Hello! My name is jake english. Im sixteen years old and i live in unova region in the small town of undella with my grandmother professor jess english. I know im a bit on the older side for starting a pokemon adventure now of all times but my grandma says better late than never so thats what ill say as well! My starting partner is a nidorina by the name of neytiri. My second pokemon would be a woobat my best pal dirk strider gave me named huggy bear and then i have my grandmothers arcanine named bec. My goal in life is to find and meet long lost pokemon. Well! Lets get this adventure kicking!

The Gun Show

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Stretching out with a short yawn after he steps outside Jake looks back to Dirk when he’s asked if he’d rather walk or ride the bus. Thinking on it honestly for a minute or two he smiles. “We could walk. Haven’t been doing as much as usual the last few days so I feel a little out of shape.” He says patting his legs.

Today Jake has opted for looser clothes, feeling rather lazy since they got to Castelia and his choice of wardrobe showed it. “Though… Your rabid fans might try to jump us the minute they see you so maybe the bus after all?”

“Yeah, but with our luck we could run into one on the bus. Getting cornered like that isn’t on the top of my to-do list. At least if we’re walking we can book it,” Dirk countered, glancing around them. The longer they lingered the more likely they were to be found. The side entrance was not hidden by any stretch of the imagination and so being discovered was a very real possibility. In a crowd it would be different, with many avenues of escape and witnesses in case things escalated. A public scandal based on star-said, fan-said was not something that Dirk wanted to deal with - having to put up with that sort of bullshit on his older brothers’ behalf was bad enough.

Listening to Dirk’s point about being out in the open better than hiding in a corner he agrees. “Alright. So let’s get walking then.” Smiles and half bows, motioning for Dirk to go first. Once they get onto the street he hovers close to Dirk, looking up at the tops of the buildings but well aware of the fact they are completely surrounded by people on all sides. The busy streets make him miss home, at least it was quiet for the most part. Hardly anyone around and lots of clean ocean in view. Here, on the other hand, Jake felt that if he jumped into the water he may come out looking like a Grimer or Muk. Either of them were attractive ideas and he didn’t suspect that Dirk would like him much if he were a sludgy Pokémon instead of his normal good looking self. So, swimming in the water was certainly out. “How far was the range again?”

The Gun Show

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After the events of the previous night, Dirk was more than happy to get out of the frankly crowded apartment. As much as he loved his small group of friends, they all had strong personalities and could get to be too much after a while. With such a long road ahead of them, a little break beforehand wouldn’t hurt. Add into this Roxy’s symptoms and a slight phobia of germs on Dirk’s part and he was more than happy to get out of the building. One might even describe him as “chomping at the bit” if they were prone to puns of an equine persuasion.

Opening the back door to the apartment building - he was a bit hesitant to take the front entrance, considering his recently revealed identity - he held it open for Jake to pass through before letting it go. “Did you want to take a bus? Rox said there’s one that goes right there, and walking will take the better part of an hour.” In all honesty he’d rather the former, as it would afford him more time with Jake even if his still battered and bruised body would try to make him regret it. If they took long enough they might even stop for a meal.

He stalwartly ignored the part of him that noticed that their friendly outing could easily pass as a date if that happened.

Stretching out with a short yawn after he steps outside Jake looks back to Dirk when he’s asked if he’d rather walk or ride the bus. Thinking on it honestly for a minute or two he smiles. “We could walk. Haven’t been doing as much as usual the last few days so I feel a little out of shape.” He says patting his legs.

Today Jake has opted for loser clothes, feeling rather lazy since they got to Castelia and his choice of wardrobe showed it. “Though… Your rabid fans might try to jump us the minute they see you so maybe the bus after all?”

Route 4 (Slumberland 4way or, “Tension in the tent”)

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Jane followed her compatriot into the tent, grateful that the wind had at least calmed down enough to provide a chance to shake the sand from clothing outside the tent, although she wasn’t quite sure she’d gotten all of it. At least now she wasn’t dripping sand from every pore of flesh. She curled up in the corner right next to Roxy, half wondering how on Earth Strider managed to carry this thing around for so long without a captcha system.

“I’m sorry, Roxy,” she apologized, awkwardly brushing some missed sand from her friend’s shoulder. “I’ve never been out here in a skirt before; I wasn’t aware it would be an issue. Do you need any help?”

She felt it only right to offer assistance. Really, she should have realized that skirts were impractical for this type of weather, but it hadn’t even occurred to her. And… actually, that sounded kind of odd, didn’t it?

With a great deal of mortification and a heavy blush besides, she added, “I mean, if you need someone to hold up a towel for you or anything along those lines! Anything that would aid in remedying your situation?”

Ugh, that didn’t sound quite right either! Jane should just shut up before she said anything else that sounded remotely compromising. That was a good idea. She was already starting to worry that Strider was getting annoyed, especially with how much she’d been bungling things up lately. Even if they had a rather healthy rivalry, it wouldn’t do any good to create conflict tonight and get Roxy and Jake tangled up in it.

It was really a good thing they’d all be sharing a tent together, considering how cold the desert got during the night. Being a particularly dry place, nearly devoid of all plant life and sparsely populated with Pokemon, the desert had an incredibly low specific heat, and could get surprisingly cold after dark! She wasn’t entirely certain how it happened, but she did know it was one of the main reasons the desert got less windy, one of the main factors in designing BCC’s go-goggles.

“I believe I have some bacon in my Fetch Modus,” Jane tried to supply helpfully. It wasn’t any good if an item-storing system for cooks and by cooks couldn’t keep food fresh. “I’m, er. not entirely certain how well the preservation system works, though. It’s still in alpha-testing stages.”

