I'm Not Going Out Wearing That

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Wellllll," Frank dragged out the word, dancing on the spot a little, "maybe?" She shrugged. "It's not like we exchanged rings or said special vows under the special tree or anything." Of course, Frank didn't dwell on that for much longer than that, mostly because the leather pants had done their work to distract her again. Soon she was diving into the pants, pulling things out.

Yeah, she noticed that Franck seemed a little tired. Frank just figured that meant he probably needed some more sugar or he needed another little pick-me-up or something. He'd certainly get some more steam and energy when he started actually trying on the clothes and seeing how super awesome he looked in his sexy new prince outfit and all.

"Right," she chirped in agreement, bounding on her heels and nodding. "You totally need to be trying these on. You don't wanna wear a pair of pants that don't flatter you well. Your butt needs to look totally smackable," she nodded with that solemnity that she could clearly mimic when under pressure. "Now, you need to get into a dressing room. which is overrrrrr therrre!" Frank spent a few moments looking around and trying to find it while she said the word. By "therrre" she'd located the right room, and she'd started dragging Franck in that direction. "You'll need to try them allll on," she chirped, nodding, "and show me, so I can see how they look and stuff. Gotta wear the right outfit to look smokin' after all," and lo, there was yet more nodding, because clearly there had not been enough of that yet.

[François Laffont]

It wasn’t like Franck had expected something official to have been said between the two of them but there should have been at the very least some heavy enough flirting for both of them to understand something was possible. He did hope Frank was not imagining things and the man only tried to be nice but was not interested since, after all, she was a student and he a member of the staff. It mustn’t be seen favorably by the administration, no matter how old Frank was. Since Franck noticed before that her bubbly personality started to burst a little, he really wished that if nothing was to come out of this, she would not feel too down about it. Frank apparently started to feel desperate, wondering why no one wanted of her. He could say he liked her as much as he wanted, he knew it was not the same thing. Because Franck also started to feel like he should be dating someone too.

He grabbed the last pair of pants she handed him. “I promise it will be so smackable you’ll barely be able to resist it,” he replied. Being around Frank did help keep his mood up, even though he was tired of going through costumes. Had it been only for him, he would have left with the first outfit that look sort of nice on him. He wanted to look good, of course, but she wanted him to look so much more than that. He had little choice but to follow Frank as she dragged him along towards the dressing rooms. He looked at the pile of pants and two or three outfits he brought of different size to see which one would fit best. He was not surprised she wanted him to pose for her in all of them but this was a big pile he’d have to try on. “You better stay near the room then. Or almost get in there with me, if there’s enough room, because that’ll take some time.” It was at times like this one he was glad to be gay. No ambiguity here.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Exccccccellent," hissed Frank, doing her best evil person drag out of the word. She chuckled a bit and then outright giggled, all the while shepherding Franck toward the dressing room and/or heading there herself, depending on what was really needed. They'd get their soon enough, with a handful of pants in hand. Frank figured that they should try on at least the ones they had, as she'd said and all.

"Right, gonna stand right outside here," agreed Frank, nodding. She reached out to give Franck a one armed hug, grinning up at him. "I'd be too tempted to be all up in this," she said, waving a hand to indicate all of Franck, "if, you know, I got the chance and all. It would just be to tempting and it could ruin our beautiful friendship," Frank sighed and hung her head on Franck, then giggled and gave him a quick peck on the cheek before turning and pushing him toward the door.

"C'mon! Go get those pants on! I wanna see that smackable ass!"

[François Laffont]

He nodded to Frank when she chose to stand right next to the dressing room while he changed, smiling at the thought of it being too tempting if she were to get in there with him. For a moment, the thought of his friend jumping on him and nearly raping him came to his mind but it was not an awful and scary thought, more like something very funny to picture. Also something he only wanted to imagine and not try. “You’re right. I’ll be right back,” he promised her as he went into the dressing room.

It turned out that not all of the pants were easy for Franck to slip into. He didn’t want to fight with them for the party, having to take some silly measures in order to fit in them. He also wanted to breathe while at the party so any he might have to do more than pulling his stomach, that he already didn’t have a lot of fat over, he tossed away without even bothering showing them to Frank. He knew he agreed to something tight but there was a limit.

