The Evils of Panties (Slow Updates)

Chapter 3

A-Report

Mr. Blackbourne regrets walking into Mr. Griffin's house the moment he set though the door.
"Luke, you look like a fucking clown! Are you not listening! Blend, blend! Fuck!" Gabriel shouts.
"I am listening! It's not my fault you can't explain worth shit!"
"Oy! Excuse me? Fine! Do it your fucking self!" Gabe yells and walks out of the room. Owen feels the making of a headache already as he adjusts his glasses and walks to the living room, only to find the most piss-poor excuses for makeup artists sitting in front of four different mirrors.
"OW, the mascara freaking poked me again!" Victor cries as he closes his eye in pain.
"I think I stabbed my eye with this pencil more than I have put any of the make-up on me." Sean says as he glares at the instrument in question. Luke continues to try to rub a silicone egg around his face. I guess that is to blend? "Why is being a woman so hard and painful?" Sean continues to whine. Owen chuckles and the boys' heads snap in his direction.
"Well gentlemen, you certainly don't make beautiful ladies."
"YET!" Gabriel says. "They don't make beautiful ladies yet, but if they get their shit together and LISTEN then in three weeks time they could be great. Not attractive to the smartest men, but passable for the female gender at least."
"Of course." Owen says with a sly tilt of his lip. I will believe it when I see it. "Now, what is going on?"
"Well, the idiots need to look like women. They are watching drag and makeup tutorials to get the idea. I'm here to help where I can. It's almost damn impossible though."
"Well maybe if you-"
"Fucking say it Luke! I dare you!"
"Taught better."
"Mr. Taylor!"
Luke sighs as he throws down the blender. "Look dude, I'm sorry. This is just tough shit. Why can't we just get prosthetics like they did in 'White Chicks'?" 
"Because we aren't the fucking FBI, so we don't have the fucking equipment or I would! Unfortunately I'm stuck here teaching you fuckers how to wield a brush for once. Hell, it may help you out. Less bruises you will have to come to me for when you need them covered up." Kota lets out a North worthy grunt in response, and Sean rolls his eyes. "So fuckers, pay attention. Contouring, highlighting, and shading are the important ones. Your brows are done, and I know you assholes won't put on fake eyelashes, even if it would help, so the mascara will do. Sean put the fucking eyeliner down. Grab the sponge and the box of concealer and pay fucking attention this time!"
Gabriel then goes through the motions again, in more detail, if possible. Mr. Blackbourne soons grows tired of listening to the whines of his brothers and wanders to where the other three boys taking turns on the video game.
"Fuck! I need a break!" Gabriel says after the upteenth time of explaining the correct way to highlight your cheekbones.
Mr. Blackbourne's phone rings, without hesitation Owen answers.
"Donkey." The voice comes in from the other end of the line.
"Constellation." Owen replies automatically, used to Academy protocol.
"Hello Owen," Dr. Phil Roberts replies cheerfully through the phone.
"Hello Dr. Roberts, what does the director of the Academy need this evening?"
"Oh, just checking in on the progress of your mission prep." His tone giving away his amusement. I'm sure he heard all about it when Sean turned up to work last night.
"The boys are," he pauses to think of the nicest word for the atrocity going on in the living room right now, "learning." Owen finishes with a slight chuckle.
"And you?"
"What do you mean?" Owen says sitting straighter.
"Well, you are going undercover as staff correct?"
"Yes, I thought that we had established that." He rebuts as he furrows his brow.
"Well, this is an all women's school Owen." Dr. Roberts says with a slight lilt to his tone. Almost in a gleeful giggle.
"I am aware."
"That includes staff." He says as if it were obvious.
"WHAT!?"
"That was perfect Owen! I got that all on camera!" Sean chirps in, mischief in his voice.
"What's going on?" Gabriel asks, coming back into the room.
"Owen here," Sean motions to his friend with a makeup brush, joy written across his features, "has to be transformed into a girl too!" He speaks in a far too gleeful tone.
"Surely you're joking Dr. Roberts?" Owen practically begs into the phone, as his friend gives him a devilish grin.
"I'm afraid not Owen. You must undergo this process too. I'm sure you understand the need and importance of your role." The good doctor says in what was supposed to be a sad and sympathetic tone, but was far too amused to pass.
"Shit." Nathan says, amusement lacing his tone and a sparkle in his eye.
"I guess I need to make another appointment at the place of torture," Victor shudders from memory. I will never sit in that chair of doom again!
"I guess we get to go shopping again!" Gabe says in excitement. Owen's spine goes straight, and he fixes his already straight tie.
"I think I am perfectly capable of taking care of those things boys."
"Oh no Owen. We insist! We must be there for our brother and leader." Sean says with the same gleam in his eye he got when he tried to get Owen to eat his cooking.
"I assure you. You don't need to worry-"
"Nonsense Mr. B, you were there for us. We will most definitely be there for you." Luke says with a wicked smirk. For once, a word that would normally never pass the lips of Owen Blackbourne's lips did in a low whisper.
"Fuck."
"Please tell me you got all of that," Nathan whispers to Sean, who nods back.
Gabriel nods happily to their fearless leader, "Well Mr. B, sit the fuck down. Time for a lesson."
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Okay guys! Happy Sunday! The next chapter is where things kick off. Unfortunately, you won't see the transformation process Owen goes through. It may be hinted at in future chapters, but this was the last one before they all go off the school. What'd you think? Do you think the boys will ever pass as girls? That Mr. B could become Ms. B? Should be interesting. 😉 Don't be a silent reader!