Sitting toward the back of the tent away from the ‘door’ flap he changed into one of his no sleeve shirts and vest jacket things before they went into the desert, his normal log sleeves obviously going to be too warm. Before going into the tent he turned out at least a pound of sand from his hood and can still feel it in between his toes and folds of his clothes. “This bloody desert… Roxy I understand how you feel about sand everywhere.” Nicsaw is sitting in his lap munching on a bit of poffin, the little Pokémon already able to use a few attacks despite being still just born.

“Still, there are ruins in this desert and I’m excited to find them!” grins thinking about the dusty ruins. “It’ll be a different experience since I’m used to wetter relics.” Hums, not thinking twice about the fact that what he said could be considered dirty in some way.

At Dirk’s mention of what he has to eat and Jane mentioning her own, Jake speaks up, “Well, with my Sylladex I can carry some pretty big things. I don’t think I have a cooler though. I didn’t think about that. I do have… Chips, fruit, fruit snacks, and an assortment of drinks, if anyone would like anything.”

Using her passive skill of ‘moirail roll’, Roxy rolls a perfect 20 and quickly picks up on Dirk’s concerns with the heat. Also the fact that he is pretty much IN heat. Lookit that fucker. Wanted to spell words out on Jake’s lower back. At night. “Well, at least it’s warm now. At night is gets cold a FUCK.” Without missing a beat, she turns to her best girl. “Aww Janey, you’re the best, if you don’t mind I got a bunch of sand stuck-“

Unable to keep a straight face and Jane’s backpedaling, she pats the poor girls shoulders. “It’s fine Janey, I don’t wanna be giving these healthy young men TOO much of a show! Gotta be playin hard to get. Tease it girl.” Nodding sagely to herself.

Brushing sand of herself, she looks to Jake and tilting her head. Looking to Jane. Then to Dirk. Nobody gonna…. snatch that one? Seriously? COME ON GUYS YOU SUCK. “How deep have you gotten into those caves Jakey? You musta explored EVERY nook and cranny by now.” Come on she even set it up for you shitheads. YOU CAN DO IT. You can- “ALL HAIL JAKE. I knew one of us brought non perishable shit. Spread the wealth!” Bouncing in place, eager to see what delicious treats Jake has been holding onto. He will eat it all. Everything. Yessss. 

Jane was bumbling everything lately. The blond couldn’t help but feel sorry for her - whenever she tried to correct herself over a simple statement that might possibly be misconstrued, she just dug herself deeper until she couldn’t possibly get out of it.

Unfortunately for her, he was feeling rather juvenile after a day of slogging through sand which he was certain had ingrained itself in his scalp.

“Try not to get too frisky in my tent, Crocker. I won’t have you sullying its virginal walls.” Oh no, he had other plans in lieu with that line of thought.

At Roxy’s pointed look, Dirk just shrugged. “I’ve already pitched one tent tonight, someone else can take a turn.” Taking the jerky out of his sylladex he put it in the middle of the tent as he sat down so they could eat in a close circle without risking crumbs in someone’s sleeping area. As he pondered over what, precisely, he wanted to eat, he pondered over the mysteries of the sylladex.

It was quite possible that the same process which allowed one to carry around so many items at once - in this case, in the form of data - put them in a form of stasis. He had no idea as to its effects on live organic matter, but it stood to reason that food stuffs would not decompose in such a form. He would have to discuss it further with Gran but he had a basic idea as to how the system functioned. From there he began pondering on corrupted data, wondering if it would be possible to use a modified sylladex as a form of garbage disposal or as an online store where a trainer could buy something in the field and have it transferred to them. The possibilities really were endless and it left him deep in thought as he ate his banana in silence, zoned out to everything more than a foot away from him.

Sputtering indignantly at Dirk’s insinuation that she intended on debauching his tent, Jane began to quite literally see red. That was reason for pause. She blinked the rims of vermillion from her eyes. Perhaps she’d been wearing her BCC goggles a little too tightly for too long. At the very least, they prevented sand from getting into her eyes, quite possibly averting a disaster. It was a shame the same couldn’t be said for the rest of her body.

Mood equally soured by long treks under the sun, Jane finally mustered up a retort, “Don’t worry; I don’t intend to engage in any sullying of your tent, though I’m sure it’s seen worse in terms of uncleanliness.”

That was a subtle dig at the irony of Dirk’s statement, one she doubted Jake would catch on to. She hadn’t any doubt he didn’t engage in one or two acts of hogmagundy with past companions in this tent. She seemed to have a vague recollection of Jake mentioning someone… no, perhaps there was only the fellow who’d sold them pizza. She’d been certain he’d mentioned a past girlfriend at one point or another, but it was either forgotten or imagined.

She smiled in Jake’s general direction and, understanding the words as he meant them, added, “Well, of course you’re more used to oceanside ruins, since that’s all there are near Undella. Since, as Roxy said, you’ve probably explored every nook and cranny like butter in an English muffin, I’m sure the desert ruins will be a nice, new place for you to explore!”

Deciding to forgo the bacon and other things that would require cooking, Jane decaptchalogued a two-tier round chocolate sponge cake, just lightly frosted with a thin coat of buttercream. Like her father always said, it was important to carry at least four baked goods on you at all times!

“I suppose there’s also that, if you don’t think it’ll make too much of a mess,” Jane suggested, giving Dirk a sideways glance that she thought he may not have noticed, too entranced by the banana he was eating. “I’m afraid most of what I have needs to be cooked except for baked things.”

He stares at Roxy for a moment or two as he tries to figure out what she was on about with the  caves but before he can bother piecing it together she breaks out about Jake’s storage or food. Smiling a bit he fiddles with his Sylladex before ejecting the food and placing it in the middle for everyone to take what they want, picking a granola bar himself. Dirk’s comment about tent pitching however has him choking on the food. “Dirk! That’s not how you speak in the company of ladies! Gran taught us both better than that.”

