This story was inspired by the new 2016 trailer that came out and I recognize that I had been using the old 2014 outfits in the main story up to this point. Also... Holy Crap. Therefore: short story about the introduction of these outfits to Aaliyah. Tada!

"Are you ready?"

"Come on Leo, I'm dying over here! You've been so dang secretive about this new getup I'm gonna start getting grey hair if you don't just show me already!"

"Ok, ok, here it goes." He stepped around the corner and instantly Aaliyah's eyes widened. Her face first drained of color and then flushed a deep scarlet. There was the sound of a loud clap that instantly had the other brothers peeking around the corner. It wasn't the sound of a slap, evidently, but now Aaliyah's face was covered with her hands and she was squeaking almost incoherently.

"For Fuck's Sake Leonardo! You can't just… Holy crap! You gotta warn a girl if you're gonna suddenly decide to walk around half naked! Good night, you're gonna give me a nose bleed. There's gonna be blood all over this floor and I won't even be able to clean it up because literally all of the blood in my body has gone to my face and then it's going to be on the floor and I'll be dead. You could kill a girl with that outfit. Lack thereof, more like."

Leo chuckled self-consciously and rubbed the back of his neck as she stole another peek and had to turn away. "Damn. I don't know how you found pants that fit you the way they do but damn. Seriously. Half naked, goddamn pants that should be illegal, are you trying to kill me? I'm pretty sure you're trying to kill me. Are you going to be wearing this regularly? I don't think I could handle seeing those pants every day."

"This is the new look for now, yeah. The old gear was getting worn out so…"

"Dammit Leo, you're trying to kill me off."

He laughed again and shifted around on his feet, turning to look at his brothers with an incredulous expression. Donnie did not look pleased but the other two were giving him the thumbs-up signal. "I really wasn't going for that, I promise. So… You think it looks alright?"

Still impossibly red she did her best to turn and face him without oogling too noticeably. Aaliyah cleared her throat and steepled her hands, working to find words but having none come to mind immediately. "It looks a lot cleaner than before. There's less busyness to it and it looks a lot more functional in battle. It looks… Damn. Uh… It's a good look. It's a very good look. More revealing than what I expected, but hopefully I'll get used to seeing so much skin before I die of blood loss from all the damn nosebleeds I'll be having on a regular basis."

Leo grinned and started to speak but Mikey jumped around the corner and posed dramatically. "MY TURN! My turn baby girl ya gotta tell me what you think of my new bling!"

Leo's expression soured instantly and he shoved Mikey roughly. "Hey!"

"Come on, man, you had your turn!" Mikey whined, shoving back. Aaliyah stepped in, the color of her face returning to normal.

"Oh Mikey look at you! Look at this chain! Where did you even find something like this? What did you do with your shells? I loved those shells."

Michelangelo preened under her attention and flexed, showing off his new alterations with pride. "Yeah girl! I totally snagged this after we roughed up some Purple Dragon thuggies who were messin' up this jewelry store guy and we kinda scared him a bit so he chucked it at me and was all 'here take it brah! Just don't hurt me!'"

"Oh goodness!" Aaliyah responded with genuine concern, but Michelangelo waved it away casually.

"Nah, I totally took it back like a week later and tried to give it back but he was cool. He was like, 'Bro, you totally saved me back there and it was the most epic thing. I want you to have it, brah, cause you're totally the coolest.'"

Raphael snorted and strolled around the corner with a shake of his head and shoved Mikey out of the way. "It wasn't like that ding-dong. I was there. Don't listen to this guy, he's full of crap."

"Hey!"

But he paid Mikey no attention. Puffing up a bit and rolling his shoulders Raphael was doing his best to project that he didn't care about showing off his new look but the hesitant dart of his eyes over to Aaliyah to try to gauge her reaction was fairly easy to spot. Incredibly impressed at just How Much had gone into the new look showed a great deal about the thought he'd invested into his appearance.

"GoodNess! Look at you! You look like a tank! These shoulder guards and the shin guards definitely get a thumbs up. I like anything that keeps you safe and protected. And look at this! Look at this!" She oohed over the aviator bomber-type parachute straps that crossed over his front. "This is some seriously heavy duty stuff! Look at how nice this all looks! All the way down to this awesome belt! You need to show me how to tie a knot like this. It's so pretty."

He huffed and rolled his shoulder, cracking a smile and shaking his head. "It ain't pretty but whatever. 'S durable, that's what matters. This stuff's gonna hafts keep up with us."

