Jean had turned down his offer for a ride.

Kurt stuck out his tongue at Scott, but instead of waiting to discuss it with Kitty, just ported into the front seat. At the same time Kitty phased through the door and took the seat as well. He landed in Kitty's lap and put on his customary grin.

"We've got to stop meeting like this, Katzchen."

Kitty sent a scowl in his direction and crossed her arms.

"Ach, fine, fine," the elf said, his grin faltering as he 'ported again, reappearing a split second later sprawled out in the back seat.

Scott rolled his eyes at the display, waving a hand in front of his face to dispel some of the smoke Kurt left behind.

"All buckled up, guys?" He asked before pulling off anyway, brooding over the 'Jean-situation' as he headed towards the school. What to do, what to do... He'd tried everything he could think of to try and get her to notice him but nothing seemed to impress that woman.

He'd tried flowers, candy, even, on one excruciatingly embarrassing try that no one but him and Jean knew about, poetry.

He shook his head a little to clear it, glancing in his rear view mirror and his gaze just happened to settle on Kurt.

...Kurt and his image induced appearance. Kurt and his imaged induced appearance that could in fact appear to be...

"Kurt...?" He asked slowly, thoughtfully, staring at the other boy instead of paying attention to what was happening on the road.

Kurt had a small smile on his face, daydreaming. And a very nice daydream at that. Including food and a bed and-- oh, someone's saying his name. Damn.

"Was?" he asked, eyes focusing on Scott. And widened as the car moved towards the opposite lane. "Ach, watch it!"

Kitty made the car phase partly through a neighboring car, then reached over and jerked the wheel slightly. "Like, watch the road, Scott! Geeze."

"What?" Scott blushed as Kitty jerked the car back on track. "Everything’s under control," He said firmly, though his gaze kept darting to the boy in the rear view mirror, wondering if he should pose his question in front of Kitty before mumbling a quick thanks to her. He looked back at Kurt.

"Hey, you alright back there?" He asked, "I've got a question." He started awkwardly as the school came into view, "It's about that image inducer of yours." He said, frowning a little as he thought.

Kitty just rolled her eyes and settled back against the seat again, eager to get to school and talk with Lance again. Maybe she could convince him to try a real date for once...

Kurt nodded, his gaze turning questioning. "Ja, what about it?"

"Does it - aw heck!" Scott slammed on the brakes - and then the horn - as someone pulled out in front of him, scowling at the barrage of abuse and silent gestures he saw in the car ahead, he pulled in to the vacant parking spot they'd just left.

"Honest to God some people don't know how to drive." He shook his head, leaning over the back to where he'd left his book bag the other day accidentally brushing his hand against Kurt’s thigh as he did so.

He slipped out of the car and scowled as he saw Lance heading their way - accompanied by his crony Todd as usual - the Brotherhood member’s eyes fixed on Kitty.

Scott opened his mouth to hurl some abuse only to swallow it down as he saw the genuinely happy smile on Lances face.

Kurt's fur bristled at the contact and he edged away, scooping up his bag. He opened the car door and got out, pushing back a blush he felt threatening to show on his face.

Kitty grinned and, slipping her bag on, jumped out of the car, not even bothering to open it. She said a quick bye to her team mates before moving over to Lance. "Like, hi, Lance," she said, grinning.

Scott bit his lower lip against the deluge of words that wanted to tumble out of his mouth before he turned to Kurt, catching the other boy by his wrist so he couldn't walk off. This WAS important after all; this was about Jean.

"As I was saying," He said, looking down at the German boy, still holding him, "that image inducer of yours. It can project any image, right? Even-“ he blushed a little, hating himself for doing so, "Even a girl, right?" He asked, feeling awkward but determined to work this out.

Kurt smiled weakly, willing himself not to pull away. He didn't want Scott to think he'd, for some reason, regressed back to feeling nervous around everybody.

He blinked. And blinked again. Not knowing where this was going, but curious, he raised an eyebrow. "Um, yeah... Why?"

Scott barely stopped himself from grinning, letting go of Kurt’s wrist to run a hand back through his hair, knowing it probably wasn't a good idea to frighten the other boy.

"Well see, it's like this... you know how I've been, er, trying to... get Jean to go out with me?" He stammered, "I was wondering if you could help me out?"

Not too far away Lance was busy talking to Kitty. Todd had long since got bored and was stood slightly away from the pair, hands stuck in his pockets as he gazed around with heavy lidded eyes. He started to grin as he saw Scott talking with a very bothered looking Kurt. He narrowed his eyes and tilted his head, trying to listen harder.

A smirk started to form on Kurt's face, relaxing a little now that he wasn't touching. "Ja, who hasn't noticed you trying?" he asked, teasing. After a pause in which he looked thoughtful, he said, "I suppose... What's your plan? And what's in it for the fuzzy dude?"