Jane’s jab at Dirk flies over his head as he goes back to eating until Jane speaks up about his ruin explorations, he nods at her words. “Yeah. Everything will be dusty rather than covered with agley. I hope I find something good.” He smiles thinking about what he might uncover and hoping that it’s something no one has found before.

He’s snapped out of his mild day-dream by Jane ejecting a cake from her cook book thing. Looking at it he blinks. “You really had that in there?” looks at his Sylladex. “Makes me wonder if I can carry something like that in this. Hm. I think a bit of experimenting later is called for.” He’d have to find something perishable to carry around to test out what they can do. “Well! I think I’d like to partake in some cake. Yours have always been fantastic Jane.”

Route 4 (Slumberland 4way or, “Tension in the tent”)

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Following the nights events, in which Jake english flashed the ass, Dirk sought the ass and Jane lusted hardcore over the aforementioned ass, Roxy was left without her surprise due to consistent interruptions for Dirk to join them in the viewing of Treasure planet. While not the orgy starter Roxy claimed this time, the night went of fairly well, with many questions answered like how big is Dirk’s broadsword, does Jake’s pistol occasionally misfire, Jane’s spooning career and more! Fun was had and it would be a dreadful shame if even a moment of it went unappreciated.

The following day included but was not limited to sisterly puking in a homesick fashion and Jake and Dirk polishing each other’s gun. Thing continued throughout the week in a similar fashion with a slowly decreasing amount of puking.

One week later after the events Jake discovered his blossoming panty fetish, the crew decided to head north to the sandy desert resort, stopping at route 4 as the sun sets and with the determination not to freeze to dead or swallow enough sand to become hourglasses, the victory crew set up their tents, rather, “Tent” for the night. 

Roxy constantly shifts awkwardly from side to side, trying to not focus on HOW the sand ended up in her knickers but with the more urgent task or removing the shit. “Ohmy GOD, Janey why did you let me skirt the desert.” Upon entering, Roxy quickly sets up a happy home for herself in the corner with Jane.

“What are we eating? Is Dirk bringing in the meat? Oh my god meat sounds so good right now.” She would rip into the jugular and shake if she could, but alas, she has to delay. They aren’t even sat down yet.

The week in Castelia City was over in a blur of laughter and good times. They stayed inside for the most part, keeping a low profile partially because of their impending trip and the necessary preparation leading up to it and partially because they risked being swarmed by overzealous fangirls whenever they so much as left the building. It only got worse as word spread and Dirk’s match at the Pokemon gym summoned a certifiable horde of them. Even Roxy’s valiant attempts to stave them off - namely by tossing her panties into the fray and yelling that they were Dirk’s but falling back on breaking a bottle and threatening people when this ruse inevitably failed - had not been successful.

Now displaying a new badge on his belt Dirk stopped in the lee of a hill with the rest of his friends where they would be setting up camp. Sand still drifted outside of the lee’s shelter, probably gearing up for a storm, but inside the area it was safe to shake the particles out of his hair and clothing without having to worry about them being immediately replaced. Ejecting the large tent out of his sylladex he worked with his friends to set it up, knowing the four of them could sleep in a square within the structure without touching each other or the sides of the tent. He had bought it when Jeff first evolved into a Charizard, so she could sleep half inside with the rest of the team; as such it was rather large. For obvious reasons he was more than grateful that he no longer had to haul it around on his back.

After they piled inside with as much sand left outside as humanly possible Dirk pulled off his jacket. It had been necessary in the whipping sand but stifling to say the least. Stripped down to a black muscle shirt and jeans, he then removed some food for their evening meal from his sylladex. After they ate he would let out his Pokemon so they could eat their own food and interact with each other; there would be more than enough room for them to stay out for the night as long as they didn’t get too rowdy. In fact - if it had just been himself and Jake they probably could have kept all their Pokemon out with some room to spare. But even if Roxy and Jane kept their teams in their balls that would not be feasible.

I guess I should just be happy to spend some more time with them. There’ll be more time for that when we split into two groups, the blond reasoned to himself. Glancing at the two young women from behind his shades he still couldn’t help but feel a bit annoyed especially since the tent would become very warm very fast. But there was only room enough for his own tent to be pitched.

“I have some jerky, but that’s about it,” he said in reply to Roxy’s question - as provocative as it was supposed to be. “Without a refrigerator or at least a cooler I don’t think slabs of flesh would have survived long in the weather out there.”

Jane followed her compatriot into the tent, grateful that the wind had at least calmed down enough to provide a chance to shake the sand from clothing outside the tent, although she wasn’t quite sure she’d gotten all of it. At least now she wasn’t dripping sand from every pore of flesh. She curled up in the corner right next to Roxy, half wondering how on Earth Strider managed to carry this thing around for so long without a captcha system.

“I’m sorry, Roxy,” she apologized, awkwardly brushing some missed sand from her friend’s shoulder. “I’ve never been out here in a skirt before; I wasn’t aware it would be an issue. Do you need any help?”

She felt it only right to offer assistance. Really, she should have realized that skirts were impractical for this type of weather, but it hadn’t even occurred to her. And… actually, that sounded kind of odd, didn’t it?

With a great deal of mortification and a heavy blush besides, she added, “I mean, if you need someone to hold up a towel for you or anything along those lines! Anything that would aid in remedying your situation?”

Ugh, that didn’t sound quite right either! Jane should just shut up before she said anything else that sounded remotely compromising. That was a good idea. She was already starting to worry that Strider was getting annoyed, especially with how much she’d been bungling things up lately. Even if they had a rather healthy rivalry, it wouldn’t do any good to create conflict tonight and get Roxy and Jake tangled up in it.

It was really a good thing they’d all be sharing a tent together, considering how cold the desert got during the night. Being a particularly dry place, nearly devoid of all plant life and sparsely populated with Pokemon, the desert had an incredibly low specific heat, and could get surprisingly cold after dark! She wasn’t entirely certain how it happened, but she did know it was one of the main reasons the desert got less windy, one of the main factors in designing BCC’s go-goggles.

