Magical!Bots: Uniform
Title: Uniform
Rating: G
Verse: G1 (Magical!Bots AU)
Warnings: Crack!
Summary: While waiting for Wheeljack to come up with a solution to their body-issues, Hound and Bumblebee are sent on an undercover mission. They didn't anticipate the little problems that would crop up...
Notes: Follows Change. Timeline is here.
Hound tugged at edge of her pleated skirt uncomfortably. Bumblebee gave her a not unsympathetic smile. “You shouldn’t worry at it too much,” she offered.
“I didn’t expect it to itch so much,” Hound said, half a complaint and half an explanation. “It was never a bother before.”
Bumblebee shrugged philosophically. “Well, it is a little different than before. But you’re right, I didn't really think of it that way before now, either. It’s the collar that gets me.” She tugged at it to demonstrate. “It’s so confining!”
“And the bra,” Hound added with a rueful smile. “It pinches. I can appreciate the support, I guess, but does it have to feel so uncomfortable?”
“Apparently you get used to it. Still,” Bumblebee sighed somewhat wistfully, “I can’t wait ‘til we get home and we can take it all off.”
“I’m not even sure I’ll be able to get it off.” Hound fingered the dip between her breasts in memory. “The clasps were hard enough to put on to begin with! I had to get Carly to help in the end, and she’s working late tonight so no help there.”
“I’ll help with yours if you help with mine,” Bumblebee offered cheerfully.
The two transfer students veered into a classroom, still chattering cheerfully. The four boys following behind them had somewhat wild eyes.
“Not used to bras,” one of them said, swallowing.
“Or skirts,” another added.
“Or maybe clothes?”
They stopped outside the door to consider that. Almost as one entity, they peered inside the classroom. The cute pig-tailed blonde and the one with funky green hair were perched on desks with their legs spread wide and skirts hitched up. Their skirts were barely preserving their modesty until one of their female classmates hastily mentioned something to them that made them close their legs and fix their skirts. Their cheerful smiles never faltered as they apparently thanked the interfering girl. The boys ducked back outside.
“I heard they’re foreign,” the last said in a low, reverent voice.
“Wherever they’re from, I want to transfer there,” the first said, and his friends nodded hasty assent.
“So, how went the mission?” Jazz asked them later when they had returned to the Ark.
“Success,” Bumblebee confirmed, stretching her arms out with a pleased smile, finally free of the constraining uniform. “As we figured, the music teacher was a monster. We took it out with none the wiser and found the real teacher locked in a closet, disoriented but generally well.”
“Any problems getting back?”
“A few of our temporary classmates were a little too enthusiastic about escorting us home,” Hound said. “We managed to lose them before we left town. I felt kinda bad about it; they really wanted to make us feel welcome.”
“The kids in that town are sure friendly,” Bumblebee agreed. “The ones at St. Luna's High School especially.” She held up the pleated skirt and pressed white blouse and tie that made up the girls’ uniform for the school thoughtfully. “I wonder if Carly would want this.”
“Dunno what she’d do with a catholic school uniform,” Jazz said. Then he seemed to process that and laughed. “Then again, she might just find a use.”
A/N: ...yeah, I was just looking for an excuse to shove 'em in the uniforms. I dunno how the boys snuck in; they just did. St Luna's High School is completely made up. Any resemblance to any actual schools is purely coincidental.
EDIT: Ditzymusiclover wanted art for it, so I did a quick and dirty pencil sketch here.
Rating: G
Verse: G1 (Magical!Bots AU)
Warnings: Crack!
Summary: While waiting for Wheeljack to come up with a solution to their body-issues, Hound and Bumblebee are sent on an undercover mission. They didn't anticipate the little problems that would crop up...
Notes: Follows Change. Timeline is here.
Hound tugged at edge of her pleated skirt uncomfortably. Bumblebee gave her a not unsympathetic smile. “You shouldn’t worry at it too much,” she offered.
“I didn’t expect it to itch so much,” Hound said, half a complaint and half an explanation. “It was never a bother before.”
Bumblebee shrugged philosophically. “Well, it is a little different than before. But you’re right, I didn't really think of it that way before now, either. It’s the collar that gets me.” She tugged at it to demonstrate. “It’s so confining!”
“And the bra,” Hound added with a rueful smile. “It pinches. I can appreciate the support, I guess, but does it have to feel so uncomfortable?”
“Apparently you get used to it. Still,” Bumblebee sighed somewhat wistfully, “I can’t wait ‘til we get home and we can take it all off.”
“I’m not even sure I’ll be able to get it off.” Hound fingered the dip between her breasts in memory. “The clasps were hard enough to put on to begin with! I had to get Carly to help in the end, and she’s working late tonight so no help there.”
“I’ll help with yours if you help with mine,” Bumblebee offered cheerfully.
The two transfer students veered into a classroom, still chattering cheerfully. The four boys following behind them had somewhat wild eyes.
“Not used to bras,” one of them said, swallowing.
“Or skirts,” another added.
“Or maybe clothes?”
They stopped outside the door to consider that. Almost as one entity, they peered inside the classroom. The cute pig-tailed blonde and the one with funky green hair were perched on desks with their legs spread wide and skirts hitched up. Their skirts were barely preserving their modesty until one of their female classmates hastily mentioned something to them that made them close their legs and fix their skirts. Their cheerful smiles never faltered as they apparently thanked the interfering girl. The boys ducked back outside.
“I heard they’re foreign,” the last said in a low, reverent voice.
“Wherever they’re from, I want to transfer there,” the first said, and his friends nodded hasty assent.
“So, how went the mission?” Jazz asked them later when they had returned to the Ark.
“Success,” Bumblebee confirmed, stretching her arms out with a pleased smile, finally free of the constraining uniform. “As we figured, the music teacher was a monster. We took it out with none the wiser and found the real teacher locked in a closet, disoriented but generally well.”
“Any problems getting back?”
“A few of our temporary classmates were a little too enthusiastic about escorting us home,” Hound said. “We managed to lose them before we left town. I felt kinda bad about it; they really wanted to make us feel welcome.”
“The kids in that town are sure friendly,” Bumblebee agreed. “The ones at St. Luna's High School especially.” She held up the pleated skirt and pressed white blouse and tie that made up the girls’ uniform for the school thoughtfully. “I wonder if Carly would want this.”
“Dunno what she’d do with a catholic school uniform,” Jazz said. Then he seemed to process that and laughed. “Then again, she might just find a use.”
A/N: ...yeah, I was just looking for an excuse to shove 'em in the uniforms. I dunno how the boys snuck in; they just did. St Luna's High School is completely made up. Any resemblance to any actual schools is purely coincidental.
EDIT: Ditzymusiclover wanted art for it, so I did a quick and dirty pencil sketch here.