Chapter Twelve
Twenty minutes later would find Jensen standing in front of the full-length mirror, marveling at the person he was staring at. She had some familiar features; ones Jensen saw when he looked at his sister, his mother, his aunts. But there were others there that were unmistakably Jensen, just softened. And then there were the bits that belonged to neither. Those were the handiwork of Danneel who had the assistance of something she had called ‘cutlets’ and one of her extra bras. The underwire was digging into him, but other than that, it wasn’t too bad. He had to admit, the whole package they had created wasn’t completely unconvincing as a woman, especially now that they had managed to make his hair look longer with the clip-in extensions Sophia had forgotten and left in her locker last month. Hell, the way he looked now, Jensen was forced to admit to himself - and if he was pressed, the others - he’d have tried to pick himself up at the bar.
“Okay, Gen,” Danneel called her friend over, chewing on her lip. “We have a slight problem.”
“What?” Genevieve frowned, hurrying over to where Jensen was sitting in the makeup chair, panic coloring her face. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m afraid I’m going to have to declare him too pretty.”
Genevieve clutched at her chest. “Oh God, Danni, don’t scare me like that.”
Jensen smirked, watching as his now painted lips curled a bit differently thanks to the shadows. “I told you she’d freak out if you said that to her.”
“Don’t get used to being right.” Danneel play-slapped at him as Genevieve huffed and went back to getting her own costume bits together.
“Still not quite satisfied,” Danneel declared. “Back to the chair.”
Jensen obliged. “So, uh, you busy later?” He asked as Danneel coated his lashes with yet another layer of mascara.
“Why?” She stepped back to admire her handiwork before picking up the eyeliner. “Should I be?”
“Not at all.” Jensen grinned, making Danneel frown and almost poke him in the eye. “But since you don’t do you, maybe, I dunno - want to do something once we’re done here - and I’m just throwing out ideas here, but how about dinner maybe?”
Danneel’s tongue poked out a bit as she drew a winged line on Jensen’s upper lid with a triumphant flourish. “Tonight?”
“If you’re free, yes.” He tried to wink, but it earned him an eyeful of eyeliner pencil. “Sonofa - that burns!”
“Yeah, no shit it does - “ Danneel snorted. “Makes you appreciate women a bit more, huh?”
“Hell yeah.” He grabbed for the tissue Danneel was offering him and dabbed at his eyes, not worrying if he was messing up the makeup that had been carefully applied. “Now, how about dinner?”
“I’m not saying no, but I’m not saying yes either.”
“Fair enough.”
She patted his face and had him turn to look at himself. “I’m going to need to fix all the work you just did and then all you need is a bit of lip gloss and then I have to turn you over to Sophia.”
Jensen blinked at himself for the moment Danneel allowed him before rotating back around for the lip gloss treatment. From what little he saw, Jensen was still right to be impressed with both Danneel’s makeup skills and his own chameleon abilities.
He was in the chair maybe another five minutes when Danneel declared him the best she could do.
“All right, pretty boy, it’s time to go get your dress,” Danneel broke into his thoughts. “Sorry, Sophia, I know you need to get him in his wig, but if we don’t go now, he’s just going to fall in love with himself.”
“Too late,” Jensen laughed, flipping his hair back like he had seen countless women do to punctuate sentences.
“Jesus,” Danneel rolled her eyes, “Come on,” she gripped Jensen’s arm maybe a bit too tightly as she led him out of the room and into the tunnel leading to the costume closet, and right into the biggest test of the night.
“You think this is going to work?” Jensen whispered roughly, trying not to look too hard at anyone they happened to pass.
“It has to.”
**--**--**
After what Jensen was sure was the most obvious case of cross-dressing ever, he and Danneel returned to the room, dress and shoes in hand.
“Well, I’m assuming it worked,” Sophia sighed a little but harder than she meant to.
“Like a damn charm,” Danneel cooed, slapping Jensen on the ass and making him jump. “You should have seen this asshole. He waltzed right in there and hit on Rosey!”
“Rosenbaum?” Genevieve’s mouth fell open in surprise.
“Yeah.” Danneel laughed. “Can you believe the balls on this bitch?”