“I believe I have some bacon in my Fetch Modus,” Jane tried to supply helpfully. It wasn’t any good if an item-storing system for cooks and by cooks couldn’t keep food fresh. “I’m, er. not entirely certain how well the preservation system works, though. It’s still in alpha-testing stages.”

Sitting toward the back of the tent away from the ‘door’ flap he changed into one of his no sleeve shirts and vest jacket things before they went into the desert, his normal log sleeves obviously going to be too warm. Before going into the tent he turned out at least a pound of sand from his hood and can still feel it in between his toes and folds of his clothes. “This bloody desert… Roxy I understand how you feel about sand everywhere.” Nicsaw is sitting in his lap munching on a bit of poffin, the little Pokémon already able to use a few attacks despite being still just born.

“Still, there are ruins in this desert and I’m excited to find them!” grins thinking about the dusty ruins. “It’ll be a different experience since I’m used to wetter relics.” Hums, not thinking twice about the fact that what he said could be considered dirty in some way.

At Dirk’s mention of what he has to eat and Jane mentioning her own, Jake speaks up, “Well, with my Sylladex I can carry some pretty big things. I don’t think I have a cooler though. I didn’t think about that. I do have… Chips, fruit, fruit snacks, and an assortment of drinks, if anyone would like anything.”

Castelia City

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Quickly, Roxy thought up of a quick and fairly effective plan of action. A plan that was pretty much a given and ALREADY planned, but one that now had branded onto it’s ass the seal of approval. Like one might place on cows, or on people in sub/dom relationship’s. Gawd that’s some kinky shit. You want me to put it on rite now? I got it in the other room.” She says already moving to retrieve it. HOPEFULLY Jack and Jill would survive all the hills they would now doubt tumble the fuck down without their supervision.

“Ready when you are Straddler.” It would be best to do it behind close doors. Probably. Can’t spoil the magic ahead of time. That’s unacceptable!

Taking the underwear offered of him he looks at them feeling a flush creeping up his face again. Waiting until Jane is hidden away again he removes his boxers before looking at the frilly panties again. He can’t believe he’s going to do this. Letting out a sigh he slips in one foot then the other before pulling them up, telling himself they’re just silky briefs to make himself feel less—awkward.

“I have a hard time figuring out if I can really go through with Nimbasa because… I’m just—I’m scared.” Looking at himself in the mirror he rubs his nose before shaking his head. “Never mind. Anyway! How do I look?”

“Well, the kids are occupied,” Dirk said as he ushered her along to her bedroom. Once they were safely inside - door closed - he set the items he brought along on her admittedly crowded dresser. “Do you have any clue if you have the old sewing machine, by the way? If I do this all by hand it will take way too long.” He decided to forego mentions of hand cramps because really and truly, that would be spoon feeding the dirty-minded teenager a joke that she could easily come up with without his aid.

Strapping on the wrist pincushion so he wouldn’t have to speak around a mouth full of pins, he then silently added a collection of pins to it so he would be able to have ready access to them. “Let’s try to keep this quick. We don’t want to ruin the surprise, right?”

Stepping back beyond the shower curtain, Jane observed the wall of the shower in an effort not to think about Jake’s current actions. The mention of it was making her somewhat flustered, even. Helping Jake get gussied up was fun, but also somewhat embarrassing.

She was grateful that Jake had said something, shocking though it may be. Though, she supposed that even her adventurous compatriot couldn’t be all-headstrong all the time. It was horribly frustrating, she realized, the utter inanity with which she’d posed her prior query. Of course he was scared; he was going to make an admission of romantic attempt towards his bosom friend. Jane understood that feeling acutely.

Deciding to leave it be was she ruminated on what to say, she poked her head out from behind the curtain, “You look smashing, Jake! Just… ah, here, let me help you with that…”

She clambered out of the shower completely and began to straighten the mussed collar of the blouse. It was true; he looked fantastic, indeed, perhaps even especially attractive. Jane could very easily see how, with a few applications of make-up and some necessary grooming, he could pass for a lass.

After a few seconds of blouse-organizing, she finally made an answer, “Jake…

“I know it’s probably scary to some degree, but…” she bit her lip here. How to phrase it? “The gain would be so much greater than the potential loss, don’t you think? You’ll just have to bite the bullet and overcome your fears.”

Running to the side of her bed, Roxy gets down and begins pulling her assortment of niknaks and trinkets out from under it. The items tossed about include but are not limited to: 3 bottles with “The haevy shit” scribbled on the side, 2 empty wine bottles, the battle panties of a long forgotten costume, a large box of various broken computer parts, a scarf, and of course the sewing machine and a tiny case of something. The latter she capchalogs sneakily for later.

“Got it!” She beams, before standing up and quickly discarding the majority of her clothes on the bed, getting changed into her surprise while Dirk sets up the equipment. Business as usual, excusing the rather limited deadline they have. “Double time Dirky! Jus’ don’t go puncturing nothin that doesn’t need puncturin! I’m delicate~”

Letting Jane adjust his collar he looks at his reflection while she works, humming until she gets it settled right. “Oh that looks better. Haha.” Flattening the front of the blouse he turns his eyes on Jane as she tries to encourage him again. “Yeah. I suppose that it would be a greater gain but… The loss could also be tremendous if I’m not careful.” Looks at the sink. “If he doesn’t reciprocate he could think I’m gross and never want to talk to me again.” Frowning he sits on the closed toilet. “I’m probably worrying way too much but…” sighs and scratches the side of his face. There’s still a lot of time between then and now anyway. He doesn’t have to worry about it too much just yet.

