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Riley was currently trying to smash down the fluff that she didn't realize was under the skirt she'd chosen, when Nukpana's slapping sound startled her enough to look up at him. His elegant insult earned nothing but a smiling expression.

Why thank you. She replied, and shuffled out of the cardboard box changing room, standing directly in front of the curtain.

She expected him to follow.

He didn't.

... Nuk. She growled angrily. Come on. I'm not going to stand out here like this alone. Get your shiny a** out here before I come back in and carry you out myself.

Her mind caught Christof's voice, coming from - was he in the other box? She could hear shuffling coming from the box on the other side, as well - she was suddenly glad she'd chosen one of the boxes that didn't already have someone in it.

She stood in front of the curtain now simply to keep anyone from walking in until Nukpana exited. Let's go, princess. She called out. Other people need the booth.

It seemed, perhaps... just perhaps... things had evened out between them. Between their two grins, despite how only one was toothy, things had seemed to air between them, the light and teasing attitude returning. It was almost worth it that he was forced into this clothing which felt so demeaning, just for them not to be at each other's throats. Lifting his hands, he turned them over a few times to look at the long, black gloves, running one hand up the length of his arm to feel the slick, shiny material that would have been comfortable had it not been so tight, not even daring to touch what little rest of it was left -- he'd end up molesting himself. As if he didn't feel flamboyantly gay enough as it is in this thing. Letting his arms fold across his (bakini'd) chest again, he just grinned at her response to his teasing jab, watching her start to shuffle out of the curtain.

"Wait wait, we're actually going out in this s**t?" He replied a little reluctantly, taking a step towards her as if to try to grab her back, "Hey, come ba-- Riley I'm not going out like this!"

There was no way. Just no way. Spinning around to stalk a very small circle around the inside of the booth, he growled, fisting his hands a little as he considered just for a second that maybe he could go out. It wasn't so bad, right? It was just... IT WAS JUST AWFUL, HELL NO. Reaching up, he grabbed at the star-shaped ear-piece that was hooked over his right ear, already reaching for his pelt, which had been draped over the side, slowing to a stop mid-motion.

What... what was this? He felt... a sudden impulse... to...

"Shifter Star Power -- Make Up!"

When the world stopped spinning and colors stopped changing, he was on the other side of the curtain, arm hooked in Riley's, as if they had planned it that way.

Only...

...

What. The. Jack.

... And apparently fate wasn't done.

"You're a dying star, consumed by the darkness. Sailor Star Shifter... Stage On!"

... where the jack did those glasses come from, anyway?

Riley was still trying to push down the fluff that kept making her skirt look bigger than it really was, when she heard the scream coming from the cardboard box.

"Shifter Star Power -- Make Up!"

There was a moment of pure confusion, before she rolled her eyes. Ah, right. We're supposed to have some kind of .. catch phrase, aren't we? Clever boil, always remembering the details. Fine, let me see. She caught a glimpse of a student she didn't know crying out yet another odd little catch phrase, and sighed. Do they all have to be so corny? And I don't know why yours has to do with makeup, Nuk. I didn't go that far. Is.. is that why you're taking so long in there?

Ah, but she had yet to think up one for herself. She narrowed her eyes in thought, before an acceptable one presented itself, and she posed slightly as she cried hers out simultaneously with Nukpana's last few words.

By the dying light of the moon, Sailor Illithid comes to crush those in her way!

She felt the slide of an arm around hers, and turned to look at Nukpana with amusement.

Ahh, so glad you could - breasts.

That, of course, hadn't been where she was going with her sentence, but... well.. one can only imagine what suddenly caught her attention.

There were no words. Well, what were you supposed to say in a situation like this, really? So the skinwalker just stared, still posing in a way he felt was so just completely wrong and yet felt so right, staring off into the crowd of people with the most confused of faces. What... what had just happened? He knew what had just happened -- he'd been there, and for all intents and purposes, he'd done it to himself, but there was that same level of what the jackery he'd felt when he'd seen Red come out as a horse. It was Riley's voice that first caught his attention, bringing 'him' back to reality, and Nuk turned a little to stare at her just as blankly as she addressed him, noticing the moment when she had almost the exact same reaction he had.

Ok, not quite the same, but it was the same concept.

Cupping his newfound breasts, he turned to the Illithid, getting up in her face, looking absolutely mortified. "What is this? WHAT IS THIS? Riley what did you DO?!" 'he' replied in a rather feminine tone, that roughness ebbing a little into a smoother, sultry alto. He seemed to realize this as soon as he was finished the sentence, looking equally as mortified as he stood frozen where he was for a few minutes, moving only to give them a squeeze.

Well, maybe they weren't so bad.

As if to prove him wrong, the universe provided one of the few situations that could had made this entire thing worse. Once again Nuk went still as the sound of loud, pointed laughter filled the air not too far away, the tone eerily recognizable, even with the other chatter. Slowly, very slowly he turned his head to face Altair, expression contorting with rage as the incubus continued to laugh, until finally he let go of hew new-found breasts, looking like he'd roll up his sleeves if he'd had any.

'She' was going to go dominatrix all over that a**.