He knew he'd do it anyway. Just to have an excuse to be around him more. But still, he had to ask.

Scott blushed a little at the 'who hasn't noticed' comment, narrowing his eyes in a scowl - unseen thanks to the visor. The blush deepened as he tried how to figure out how to phrase the question without making it seem like he was... interested.

"I was thinking... if you programmed your image inducer to be a new girl at the school - a pretty one - and I asked you, I mean, girl you, out on a date then Jean would notice and get jealous and decide that she actually wants to be with me," He babbled in one long breath. "See?" He said eventually.

Todd edged a little closer, leaning nonchalantly against a tree as he pretended not to listen in, snickering as he heard the infamous Cyclops babble.

He heart skipped a beat. Then another. Of course it wouldn't be real, but... "A-and... you'd be making it convincing, right?" A small blush spread across his cheeks. "I mean, it'd have to be, or else Jean wouldn't notice, right?"

God, he knew this was pretty stupid. "How... how real would it be?"

Scott looked at Nightcrawler with just the tiniest hint of suspicion, taking an unconscious step back as he folded his arms.

"How convincing do you mean?" He asked, his tone wary but still open. "As for real..." He shrugged, "Well, lets say..." He thought for a moment - what would I do with Jean? No! That’s not a good thought! Kurt isn't Jean!

"Er, how does a movie and a meal sound? I could book us into one of Jean’s favourite restaurants or something." He grinned, "So she'd definitely see us."

Kurt's heart sank just a little bit at the step back. Well, of course, he'd be weirded out if you seemed eager... "I.... I guess. But I mean... we'd--" oh, get those pictures out of your mind, Wagner! "-- we'd have to... you know. Do... couple-y things, right?"

He swallowed thickly, trying to keep his voice from squeaking.

Scott pulled a face. ‘Couple-y things’?

"I'll hold hands, Kurt but - no offence because you're a nice enough guy - I'm not going to kiss you," He said, brutally honest but not wanting to get the other boys hopes up.

"So, er, you'll do it then?" He asked, raising a questioning eyebrow and glancing over to the school entrance where Jean had just arrived, accompanied by Spyke of all people, Scott’s jaw tightened and his fists balled before he looked back down at Kurt, stepping forward, lowering his voice conspiratorially as he leaned a little closer.

"When can you re-program your image inducer?" He all but whispered, looking just past Kurt to where Jean was.

"Well, o-of course," he said, letting out a shaky laugh. He frowned a little, glancing at the inducer. Of course he was going to do this, but it still hurt a little that Scott just assumed.

"I... well, how soon do you want to start? I can try right before lunch and... I don't know, you be showing the new girl around? Or tomorrow..."

"Why not right now?" He asked, almost absentmindedly still watching Jean rather than looking at Kurt, "I could walk you to the school gate, carry your books for you?" He suggested, Jean went inside and Scott looked at Kurt.

"Never mind, lunchtime would be great." He moved to walk away before glancing over his shoulder, smiling at Kurt gratefully, "Kurt... Kurt, you don't know how much this means to me." He said softly, still smiling, "Catch you later, at lunchtime yeah?" He waved before heading into the school, calling out as he went, "Hey Jean! Wait up!"

Toad smirked as he walked towards Kurt, hands still stuffed in his pockets as he moved.

"That was pathetic, dawg, don't you have a spine?" He sniggered.

"Uh... yeah," he muttered, offering a small smile back at Scott. He sighed then jumped at the new voice, turning around quickly. Narrowing his eyes at his rival, his lip curled just a bit in a snarl.

"Shut up, Toad," he snapped. Great. Just what he needed; someone else to ruin his day farther. He started walking in towards school, hoping that the other would just... hop along. He sniggered a little at his private joke. Now to find a private place to adjust his inducer...

"Shut up? Oooh, great come back." Todd smirked, walking right behind him, poking him sharply in the back with a finger. "Heh, you do have a spine, who'd have thunk, yo." He smirked, hopping out of range of tail or fist before the smirk was wiped away by Kurt’s sniggering,

"What's so funny, dawg?" He said defensively.

Kurt yelped and dropped his bag at the sharp jab. He turned and got into a fighting stance automatically. "I don't want to deal with you right now, Toad. So just skip along back to Lance, would you?"

"Lance's busy," Todd said lazily, glancing over to where Lance and Kitty were blushing at each other, heading into school. He dropped into a crouch in reply, ready to spring if need be.

"How come you're in such a bad mood, dawg?" He smirked widely, "You an' lover boy had a tiff?" He teased nodding over to where Scott had disappeared into the school, though his insides were crawling with curiosity. What was going on between one eye and fuzzbutt?

Kurt scowled, his invisible tail snapping back and forth in agitation. "It's none of your business," he snapped.