Shaking his head he stands back up and slaps his face some. “Forget it! Let’s stop with the brooding and get to this crossdressing thing. I still need work done right? Or am I finished?” He still needs his legs done, eyebrows, and make-up. He’s a long way from finished.

Castelia City

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Quickly, Roxy thought up of a quick and fairly effective plan of action. A plan that was pretty much a given and ALREADY planned, but one that now had branded onto it’s ass the seal of approval. Like one might place on cows, or on people in sub/dom relationship’s. Gawd that’s some kinky shit. You want me to put it on rite now? I got it in the other room.” She says already moving to retrieve it. HOPEFULLY Jack and Jill would survive all the hills they would now doubt tumble the fuck down without their supervision.

“Ready when you are Straddler.” It would be best to do it behind close doors. Probably. Can’t spoil the magic ahead of time. That’s unacceptable!

Taking the underwear offered of him he looks at them feeling a flush creeping up his face again. Waiting until Jane is hidden away again he removes his boxers before looking at the frilly panties again. He can’t believe he’s going to do this. Letting out a sigh he slips in one foot then the other before pulling them up, telling himself they’re just silky briefs to make himself feel less—awkward.

“I have a hard time figuring out if I can really go through with Nimbasa because… I’m just—I’m scared.” Looking at himself in the mirror he rubs his nose before shaking his head. “Never mind. Anyway! How do I look?”

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Castelia City

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As Jane led Jake away Roxy couldn’t help but giggle at the thought of Jane sitting in the bath tub with a scream mask as Jake undressed. As perfect and gorgeous and….. amazing as she was, Roxy occasionally felt some serious serial killer vibes coming of her bbfsy. At least when man ass was concerned! In fact, Roxy was 200% sure that Jane loved ass more than anybody in the room. A jawbreaker of sexual tension. Quietly, she mosies on up close to Dirk with and let’s be honest here, the most stupidly glee filled expression on her face. The joy equal parts happiness and radiation.

“Soooo Dirky~” She practically PURRS the second Jane and Jake are gone. “Watcha think? I can totes pull it off right? Coz I mean, I’m no expert on this stuff… but I’m p sure Janey’s gonna love it!” She leans in, almost vibrating in glee as she looks over his workstation. The boy always had a way of perfecting nearly everything he tried. 

“Also, when’d you get so imtimate with Jakey’s naughty zone? Come on, gossip with momma Roxy, how’s the goods?” With that, she is winking and wonking, and nudging him slightly at the same time. “Thought you was all big into the dates and wooing though! Didn’t nobody ever tell you it’s bad luck to peek at presents?” Ok now she was just teasing, but she was happy for him though. Baby bird Dirk found himself a mate and is currently building a nest for the eggs.

“Bee-tee-dubs? I’m still totes sorry about our lil mishap though. Didn’t mean to get you in trouble.” Of course, it was almost expected of Roxy to do such things, she forgets it is a lot easier for Dirk to let people down. Probably because she expect more of him that her.

The thought leaves an awful taste in her mouth, so she decides to replace it with the beautiful image of scrote-nests.

Giving Dirk a short thumbs up at the comment of his “owning the outfit” Jake turns to Jane and gives a little nod as she mentions going to the bathroom to try on the clothes. “After you.” holds his arm out to motion her to go first. Moving to the bathroom he listens for Dirk and Roxy a moment before looking at Jane. “I could change behind the curtain or something if you’d come in here.” He nods his head for Jane to come inside as he carefully takes the outfit from her. “I… kind of need to talk so…” Gives the floor a troubled kind of look for a moment.

After the brunet duo absconded to the bathroom, Dirk turned to Roxy, who was all but draped over him. He honestly didn’t mind, however - it was just the way his fellow blond was.

“I know for a fact that you won’t just pull it off, Rox - you will rock it and Jane will be awed and amazed,” he reassured his friend with a slight quirk of his lips. “I’ll need you for about twenty minutes, and then you’ll have to distract them for a while. An hour, maybe - but that shouldn’t be too hard if there’s a movie or something involved. Or some battles. You’re creative so I doubt you’ll have problems with that.” Rolling his eyes at Roxy’s next comment, he gave a dismissive wave and began to clean up the table.

“We’ve practically been living in a sardine can, of course I’ve seen more of him than my chivalrous heart would normally allow for.” Even if she was teasing him, it was something he would rather brush over - just like the next topic she brought up.

Standing he gave a shrug and walked over to the trash can to dispose of the waste in his hands. “I should have known better. I think that we both know that us and alcohol don’t go well together.”

Jane shut the door behind her, looking concerned about Jake. Worried that he was about to confess to her some heinous act Dirk had committed, like his hand wandering in places where it needn’t go, or being “accidentally” groped at or breathing down his neck like a major creep or… well, there were a lot of possibilities! It could be an emergency situation. One that she needed to advise Jake on, even

“There’s no need for that, really,” Jane answered earnestly. “You’ll need the space to maneuver around the skirt. I’ll take the curtain, if you please.”

She caught the shower curtain in her fingers and stepped inside. It was, fortunately, quite dry, and Jane was pleasantly surprised that her socks were undampened by the shower.

“What did you need to talk about?” she inquired, settling into a conversational tone.

Roxy nods, deciding that the apology she just made will be the LAST ON THE SUBJECT. All is forgiven and there is no point wasting time on silly little things like that. She nearly bounces at the mention of an opportunity to play with the girls.

“You wanna take care of my while our babies gossip in the bathroom?” She beams, ever so eager to get this going. “I can probably keep em busy for a while. OH! I can show them the yo-yo and pineapple trick! omg”

Time of course is of the essence, thus Roxy decides to leave her bod in Dirk capable crotch grabbing hands. “You need my measurements or sumthin? Cop-on, cop-off? How’d you even learn this shit anyway. You go through sum karayte kid montage with a sowin machine?” Which now that she thinks about it further, is the only way she can see Dirk learning ANYTHING.