“No real smacking of the ass,” he warned her when she let it out. He showed her a few pants but after a while, he put one he preferred as well as the top of the costume he chose. “I think this one looks best, what do you think?” Maybe his taste in clothes weren’t as sexy as hers, at least when it came to dressing her friends, but he knew he had taste and was confident this was the winning combination. He even turned to show her his ass, since it seemed to be the most important part for her. “And I can move and breathe in them without problem so I’d say we got it?” he asked, waiting for her verdict.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Okie dokie!" agreed Frank, her voice practically sing-songing the words. She stood outside patiently for about ten seconds before getting distracted by a nearby display of various moving automatons and whatnot. So for Frank, time really just flew by, mostly spend chattering at a witch and attempting to do a slap game with one of those cauldron hand things.

Franck's comment drew Frank back to their purpose there. She practically bounced as she turned and stuck her head into the dressing room, eyeballing her friend. Frank hemmed and hawed for a few moments, but she'd already pretty well selected all the pants and knew that they'd look good. "I dunno, does your ass feel pretty spankable?" she asked, tilting her head to the side. "It's not gonna do us much good if your ass isn't spankable. 'cuz let's face it: breathing really isn't all that required for a sexy costume," she tapped her fingers against her chin, then looked back at the others for a moment.

However, Frank did end up looking at Franck. "You do look kinda tired and stuff though. Buuuutt, we don't want your, well, buuuuuuttt looking unappealing or anything. Why even wear leather pants unless they make it look good?" She looked down, frowning, "I'm thinking you need to go just a biiiiiiiiiit tighter, don't you?" she looked up, clearly willing to go along with whatever Franck suggested.

[François Laffont]

Franck was actually glad that his friend found something to do while waiting because he doubted she would have been able to stand there doing nothing while he changed. He had no idea what she could have done otherwise but he knew everything was possible with Frank. In her case, it was best to just except everything might happen, even the craziest of ideas. Especially the crazies of ideas.

Franck had no idea how he should guess that his ass felt spankable but he was ready to say yes. He’d prefer no one to spank it or perhaps only in private, far from another Frank who would be nodding her head with her serious expression, approving that these pants indeed made people want to smack his butt. “I’m sure it is. You don’t think it is?” he asked, once again, turning his back at her so she could determine if they looked spankable enough. He really spent too much time with her. “I get it but I still want to move around. What’s the point of making your ass look good if you can’t shake it around?” Not that Franck intended to twerk in these pants but that was the kind of logic Frank could understand and even agree with.

“Uh...” he let out, looking back at the pile of pants. “I think there was one that was a little tighter, I can go with it. But that’s it after that, alright?” he asked his friend. Because, as she said it, he was growing tired of trying pants he would wear for only one evening. Well... unless someone far more appealing to him was to point out, like Frank, that his ass looked very spankable. But that probably wouldn’t be in public.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank kept studying her friend, circling him like a predatory fashionista. She did have to agree: his butt looked pretty darn spankable and all. So she had to nod in agreement with that. "Wellll, you got a point, you gotta be able to shake the booty to make people smack dat booty," she tapped her fingers. "We're totally gonna have to do a grind test," she nodded, and by now, Franck was probably realizing that he probably shouldn't have used "dancing" as a place of judgement.

"Nope, you're right, stick with these, if they pass the grind test.." Frank tapped her fingers and then looked around the costume shop. "We should totally see if there's someone around here who wouldn't mind you grinding on them. We could do me, but that would just be totally awkward plus it would totally ruin our Christmas card, no, no we gotta find you somebody to grind."

Frank stretched her neck and started looking around the place, frowning. "I wonder if we could talk one of the staff into it," she looked back at Franck, "it's part of their job, after all."

[François Laffont]

It was sort of intimidating, to stand here while someone circled around you, checking you from every angle. That is, it can be until you realise that said person is Frank Cox. Franck was ready to trust his own judgement when it came to fashion before her friend. He would never dare say she had bad taste in clothing. She had a unique one however. One that didn’t quite match his and even if this was shopping for a Halloween costume, he still wanted something that fitted more his style than hers. He was simply open to a compromise.

Franck was glad his point was taken into consideration there although he suddenly realised he probably should have said something closer to dance than shake. He wasn’t all that interested in twerking for the guys until someone grabbed a cheek or something. Once again however, the overly bubbly nature of his friend rubbed off on him and Franck didn’t think much before talking. There was also the fact that he could sometimes not use the right word by accident, considering English was not his first language. Whatever the reason was, he was now caught with a Frank Cox wanting him to do a grind test.

