The Gift Card Jean gave her...

“So how does it feel to be an adult?” Jean asked as she sat next to Rogue.

Rogue looked over the plate of eggs and bacon. She had had fun last night and even got Logan to dance with her.

“Not much different so far…” Rogue admitted, “It was fun yesterday.”

“I figure after breakfast we can go and you can pick out what you want with the card I got you,” Jean said with a mischievous grin.

“Sounds like fun,” Rogue started to say.

She stopped speaking when she felt Jeans foot pawing at her leg. Rogue rubbed the leather of the power suppressing collar, glad it was allowing her the contact.

*

Rogue couldn’t help but strut towards Scott’s convertible. She was much taller and even in her flat boots her body seemed inclined to move in a sexy way as she walked. She could only imagine what her walk would be like in heels. From what Rogue gathered talking with Kitty as they got ready for bed last night, over the last six months she had undergone quite the growth spurt and become, as Kitty put it “The best melon farmer in the county!” Rogue had noticed all her bras were stretched out so going shopping for underwear on someone else’s dime sounded pretty good. Her mesh top was tented out in front of her as she walked. At almost six feet with her hard narrow waist and wide hips she had a corseted hourglass figure without the corset. Rogue smiled to herself. She was sure she was the star of many a personal pornographic dream by her friends and classmates.

“Yes you are,” Jean said with a lusty husk in her voice.

“I am sure Scott and Spike have been enjoying any eyefuls of me they can get,” Rogue smiled.

“And Kitty, Logan, even the Professor has had dreams about you,” Jean smiled.

“And you?” Rogue asked putting a hand on her hip.

Jean crossed the last steps to Rogue and put her hands around the taller girl’s waist. She leaned in and kissed Rogue with a sweat and romantic kiss.

“I might not be a lesbian,” Jean giggled as she broke the kiss, “But you make me want to try out for the team.”

“You just want me for my titties,” Rogue said.

“We have been wondering what you taste like since you arrived at school,” Jean said, “I wished I could kiss you even before you traded your soul for a porn star’s body. Everyone has. Do you remember the Bayside Angels outfits we got? I regret that you didn’t put on those vinyl pants for me and I didn’t get the chance to take them off of you.”

“Why miss Jean,” Rogue said hamming up her southern accent, “I do hope you are bisexual, I wouldn’t want you to get a butch make over…”

“I am perfectly good being a girly girl and I was hoping you would stay the same way,” Jean said, “Come on. I found the perfect store for us. Now that we are both eighteen we can go shopping together.”

Jean opened the door to Scott’s convertible for her. Jean went around and got in the driver’s seat. They drove into town and part way along the way Jean reached over and took Rogue’s ungloved hand with only a half instant of hesitation.

“You know,” Jean said as they were driving, “Your power was a convenient excuse for you to keep everyone at a distance.”

“It was,” Rogue agreed.

“But what really kept you apart was your pushing people away. Each and everyone of us has our own personal demons,” Jean stole a sideways look at Rogue, “I feel cut off from people at times too. But we can connect with others, we have to connect with each other.”

“So where are we going?” Rogue asked as she brushed her shoulder length hair away from her eyes, “You didn’t say which store it is.”

“I found a place that is right in line with your Goth look but also as your role as the star of everyone’s porn star,” Jean smiled, “I hope you don’t mind but I picked out an outfit for me as well.”

“Oh?” Rogue perked up.

*

“Well hello there,” the guy behind the counter said as Jean walked in, “Did you finally bring your friend along?”

“Rogue this is Sylvester,” Jean said as she held the door for Rogue.

Rogue came in and looked at the man, he looked like a Vietnamese David Bowie in drag. He was maybe five foot eight but was clearly on some sort of raised platform behind the counter.

“He knows all about being different as well,” Jean said, “We don’t have to hide anything from him.”

“I don’t wear this wig because of a bald spot,” Sylvester pulled up the Black Marilyn Monroe wig and showed off a mohawk of spines sticking out of his short hair, “You know the secret to lingerie darling?”

“What?” Rogue asked.

“It’s wraping paper, meant to look nice but the real present in what’s under it,” Sylvester smiled, “Speaking of which, here is your order miss Jean.”

The clerk held up two big black shopping bags. One clearly had a box for a tall pair of boots stick out of it.

“I put the items you picked out for your amazon lover in the changing room,” Sylvester made a kissing face.

Jean lead Rogue back and Rogue took int the story, it was a woman’s lingerie and sexy outfit shop. There was leather, rubber, spandex, vinyl, lace, in a rainbow of colors but mostly in black. Jean opened the curtain to a changing room and Rogue raised her eyebrow at the outfit hanging in the small room.