Unable to argue that he’ll need the room to figure out the skirt Jake nods softly and waits until Jane is well hidden before he starts to pull off his clothes. Starting with the shirt he unfolds it and holds it over himself in the mirror first as he speaks. “Well, it’s about Dirk… again. Sort of about what just happened. I’m not all together sure I can go through with Nimbasa.” He sighs as he pulls the shirt on. It fits rather well which in his head is a bit scary. “Just now when we were alone… He didn’t touch me inappropriately or anything but in my head I kinda… made it out like he did.” Face flushes as he removes his pants. Looking at the skirt he decides to roll up  his boxers before slipping into the skirt. It fits a bit snug around his waist and fabric of his boxers is making is hard to zip it up. “I’m having a bit of trouble here.” 

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While Jane’s outfit was a bit more on the modest side - an open back would have been nice, especially in counterpoint to the ruffled cravat at the neck - but Dirk couldn’t help but approve of her choice. It would suit Jake even if it didn’t so much accentuate his body as it did cover it up, which was a shame in Dirk’s opinion.

Jane’s blunder very nearly had him laughing; clamping down on his expression, he added in a comment of his own in the wake of the Crocker heiress’ failed attempts to remain unflustered. Even if she was competition she was still his friend, after all.

“I’m going to second Jane’s opinion. You are going to own this outfit, panties and all. If you need them fitted let me know.”

As Jake and Jane began to converse he stood, lending Roxy his ear as he looked over the clothing she had selected for him. It was a high quality silk that rippled like water over his fingers at his touch, the obi a slightly stiff gauzy fabric reminiscent of koi fins. “Awesome. You have shoes and everything for it?” he asked. The size was right, though it would be a bit short on him. Sitting down would likely be a problem if he wasn’t careful and a peek show wasn’t precisely in his agenda, accidental or no.

Jane nodded and concurred, “Of course!! Um…”

Not exactly about to let Jake change his clothing out here where there was no privacy and everyone could see (despite “everyone” being just her, Dirk, and Roxy), Jane deliberated for a little while on where Jake could have some privacy in putting on clothes. She eyed Dirk for a moment more, certain that he was part of the reason why Jake was feeling so uncomfortable. Her eyes quickly darted over to Roxy, who was occupied talking to Dirk about clothing. Surely, they wouldn’t miss Jake for a couple of minutes?

Then, Roxy quite vocally agreed with her, unintentionally, which startled Jane a little. Gosh! She almost giggled out loud at the mental image of Jake’s derriere bursting from the skirt’s seams. That girl certainly had a way with words!

“How about we head towards the bathroom to get this on?” Jane suggested. If worst came to worst, she would just have to turn the other way. Maybe she could stand behind the shower curtain to allow Jake to change. That would be suitable, she thought. “I’ll go with you to make sure you put it on correctly; skirts can be a mess if you’re not careful.”

She re-folded the cloth over her arm and tried to reassure Jake by smiling as she led him away to the bathroom. It was obvious to her that he was vexed by something, and she was going to do the best she could to soothe it.

As Jane led Jake away Roxy couldn’t help but giggle at the thought of Jane sitting in the bath tub with a scream mask as Jake undressed. As perfect and gorgeous and….. amazing as she was, Roxy occasionally felt some serious serial killer vibes coming of her bbfsy. At least when man ass was concerned! In fact, Roxy was 200% sure that Jane loved ass more than anybody in the room. A jawbreaker of sexual tension. Quietly, she mosies on up close to Dirk with and let’s be honest here, the most stupidly glee filled expression on her face. The joy equal parts happiness and radiation.

“Soooo Dirky~” She practically PURRS the second Jane and Jake are gone. “Watcha think? I can totes pull it off right? Coz I mean, I’m no expert on this stuff… but I’m p sure Janey’s gonna love it!” She leans in, almost vibrating in glee as she looks over his workstation. The boy always had a way of perfecting nearly everything he tried. 

“Also, when’d you get so imtimate with Jakey’s naughty zone? Come on, gossip with momma Roxy, how’s the goods?” With that, she is winking and wonking, and nudging him slightly at the same time. “Thought you was all big into the dates and wooing though! Didn’t nobody ever tell you it’s bad luck to peek at presents?” Ok now she was just teasing, but she was happy for him though. Baby bird Dirk found himself a mate and is currently building a nest for the eggs.

“Bee-tee-dubs? I’m still totes sorry about our lil mishap though. Didn’t mean to get you in trouble.” Of course, it was almost expected of Roxy to do such things, she forgets it is a lot easier for Dirk to let people down. Probably because she expect more of him that her.

The thought leaves an awful taste in her mouth, so she decides to replace it with the beautiful image of scrote-nests.

Giving Dirk a short thumbs up at the comment of his “owning the outfit” Jake turns to Jane and gives a little nod as she mentions going to the bathroom to try on the clothes. “After you.” holds his arm out to motion her to go first. Moving to the bathroom he listens for Dirk and Roxy a moment before looking at Jane. “I could change behind the curtain or something if you’d come in here.” He nods his head for Jane to come inside as he carefully takes the outfit from her. “I… kind of need to talk so…” Gives the floor a troubled kind of look for a moment.

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“Very well, actually. Thanks,” was Dirk’s distracted reply to Jane as he drew an outline using his scribbled dimensions. Adding a seam allowance, he took a pair of scissors and sat back to cut out the pattern. It wasn’t his first time making a pattern from scratch - he was actually used to working with more complicated designs, such as the one for his double-breasted tunic with its stiff collar and epaulets. All the way from its initial concept drawn in the dirt with a stick to the finished product now stowed safely away in his sylladex, it had largely been trial and error to make. Something like this would be almost ridiculously easy.