He grabbed her arm to stop her, releasing almost instantly before his power allowed him to read more into his friend’s feelings. “I don’t think it’s that necessary. They don’t have to be this dedicated to their job. Besides,” and on that Franck took on him to shake his ass a little in front of the mirror. “I Yeah, I think it looks perfect. Doesn’t it look good?” And he did a few more movements of the hips to shake his booty. One thing for sure, he was not going to repeat what just happened here to anyone.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank did actually stop as Franck gripped her. The physical contact would likely just send the nearly overwhelming burst of positivity and happiness that was literally Frank's entire existence (when not suffering from the near comas that came when she forgot to eat something for a while). There would be that slightest thread of confusion and wonder, mostly as to why Franck was grabbing her arm and getting her to pull up, which was soon assuaged.

"Weeeeeeelll, if you say so," she allowed. "We are supposed to be getting you all prepped for the party, so I guess we wouldn't want to jump the gun or ruin any surprises or anything like that. aaaaand you're shaking your moneymaker!" This caused Frank to let out a squee and hop up and down for a while. She did pause after a second and studied, knowing that she was supposed to be all serious and figure this out.

Then Frank nodded. "Yeah, it looks pretty good! You'll have to go buy this one, and then the top, and then we'll be all ready to go for Halloween" Frank declared, clapping her hands and grinning, pleased at having managed to accomplish her goal.

[François Laffont]

Franck also accomplished his goals. First, he spent time with Frank and happened to survive it without leaving with chaps or any costume that would mistake him for a stripper. Then he found something good to wear without having to grind on anybody to prove the power of his ass while being shaken in front of someone. Now, that was a talent he was not ready to tell many people about. Anyway, he didn’t think it was that great of a power. His ass-shaking technique was... he didn’t want to know how good it was and preferred to assume it was good enough. He was a dancer so he mustn’t be too bad at it.

There was something weird in shaking his ass for Frank but since both of them knew what their preferences were, he didn’t really mind. Whatever awkwardness coming from it came from the fact it wasn’t like him to do this but it was countered by Frank’s hyperactivity that kept affecting him as they spent time together. Still, her attitude made him laugh a little. “That’s an expression, I hope. Moneymaker. I’m not really supposed to make money this way’” he said. He already had difficulty sometimes getting all the English expressions but when he had to deal with Frank’s expressions as well, it made it really hard for him to follow at times.

He nodded when Frank approved of the outfit and returned into the dressing room as she kept going on. He quickly changed back into his clothes and joined her back. In one hand, he had the top he would take and the pants. On the other, he tried to grab most of the other pants and the extra costume he took, to make sure which size fit him best. This pile was wobbly and he did drop one pair of pants on the floor. “This will be a very interesting one,” he agreed as he dropped what remained of his pile on the counter for the poor people working here to fold them back and replace them on their racks. He felt so sorry if one of them went to check the mess Frank made there but he didn’t say anything. He simply grabbed the pieces of clothing he dropped to add them to the pile and joined his friend to find a cashier and leave this place already.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Well, duh it's an expression," said Frank, rolling her eyes. "I don't know if they've got one like it in French or I'd totally say it for you. Probably something like, secouer ce butin*," again said in a near pitch perfect French accent, obviously from one of the countryside areas of France, "or something like that," Frank added another shrug and then nodded some more.

Frank waited impatiently as Franck ducked back into the room, rocking on her heels and humming to herself. It sounded a bit like the "Monster Mash" except slightly more upbeat and there seemed to now be "shawoops" involved, or at the very least, Frank said them aloud. She waited till she heard Franck moving and then moved to help get the clothing together, piling things up. It only lasted so long though, before Frank ended up getting distracted.

"I'MA BUYIN' MY BFFLE SEXY PANTS!" she declared, before making a mad dash for the cashier, already brandishing one of those credit cards with a truly ridiculous limit, the kind that made cashier's eyes bulge and start treating the holder differently. "And this chattering skull!" Frank declared, grabbing a random chattering decoration to sit on it. She nodded and handed over the money, again returning while the cashier just silently rang up the order, glad not to have to directly deal with the crazy girl.


*shake that booty, obviously