Aaliyah nodded and reached up to touch the Wilkie talkie attached to the strap on Raphael's left. "Never though I'd see the day Donnie finally got You hooked up to electronics. Better watch out or he's gonna start implanting stuff."

"Hey!" Donnie called out as he rounded the corner looking rather offended. She laughed and casually looked over her shoulder to wink at him, immediately doing a double take and spun around to face him. Her face bloomed a scarlet red hue, hands slowly rising up to cover her mouth and nose. Completely lost for words she turned sharply on her heel, shielding her eyes, and marched out of the room. The brothers roared with laughter and slapped Donnie's shell, ribbing him and shoving him after her.

Blushing nearly as darkly as Aaliyah he scurried down the hall to find her fanning herself in the kitchen. She spotted him out of the corner of her eye and yelped in surprise, shielding her eyes again. "Dammit Donnie, you can't sneak up on people like that! Goodness!"

"Sorry, sorry." He apologized, shuffling his feet. He looked up hopefully and fiddled with one of his suspender straps, trying to put together the question he had without having it come out uncomfortably. "You, um, don't like it? The outfit?"

There was a few beats of silence before Aaliyah sighed heavily and dropped her hands to reveal the heat in her face had not subsided in the least. She steepled her hands and looked the ensemble over intensely, giving Donatello the odd feeling of being checked out. He could feel the weight of her eyes on him and if it wasn't for the dark blush on her face he probably would have made some excuse to leave. But that tint to her cheeks was because of Him. He'd done that, and it gave him such great pleasure he couldn't have left even if he'd wanted to. It was too cute.

"Donnie, I'm going to ask you one question only." She finally said, her voice squeaking a little bit.

"Uh huh?"

"… Why are you wearing a leather garter?"

He blinked at her in surprise and looked down. Oh, that? "It's, uh, it's for tools, you know?" At least, that had been the intention. Being able to have a spot to hang tools while he was working so that they'd be easily accessible. "Why? Is it a problem?"

He expression dropped a little bit in sarcastic reply as of to say, 'you have no idea' but the expression was quickly replaced with one that was much more schooled. Then with a formal clearing of her throw she did her best to put on her most objective expression and analyze his outfit for him so as not to injure his feelings.

"The shorts look like they fit well while still allowing free range of motion. The color is not quite close enough to your skin tone so as to cause confusion while still maintaining enough green in tone so that they don't draw much attention to them. The suspenders act a bit like a vertically striped shirt in that they add a bit of visual length to your appearance while not subtracting anything from…" She made a vague swirling gesture at his torso but lost her composure and had to cover her eyes again for a moment.

"Gaaaah, I swear all of you are trying to kill me. All of you. First there was naked Leo, then Raph the Tank, then Blinged-out Mikey, and now you're in suspenders with a garter. Why? Why did the universe do this? Why is it trying to kill me off?"

"Aaliyah, if you want me to I can take it off." Donnie suggested helpfully, trying to figure out what he could wear instead of she didn't want him to wear this. She, on the other hand, choked at his suggestion and clapped her hands over her face.

"For fuck's Sake! Don! No!" She chastised, grumbling under her breath, "I'm having a hard enough time over here!"

Realizing his slip he jumped and held up his hands defensively, waving them erratically in front of himself. "No no no! Not… Not like that! I meant change! Not… Not just…" He cursed and

rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. Michelangelo, who had been listening in the hallway, busted a gut and actually lay down on the floor so he could properly roll with laughter. Which, of course, meant the other two turtles had to come investigate. Mikey told them the story with tears streaming down his cheeks and Leonardo joined Raphael and Michelangelo in their uproar over the whole event.

It took several days for Aaliyah so stop squealing in surprise every time Leonardo or Donnie especially snuck up on her but eventually she mustered up enough courage to snap one of his suspenders. Donnie, on the other hand, had a much harder time getting used to the half-lidded way her eyes would roam over him when she thought he wasn't paying attention or the way she looked up at him through her eyelashes as the strap she'd just snapped vibrated against his plastron. The pants were much more restrictive for his tail and it started to become an issue when all he had to do was think about possibly sneaking up behind her and his shell would begin to tighten uncomfortably.

But, as with all things, they eventually settled down and Aaliyah stopped reacting to the suspenders or the way the pants tugged occasionally near the zipper.

And Donatello began to wonder if there was some way he could accumulate more clothes that he could rotate through so as to keep the magic of being undressed with her eyes from never fading away.