The school bell rang sharply, causing him to flinch just a little. "Ach, now I'll be late. Thanks a lot, Toad," he said sarcastically, straightening up and wrapping his tail back around his waist to avoid contact. He turned his back on Todd and scooped up his bag, moving towards the school again.

"Not my fault you were fighting with your fuck buddy." Todd sniggered as he followed on behind. Maybe if he poked around enough Kurt would snap and finally tell him what was going on. "’sides, I'm in the same class as you first period. Right?" Todd grinned, "So you can tell me all about it." Todd poked him again before leaping on ahead, turning to grin, "You know you want to, yo."

He flushed a little, but turned narrow eyes on the Toad. "But it's your fault I'll be late. Some people care about grades, you know." He ignored his other taunting, but wished he was in range for touch. He could quickly 'port him to the roof or something-- no way of getting down unless he jumped, which he'd probably do but that was beside the point, or someone retrieved him.

Oh, a morning free of Toad; wouldn't that be nice?

"Ah fuzz butt you worry too much," Todd said lazily, "Grades suck. Who cares about them in the real world?" He smirked, watching Kurt closely for signs of real irritation. He didn't feel like being 'ported somewhere nasty at the moment.

"Bet, Mr. Fucking-Kurt-in-His-Dreams doesn't care much about your grades either," Todd said, walking backwards so he could watch Kurt’s expression as he spoke. "Bet he just takes what he wants and leaves you panting." He smirked, wondering just how much this line of thought would it take to get the other boy really pissed off.

He felt his face grow hot again-- trying to not picture it himself-- and just glared all the more fiercely at Todd. "He's straight, Toad. Everyone with a rock's IQ could see that." He smirked at him. "Guess that says something about you, doesn't it?"

"Oh yeah. because I'm as bent as you, Wagner," He said, rolling his eyes and feeling his face heat up despite himself - damn... is it that obvious?

"So, if you weren't discussin' blow job techniques what were you talkin' about?" He rooted, wincing as he walked into someone’s locker, the dial jabbing in his back hard, "C'mawn, fuzz for brains, tell me or I'll spread your filthy secret round, yo.”

He shot him another glare. Geeze, could someone blow an artery from blushing too much in one day?

He growled a bit in irritation and stood close to Todd, getting right in his face. "Don't you dare go talking about what we are," he said, jabbing what looked like two fingers at his chest. "You remember what happened at the game a couple months ago?" Obviously he thought Toad talking about mutants.

"We? Dawg, what's this we?" Todd felt - to his horror - his face heat up at the proximity of the other boy. Damn, he could practically feel the body heat Kurt gave off. Out of panic he shoved the other boys shoulder, hard enough to put some space back between them. "You're the ragin' fag, yo, not me."

Kurt stumbled back easily for once, confusion written on his face. He blushed furiously, his mouth going dry. "You're not talking about..." he glanced around, "...you know. Mutants?"

Then quickly interjected, "I'm not gay."

Todd stared at Kurt for a moment, his earlier embarrassment dissipating now that he could think clearly; now that fuzz butt wasn't standing right there.

"You're not -" Todd’s sentence was cut off as he burst into raucous loud laughter. "Oh c-come awn dawg!" He giggled, slapping his webbed hands onto his thighs as he tried to remain upright, using the lockers for support. "You were practically drooling when Summers was talkin' to you, man." He shook his head, still sniggering.

Kurt just stared at him, not sure whether to feel shame, anger or... what.

"Just shut. Up," he growled, eyes sharply glancing around. Damnit, he still really needed to get to class too. He scowled then grabbed Todd's wrist and dragged him into a nearby bathroom. He really didn't want to talk about it in the open-- and obviously Todd's not just going to let it go.

"Okay. Okay, I... I do like Scott. Just... keep it quiet. Please?" He sighed lightly. He really didn't need something else to further ostracize him.

"I knew it, yo." Toad grinned smugly, folding his arms as he leaned back against a wall, relishing the cold tiles against his skin, "So what? You really are fuckin’ him?" He sniggered. "I thought you were walkin’ funny this mornin’." He tilted his head, eyes narrowing a bit.

"What's in it for me t'keep quiet, yo?" Todd smirked before blushing, realizing that that probably wasn't the best honest-I'm-a-straight-guy question to ask after he'd just been dragged into the nearest bathroom by a guy that wasn't exactly ugly. Not that he swung that way. Not at all; nope.

Kurt sighed heavily, beyond caring if he blushed again. "No, I'm not. He's not gay, remember?"

He scowled a little. "Figured you couldn't just be nice for a change," he muttered. "I don't know. What do you want?" Pause. "Money for lunch?" he asked, trying for something small.

Todd blinked, opened his mouth... And closed it again. What did he want? He blushed as many scenarios - positions, sounds, smells, feelings - flittered across his mind - yo! What the hell's that about?