“Oh my God, Jensen - “ Sophia didn’t know if she should be proud or appalled.
“What?” He had the nerve to attempt to innocently bat his eyes.
“Rosenbaum is your roommate!” Sophia really had a knack for pointing out the obvious.
Jensen shrugged. “Yeah, and?”
“He could have figured out it was you!”
“Relax.”
“How can you be so calm about this?” Genevieve punched Jensen in the arm, and then followed up with a punch for Danneel as well.
“For starters, thanks to Danneel here, he didn’t look above this general area,” Jensen gestured grandly to his chest.
“Oh Lord, you created a monster.” Sophia looked over at the dress they had brought back. “And how in the hell did they have one long enough for you?”
“Don’t know, don’t care. All I know is that this is going to keep our Sandy form being booted out on her ass.” Genevieve laughed, walking over to Jensen and unbuttoning his shirt. “Now, let’s see if we can get this mess completely fixed.”
“Honey, you can’t just call me a mess and expect me not to- “ Jensen pitched his voice slightly higher then stopped when the girls stared at him. “What?”
“Your voice.” The three girls spoke as one.
Jensen was suddenly very self-conscience, and he wasn’t even really sure why. “What about it?”
“It’s deep,” Danneel pointed out.
Jensen had to smile at what he thought was a compliment. “Thank you.”
“No, not thank you.” Sophia yellwhispered. “This is no good.”
“So I’m off the hook?”
“No, you are not. But you’ve got to work on your voice.”
“You’re going to have to be more specific here. Telling me to work on my voice without knowing what it needs to sound like is like telling someone to meet you somewhere without giving them directions.”
“Okay - Jane.” Genevieve thought for a moment, “She’s got a British accent. You think you can do that?”
“Hell yeah I can. I did theater. That’s a snap.” Jensen affected the accent even as he answered.
“Oh, that’s perfect!” Genevieve clapped, “Can you maybe pitch your voice just a tiny bit higher?”
Jensen cleared his throat a few times before trying again, rolling his eyes as he experimented. “How about this?”
Jensen was sure he had messed up when he saw the looks he was being met with.
“Oh. My. God.” Danneel’s jaw was still dropped and Sophia’s mouth was gaping like a fish out of water.
“I can try it again if you - “
“No. That’s perfect. How did you learn that exactly?” Genevieve was in awe.
“I, uh - “ Jensen rubbed the back of his neck. “I used to be a cheerleader?”
“Well I’ll be damned,” Danneel whistled in appreciation. “You just keep getting better and better.”
“You learn how girls talk when you’re around them almost twenty-four hours a day.” Jensen shrugged. “No disrespect. I mean, girls are great, but you guys can talk about some of the most random and weird shit.”
“Oh yeah, because cars and boring sports shit is so much more important,” Danneel shot back, hands flying to her hips automatically.
“Hey, hey,” Sophia soothed. “Let’s not fight. We have less than an hour before Misha comes to collect us. And none of us princesses is ready to be hauled away.”
“Fine.” Danneel peeled off her own layers of street clothes. “But, please. Jensen, don’t say anything to make us sound stupid.”
“I won’t. If - “ he grinned, “If you to let me take you to dinner next weekend.”
“Next weekend?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll think about it.”
“Then I’ll think about staying in character.”
“Dammit, Danneel! Tell him you will.”
“I dunno.”
“DANNEEL.”
“Fine. Next weekend. But if you break character, that’s it. No. date.”
“Shake on it.” Jensen offered his hand.
Danneel reached for it but her hand was intercepted by Sophia’s.
“Shit! Look at his nails!”
“Dammit, Jensen - why do you bite your nails?”
“I’m a man.” He shrugged. “We covered this already. Men do stupid shit.”
“It’s a damn good thing I keep press-ons in my locker for emergencies.” Genevieve smiled. “Now, seriously, let’s get on with this.”
No more was said as Jensen was undressed and redressed like a textbook scene right out of a Disney movie. Granted, there were no actual birds swooping in to help them and there wasn’t any cheesy soundtrack playing, but it was close enough to make even a non-Disney fan believe there was really some sort of magic in the park.
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