"You think it's funny? Do ya? Get in there, we'll see how funny it is!" 'she' growled in a tone that was not nearly as threatening as it was when 'he' wasn't a 'she.' Still, the skinwalker's grip was strong, and the fingers that wove into a handful off his hair were not kind as he started to drag the demon towards the booth, heels clicking angrily before he tossed him into the booth.

Demi was indeed sure there was a draft in here, and pretty sure he was missing his board shorts right now as he wobbled to his feet on those horrible things called high heels. "Shut up Roch, getting a date while looking like this... just seems wrong", Maybe you should hit on Claire n that outfit of yours hmm?" He said in return, holding up a crimson red sparkly bow he managed to swipe from the wardrobe box in front of the Musician. "Wear the Jackin' bow!"

he did glance over to the recent set of victims to the evil wardrobe box and could only gape at Riley, but promptly could not hold back his laughter of Nuk's magical girl form. The ability to breathe normally was long since gone as he wiped tears that formed in the corner of his eye from laughing so hard. "Hey Nuk, see if you could keep that form and show it to Shehk!" He teased the boil from across the room. "Since when do you wear glasses?"

He managed to finally control his laughter after the painful gasps but promptly lost it again at the sight of Altair's brand spanking new form and the burning sensation in his lungs built up again under that weird top he was practically forced to wear.

Seriously, he must have been wearing spankies right there.

xxxxxDanny had been visiting through booths around the school excitedly when she saw it.

xxxxxRoch in a skirt.

xxxxxSeems like everyone was doing it! Even the boys ... that was a tad odd, but Danny never liked to be left out! She gave Roch a whistle in his skirt, and then ran back into the changing room

xxxxxWhy was everything so ... hideous? Was this like ... human wear or something? She assumed it was, since she'd never seen anything like it. So many frills, pinks ... nothing was black ... it was gross! Danny would do it though- if only because she didn't have anywhere to go at the moment. Besides, all her friends were here!

xxxxxDanny looked at all the clothing in the box. There were all sorts of shapes and sizes (including waterproof ones ...) so Danny decided to go with something simple and orange- her favorite color couldn't fail her, right? There was even a cute matching wand! She came to a stop though when she realized the outfit didn't have holes for her wings and tali. Disappointed, she threw it back in the box. As she picked up other outfits though, she noticed that most of them didn't have holes, or the holes didn't fit her wings and tail quite right. So instead Danny reached into the box for the orange outfit again. After all, if she was going to commit a crime, better to do it in style!

xxxxxUsing her claws, she tore a little hole in the skirt and the shirt. It was so small! No one would notice!

xxxxx... Right?

xxxxxInstead of lightly pushing the curtain to move out of the booth, Danny kicked the curtain. Turns out, kicking a curtain in heels wasn't that smart. She forgot about the age old "panty shot." Not that she noticed.

xxxxxJumping out of the booth she said, "Alright guys! How do I look!" Glancing around she realized she must've been doing something wrong. Then, as though a lightbulb went off she said, "Oh! Ummm ... Danny fire magic sparkles and ... things ... uhm ... GO!" She grinned as though she had accomplished something incredibly major. That would knock 'em dead, right?

Cady watched in awe as each boil and ghoul entered one of the cardboard boxes scattered around the area labelled 'wardrobe', and came out somehow... more magical.

She still didn't know what was going on, but she totally wanted in on this action. Scrambling forward, she LEAPED into what she assumed was an empty box, shedding her outer clothing onto-

...Onto a boil's head. Huh. Apparently she was in someone's box. Whatever, everyone else had gone in pairs, there was clearly enough room for two! She shuffled things around, looking for something suitably magical. How had the others done it? And they always came out saying such cool things, too. She glanced over at the boil again, and lifted the edge of the offending clothing article. OH! It was that nice patchwork boil from the booth. Something weird had happened to his face. Also, he was holding a pair of panties up to his head.

"That's not where you put them, they go UNDER your pants, it took me a long time to remember but I eventually got it, you know. Although really they're kind of uncomfortable, well at least I imagine those are because they've got all that lace and ribbon and what not. Do boys wear panties? You're definitely going to want to if you want to wear a skirt and by the way something happened to your face."

She paused, for breath. "ANYWAY, I think I saw something that might work. And ribbons, definitely ribbons. You've got just enough hair to do some fun things with I think." She started rooting around in some cabinets. How did all this junk fit in here, anyway?

She didn't seem to be bothered by her state of dress. After all, ASH ran around in her Under Weres ALL DAY and nothing bad had happened so far. Besides, the box was pretty dark. Right? Yep.

Suddenly, Christof was no longer alone with the piles of female garments. And suddenly, Christof was covered in discarded female garments. Blinking out from under the tossed shorts, he dropped the panties he had been.... examining only to see.... a very chatty manticor wearing VERY LITTLE AT ALL.

Having trouble swallowing with his mouth only half fixed, but managed to slurp up the spittle that had gathered at the... area of Andeon's penetration.

Granted they were the... BIGGEST underpants he had seen on a ghoul before but...

As politely as he could, he started to scoot towards the box-flap and escape... until she started to mention ribbons, staring at him with sparkle-eyed expectation.

"Huuuumm?" he managed, looking like a Pathling in headlights.