...His tail ain't even that flexible, yo.

"I want ya to tell me what you two were gabbin' about under the tree." He shrugged one shoulder, "I only heard every other word."

Kurt raised an eyebrow at the blush, then blushed himself again. "Um... Is there anything else..?" he tried, "Anything? I'll... uh, let you win a fight next time?"

Todd raised an eyebrow, smirking a little as he folded his arms stubbornly and shook his head.

"Let me win? As if I don't kick your skinny ass anyway?" He rolled his eyes, "Tell me, yo, or I'll be singin’ Kurt and Scotty sittin' in a tree for the rest of the school year." He squinted, making a broad gesture, "Or maybe spray ‘Kurt loves Scott’ in big letters over one wall," He mused out loud.

He bit back a retort, knowing it wouldn't help. "It's... it was nothing. He was just talking about Jean," he half-lied. He really didn't want to give Toad more blackmail material. Or for him to know he really didn't have a spine when it came to Scott.

Todd’s expression didn't change.

"Scotty and Kurt sittin' in a tree," He half sang, "So what was the bit about a date? I know he's gonna ask you out on a date. Weird for a straight man to do that. Or is he just curious and you're willin' to let him use your ass?" He asked, blushing a little as he realized just how many references he'd made to Kurts ass in the past few minutes.

He flushed again. "N-no, it's... nothing like that. Ah... he..." he paused, muttering, "He wants to make her jealous." God, it sounded so lame.

"Jealous," Todd deadpanned, rolling his eyes as he shouldered roughly past the other boy.

"Dawg, you're so far back in the closet you're in Narnia, yo." He smirked over his shoulder, trying to figure out just why he was blushing. "Why don’t y'just tell the bloke you want a quick fuck and have done with it?" He said, walking back out into the corridor and sniggering to himself. Oh, boy, was he gonna have some fun with this!

He stepped back and just stared at his back. "...Because I don't want that," he muttered to himself before quickly following him out. "So... you're not gonna tell anyone, right?"

Todd smirked, shrugging one shoulder.

"Depends what mood I'm in, dawg," He said lazily, looking at him with heavy lids as he roamed through the corridors. "What the hell room are we in anyway?" He asked with a frown, knowing that his time table was stuck to his ceiling back in his room. He thought about what he'd been told for a moment.

"So y'gonna do it?" He asked without even looking at Kurt.

Kurt scowled, taking a step ahead to lead him to the room. "Well... Uh, yeah, I guess... I mean, he is my friend and he asked for my help..." he muttered after a long pause.

Todd reached out, grabbing the other boy’s wrist to stop him going into the classroom yet.

"Did he ask whether you wanted to do it?" He asked without even meaning too, looking surprised at himself he let the other boy go, wiping his hand dramatically on his torn jeans as if he'd handled something nasty.

He stopped short and glanced back at him. He resisted to urge to rub his wrist and frowned, thinking back. "Well... Not... not exactly-- he asked if I would. But, I mean, he can't exactly do it without my permission, can he?"

Todd shrugged one shoulder, shoving past Kurt, wishing he hadn't asked, wishing this fucking stupid lump of worry would get out of his stomach.

"Whatever, yo," He said casually, opening the door to forestall any more conversation. He just hoped Kurt wouldn't ask him any questions.

Kurt's frown deepened a little and went into the classroom, steeling himself for a lecture from the teacher. Ten minutes late. Damn.

"Mr. Tolensky! Mr. Wagner!" The teacher announced sternly as they walked in, "So very glad you could finally join us. What was so very important that you felt it necessary to miss the first ten minutes of my class?"

Todd scowled as he slid into his usual seat at the back of the class, sticking out an ankle to hopefully trip Kurt up. A bit of mindless violence would be guaranteed to make him feel better after all that... weirdness.

Kurt blushed-- thankfully for a different reason this time-- and muttered an apology, slinking into his seat. He scowled at Todd, stepping over his foot. "Arschloch," he muttered quietly as he sat down.

"What was that, Mr. Wagner?" The teacher called out, looking at him over the top of her glasses.

"Dick," Todd whispered in reply, using his ruler to fire a spit wad at the back of Kurts head.

"Nothing, Mrs. Awkright," he said in a false cheery voice. He flinched as the spitball hit the back of his head and wiped at it, resisting the urge to turn around and attack Toad.

--

When lunchtime rolled around, Kurt slipped into the men's bathroom, frowning and wondering what would happen if someone walked in when he tweaked his inducer. Or if someone came in when he finally 'became' a girl. He mentally shrugged and started messing with said technology, staring into a mirror.

After a couple minutes, he came up with a satisfying image and, praying no one was right outside, walked out of the bathroom.

Okay. Now to find Scott...