No sooner had Gazoo vanished with his cryptic farewell than one of the school's side doors burst open with an abrupt bang, causing Fred and Barney to jump in surprise. From the doorway, two high school girls emerged, their dance team uniforms comprising of eye-catching yellow leotards hugging their matured bodies in all the right places. Their sheer pantyhose gave an alluring sheen to their legs, amplifying their femininity.
One of the girls was tall and slender with dark brown hair tied up into two cute buns. The other had a sun-kissed tan, her blonde locks swept up into a high, playful ponytail. Upon spotting the younger boys, their made-up faces initially registered concern. After taking a moment to appraise the two middle schoolers, the taller brunette relaxed and said with a nonchalant tone, "Nah, just a couple of younger boys, you won't rat on us for vaping out here, will you?"
Barney found himself locked in place as he soaked in the sight of the two older girls. His senses were tantalizingly assaulted with the sweet scent of their perfume, the vision of their shapely bodies encased in leotards and pantyhose, and the hypnotic sound of their voices. In an attempt to recover his voice, he finally stammered, "Of course not."
Fred, his typically brash and straightforward demeanor now colored with a twinge of timidity, chimed in, "It's nice to talk to you lovely dancers." The forced flirtatious remark elicited a swift elbow from Barney. The girls, however, received his compliment with shared grins, revealing sets of dazzling white teeth.
The older girls seated themselves on the same bench Fred and Barney had just vacated. From the depths of their purses, they retrieved slim vape pens, their eyes sparkling with mirth as they caught Fred and Barney trying to subtly ogle them. The blonde, her eyes twinkling with amusement, teased, "Like what you see, boys? I'm afraid you're too young for us."
Barney couldn't disagree with her assessment. These girls had to be at least three years older than he and Fred. Their voluptuous curves, coupled with their confident demeanor, were more than enough proof of that. Choosing to ignore the jibe, Barney quickly shifted the topic, his mind recalling Gazoo's cryptic words. "So, they just let you walk out here to vape?" he asked, feigning nonchalance.
The taller girl nodded, her fingers twirling around the vape pen idly. "They let us go anywhere we want as long as we go in groups of at least two. Dance team uniforms are like free passes everywhere today." Her words hung in the air as the shorter girl laughed, stretching out her leg in a graceful arc that offered the boys a view of her shapely calf encased in sheer pantyhose.
The brunette rose to her feet to stretch her legs, the graceful arc of her body reflecting years of dance training. As she crouched down to tie her white sneaker, the vape pen remained secure in her hand.
Their conversation was a melange of esoteric dance terminology and high school gossip. They spoke of pirouettes and grand jetés, of recent dramas and upcoming competitions. Although Barney and Fred didn't understand half of what they were saying, they were too entranced to care.
Under the guise of their innocent curiosity, Fred and Barney observed the girls, their eyes carefully tracing the contours of their bodies as they indulged their nicotine addiction. Barney was quite sure he'd never forget this moment - the sun setting the world ablaze with golden hues, the soft whispers of the wind rustling through the trees, and the intoxicating sight of the two girls ensnared in the grip of their guilty pleasure.
Their vape break was over relatively quickly. The brunette glanced at her phone, her eyes widening slightly. "Almost time for the next workshop, nice meeting you boys," she said, her voice holding a hint of mirth. As the two girls sauntered back into the school, Fred and Barney watched them leave, their hearts beating in sync with the rhythm of their departing footsteps.
No sooner had the girls disappeared, than Gazoo materialized in the courtyard again. His smirk was playful as he asked, "Did that answer your question, dum-dums?"
Fred looked utterly confused, but Barney had already figured it out. "Those two could go around the school where they wanted because they were wearing their dance team leotards."
Gazoo nodded, an approving glint in his eyes. "Exactly! The girls competing and doing the workshops just go where they need to, or can sneak away to do... whatever. Like vape, or visit a computer lab."
Fred, now catching up, chimed in with a hint of trepidation in his voice, "Sure, Gazoo could zap us up a couple of those girly uniforms, different from all the others so we'd be our own little team. But we're boys. We'd look silly in them."
Barney couldn't agree more. Despite the allure of getting into the computer lab, the idea of dressing up in girls' dance leotards was an absurd one. "Yeah, we'd stick out like sore thumbs," he echoed Fred's sentiment, looking back at Gazoo with a sceptical look.
Gazoo rolled his eyes at their reluctance, his expression exuding a combination of impatience and amusement. "Dum-dums, I can change more about you than just your clothes."
