((A backtracked solo I finally got around to finishing/posting))

Super. SUPER. To say that Sailor Polaris was simply pleased with her recent promotion would have been a lie. She was absolutely and mind blowingly estatic!

Just the word drew a smile on her face so wide she nearly burst into proud giggles. The power up was great sure, but it was more the esteem of it all. The fact that the guardian cats and the universe had thought that she was totally awesome enough to earn and deserve this newly granted gift. It was going to her head fast, going and swelling it up like a giant balloon.

There was, however, one little black cloud that had quickly dampened her new found euphoria.

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It was the day after her grand promotion. A little lingering guilt remained for blasting apart that poor little monster child, she still believed that they were simply that, childern corrupted by alien magic. And Polaris could still fell the small strains to her leg and arm muscles from attempting to tote around nasty old 'Poison'. But all of that was quickly fading as Aurora stood in front of her full length mirror with a grin that was borderline psycotic.

A quick wave of her magical pen sent a flurry of colors and sparkles through the air, the whole room filling with a blinding light that dissapeared just as quickly as it had appeared. Transformation complete Polaris peered at the mirror, quite intent on admiring herself for awhile. Beautiful ivory gloves, vibrant almost glowing collar fabric. She passed to rub her fingers against it, hardly realizing that the gloves would have prevented her from feeling it anyway. It was remarkable... if real fabric could come in this pattern surely the most glamorous and expensive dresses would be crafted from it. But then again... maybe not. She gazed at her collarbone through the sheer fabric with a slight pursing of her lips.

Eyes trailing in hopes of leaving behind the feeling of nakedness, Polaris took in the full picture, eyes growing wide as she did. Where once fabric had been now was a wide strech of cocoa colored stomach. Even the fabric that was there, radiant as it was, was so sheer that it really was no different than her standing there in just her bra and underwear.

Polaris' stomach churned. Worse then underwear really. The gloves and boots.. the piercing at her bellybutton (was that REAL!?) matched together in a way that she could seriously have been mistaken for some stripper... or some sleazy girl's idea of a 'sailor slut' halloween costume.

Only her bows had grown at all, and she found herself trying to pull them up slightly, seeing if there was some way she could cover herself with the added fabric. It was no use.

She couldn't help it, the costume dissapeared leaving her once again in the pajamas she'd been in before her little experiment. Her brand new dream was something like a nightmare. Looking over her pen, Aurora couldn't help but wonder how soon she'd be using it. How soon she'd be flashing the night in the name of justice.

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