Taking the damaged maroon and fuchsia cape - now devoid of its previous embroidery - from Roxy, Dirk shrugged. His sewing kit made an appearance (he really did like this storage system) and he retrieved matching thread, some miscellaneous odds and ends for embellishment, his sewing scissors, a needle, and some pins. As he made sure the pattern wouldn’t move thanks to some well-placed pins through the doubled over fabric, he answered, “There’s really no use in wasting fabric. Especially since this shit was so expensive. The rest I’ll use for small repairs or whatever.” His costume was, in a phrase, fit for royalty - every detail was immaculate, and he was sure he wouldn’t stop mourning the ruined cape any time soon. With crystal beads, fuchsia satin, maroon velvet, and silk thread and embroidery floss, it had been a tonne of work and a tonne of cash.

He was definitely never getting that wasted again.

“Fuck punishment, this is gonna be the event of the year thanks to the most bitching pair of panties ever made.” Threading the needle with practised ease he unravelled the spool and snipped it. As he tied the knot on the end he added, “I’d go on about your loins being gently nestled in a satin and velvet hammock but I don’t want Crocker to start hyperventilating.”

Jane held up the articles of clothing for Jake’s approval or otherwise.

“What do you think?” she inquired, still apprehensive about pushing Jake’s boundary of comfort. Did he really consider it a punishment? He did look awfully unnerved by something… was it the clothes, or was it what had transpired in that bathroom? She’d have to have a word or two with him about it, preferably sooner than later— especially what with Strider’s less-than-innocent comment. “Loins gently nestled in a hammock”, hmmm? She frowned deeply for a second. Suspicious.

Swearing that she’d make Strider pay if he’d done anything inappropriate, she put on a smile and attempted to assure Jake, “You’d look smashing in it, I think!”

She paused for a second. Wait.

“Er, I meant the clothing! Not the underwear!” she tried to backtrack, in case she was giving Jake the wrong idea. Unfortunately, she was having a difficult time closing her mouth, “Well, I’m sure you’ll look fantastic in the undergarments, too, I mean, but— well, it’s not as if I’ll be particularly looking at them— er, which isn’t to say that it’s a guarantee I’ll never— but really, I was referring to the clothing in my original statement!”

She turned bright red with embarrassment and covered half her face with a hand.

“Never mind!” she tried to laugh it off. “Hoo hoo!”

Re-gathering the cloth, Jane attempted to return to business as usual, studiously ignoring her botched statement.

“In any case, perhaps it might be a good idea to make sure my selections fit. And that you like them, of course,” she continued, ears and cheeks still mildly pinked. “Perhaps you ought to go try them on? I can help if you need any assistance.”

Nodding as she listens to Dirk talk about fabric and it’s use for small repairs and such, she almost visibly winces at the mention of exactly HOW high quality his clothing was. It wasn’t like she meant for it to get destroyed after all. Compete accident! Casualty of battle and certainly not common. She almost never had clothing issues like that, overlooking of course, a certain incident with the local ice cream vendor and the park fountain. She would look into the incident in further detail later, find the cause and remove it. Dirk would not have his clothing ruined the next time he got that drunk.

Oh, how drunk she would get him. The would be no arguing with this point. But that would be for the future. For now, Roxy decides to follow Jane’s lead, showing Dirk this fancy ass clothing she had scavenged from the void that is her wardrobe, awaiting his approval. “Watcha think?” She says, beaming at him with a look of sheer glee. “Dunno if you’ve been gettin’ your tubs on since I dressed you up. Think this would fit? We can test it out first if you wanna.”

As Jane proceeded to word vomit at Jake, trying to deep seated curiosity of the boy’s junk, Roxy sits down beside Dirk, leaning over to whisper into his ear. Secret plots perhaps? Oh almost definitely, but it is impossible to make out for anyone but those two. Alas. “S’that ok? I mean I dunno if you got time but it would so legit.”

Standing up to make room for Dirk, she turns to Jane and Jake. “Oh yeah! You should make sure those will fit you. Don’t wanna have it too tight, it might rip off! Expose you to the world. S’not cool.” Nodding to herself in agreement with herself, she wonders if she would get a chance to play private dress up with Dirk too. Then there is the issue of the shaving and make up. Dirk probably wouldn’t mind being first on the chopping block.

“Strider, I don’t really see how these fashionable under garments are going to be a whole lot of use unless you plan to stick you head between my legs to look up the blasted skirt.” Jake said as he folded is arms over his chest. He can actually picture Dirk doing something along the lines just for laughs and it least Jake wondering if he’d topple over blushing like a blasted girl or kick the brave blonde for attempting something so stupid. He’d cross that bridge if it ever came to it though.

Looking to Jane and the clothes she was holding up for him to look at he makes a thoughtful expression as he sort of stares. After a minute he nods softly with a smile. “They seem fine. Thank you for not trying to stuff me into a mini-shirt or micro-skirt or whatever it’s friggin’ called.” Letting Jane cycle through things she meant to say Jake let out a small laugh before nodding his head to agree with her and Roxy. “Trying them on sounds like a good idea. Just for a quick test to see if they all fit.” It would be one way to have a minute alone to talk and another to have a reason to keep away from Dirk until he needed to go back to him. The one thing he wasn’t looking forward to too much was trying the panties on then needing Dirk to look at him wearing them so he could make sure that they fit. His face was turning red just thinking about it.

God, why did that kiss on the boat have to happen?

 

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Following Dirk quickly he eyes over his shoulder for the girls, geez they were taking a long time, he slips into the bathroom and stands near the bath as he waits for Dirk to tell him what to do. Again a blush creeps up his face before he shakes his head at Dirk’s suggestion that he take the measurements himself. “I have no idea how I’m supposed to really do it and I’d rather not be the fault of things getting messed up later so…” clearing his throat Jake undoes his pants and slips them down. “Be gentle!” he laughs trying to calm himself down. Being this nervous about something that was no big deal when they were kids was stupid! He was being stupid!

Now come on Jake. If you keep this up that sharp eye of his is going to know something is going on then he’ll prod you for the truth until you say! You have a plan, sort of, STICK WITH IT!’ Done shouting at himself he relaxes his stance and sticks out a leg for Dirk, assuming he needed to do so.

Dirk put up the palms of his gloved hands, spreading his fingers. “Got my kid gloves on, promise,” he said with a reassuring smile. It was almost adorable how flustered Jake was getting. He just hoped that it wasn’t discomfort born out of the fact that it was another male being so close to his junk. That would put a damper on his plans.

Taking the tape measure and his pad of paper to scribble down measurements, Dirk dropped to one knee. It was true that it was somewhat difficult to do - and so was lifting his arms - but he managed without so much as a grimace. It was with an air of professionalism that he took the necessary measurements. Despite how difficult it was not to imagine running his hands over Jake’s thighs, to do intimate things with and to him, he shoved the majority of those fantasies out of his mind. No matter his age he was well disciplined; he had to be, with such a hands-on best friend-slash-crush.

With a hand on the vanity to help him climb to his feet (disguised carefully as placing his measuring tape there) the blond stood and looked over the measurements, constructing the pattern mentally. With a nod he put the notepad in his back pocket and the pen on his ear.

“Alright. I’m probably going to need to make some minor adjustments, and for that I’ll need to fit you, but right now you can run off and frolic with the girls. Assuming they don’t want me first at least.” The measuring tape found its way to his neck, hanging from his shoulders like a yellow ribbon-thin scarf. With a friendly clap to Jake’s back, he opened the bathroom door and left to begin working on the pattern.

Jane deliberated on Roxy’s suggestion. Certainly, while she had basically no idea about how to dress a fellow as a lass (was it much harder than dressing a lass as a lass?), she could pick it up by observing Roxy, and as long as she kept a careful eye on Jake’s facial expressions and the tenseness of his stature, she was fairly certain she could figure out what to avoid doing.

“Well… all right,” she finally decided. “But you’ll, um, tell me if I’m doing something wrong, right? Some erroneous mistake like mismatching colors?”

That settled, she followed Roxy out of the closet, picking up a pair of simple-looking black flats on her way out. She certainly wasn’t about to try to make Jake walk in high heels; the poor chap would probably be unable to stand, much less walk.

Upon entering the living room, Jane saw that Dirk was already at work, drawing out a pattern for Jake’s new undergarments. He seemed thoroughly focused, she thought, narrowing her eyes and knitting her brows together, half-puzzled and half-suspecting. An act of mock innocence, when he was probably still picturing the areas he’d probably been measuring, perhaps?

She noticed Jake emerge from the bathroom out of the corner of her eye. He looked terribly flushed and nervous, and she wasn’t entirely sure whether it was about Dirk’s measurements or the crossdressing thing.

She cleared her throat at them.

“Salutations, fellows! So… how goes the garment design?” she inquired.

Giggling like a nut at Jake’s flustered antics, Roxy chimes in with Jane. “Janey and me have your first drafts!” With an air of sanctification and pride, Roxy places the clothing on the nearby chair. She nudges Jane to go tak to Jake for a minute, before moving to and peeking over Dirk’s shoulder to get a look at project panty. “So D-dawg! How’s them scum-…sky-… scimantics comin along?

With a cheeky grin, and with Jane and Jake no doubt distracted, she hands the coolest kid his old hero’s garb, in secret. Panty craft is a very back alley business after all! More so than a contraception vendor. “So like, I dunno about mosta this shit but I think…. we have the symbol at least if you still wanna use it. Watcha thinkin?”

Glancing out of the corner of her eye, Roxy only now decides to take notice of the still open bathroom door. My, it looks like she was too late for the show! How did Dirk do it. Did they do the classic act of touching wands? With the way english is acting, you’d think he’d misfired a spell at Dirk! Romance sure is dangerous, but she is making progress. After all, if she could get into a closet with Jane, she could lead her out of one!

When Dirk dropped to his knee Jake dropped his eyelids shut. The tape measurer wrapping around his waist and the very light touches of finger tips to his skin raised goose bumps on both arms. He supposed the need to shiver though his mind wondered what it would have felt like to have Dirk touch his thighs more firmly. To slip up the thin fabric of his boxers and—‘Stop thinking about it. Oh god please. Stop. Please be done soon Dirk.’ Again Jake spoke to himself eyes squeezing tighter before opening when Dirk backed away. “Oh well, I’m sure you have to bat girls off of you all the time.” He lets out a laugh to try and clear the air, hoping to Arceus that Dirk doesn’t say anything about him looking flustered. When the blonde leaves the bathroom to start his work Jake pulls his pants back up but doesn’t follow out right away.

Sitting back on the edge of the tub he puts a hand over his mouth, his face lighting up bright red as his skin tingles. Before the incident on the ship this would have been nothing to him. It wouldn’t have been any trouble at all. Just two pals being close and doing stupid things with their other friends for the sake of a good laugh, however now it was different. Now Jake could still feel Dirk close to him, touching him. Shit this was not the place to think about this. Think about other things, Snorlax running, an Absol getting it’s head stuck, a Victreebel’s battle cry. After a minute Jake had his wits back about him and finally emerged from the bathroom just as the girls came back to the living room.

When asked about the design he gives a simple shrug though he sort of wished he could talk to Jane by himself for a bit. She was the only one who knew about his feelings and right now his heart was still pounding in his chest. He couldn’t even look at Dirk right then. The images in his head and feeling on his skin were both too fresh. Looking at the clothes instead, he smiles. “So you’ve picked out my punishment for opening my big mouth and thoroughly cramming my foot into it?”