The whole way home she had to contemplate what she was going to wear. Her mother wouldn't care as long as she looked nice and remembered a mask. Her brothers and father however expected her to dress like the heiress she is.

She smirked when an idea formed in her head. She was going to either go wearing the smuttiest outfit she could find, or she would be dressed as a guy.

After thinking about the two options, she chose the latter. There was no way in hell she wanted to deal with guys hitting on her all night. That'd be a pain, and she knew her mother would be pissed if she decided to fry someone's ass for annoying her too much, especially after she'd chosen an outfit that would have guys drooling over her.

When she made it home, she tossed together the essentials for a week. Knowing her mother, even if she planned to only stay a night, she'd be forced into a few more than that. It always happened, and she always prepared for it.

With her things packed, she strapped her bag onto the back of her motorcycle. Then she took off towards town. She had to get an outfit together ASAP. She was glad that she had connections. Whatever she could possibly need was within reach.

As she parked her motorcycle outside of a tailoring store, she walked briskly inside.

When her bike had roared into their parking lot, most of the employees had looked up. As soon as they saw the biker pull off her helmet, half of them dropped what they were doing and rushed towards her as she entered.

"Welcome back Ms. Go. How can we be of service to you today?" they all asked enthusiastically.

The other customers all wondered what was going on and if the person before them was famous for some reason.

"Hey guys, I need Jean. Now."

They all scrambled to the back and pulled an annoyed woman towards the front. She didn't like that all her employees had pulled her away from one of her most important jobs ever. She was fighting with them vehemently until she saw the reason for her sudden summoning.

"Shego!" Jean shouted happily, throwing her arms around the woman.

The green skinned woman returned the embrace lightly and asked, "You think you can fit me for a ball I need to go to tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow? Is it the family's annual ball?"

"Yeah. I found out about it about two hours ago. It's a masquerade."

Jean's eyes sparkled. Her store was typically for bridal purposes, but she loved a challenge.

"So, male or female?"

"Male."

"Oh? Going for the looks that made me fall for you in the beginning?" Jean asked with a wink.

Shego rolled her eyes. "Not that look exactly. Just throw together something that'll cover my skin tone. So I'll want gloves and a mask that at least covers half my face. Make it as simple or decorative as you like, as long as it matches well. Oh, and try to accent my emerald eyes. Keep the clothes light so I can move around easily, and don't use easily flammable material since I may need my plasma. Oh, and I'll be using my binder to become an A-cup. Can you figure out the rest?"

"Of course! How many hours do I have?"

"I'll be back at dinner time, so about 6 hours."

"Will you be taking me out in thanks?"

Shego smiled, "Of course, but don't expect anything more than dinner. I need to get to the family home before tomorrow, so I'll be riding throughout the night so I can get there a few hours before the party starts."

"Understood. I'll get to work right away!" She placed a peck on the raven-haired woman's cheek and she skipped off into the back of the store.

"Can we help you with anything else Ms. Go?" almost every store employee asked at once.

She waved them away and said, "Don't get in Jean's way. Just go back to whatever the hell it was you were doing before I arrived."

"Yes ma'am!" they all said enthusiastically.

Shego left the store and hopped on her bike. "Now for shoe shopping," she grumbled.

After half an hour she arrived at a custom shoe store. "Connections are a wonderful thing," she smirked.

It wasn't hard to find the perfect fitting shoe, considering that the owner custom made all her shoes and always had a nice pair of male dress shoes in case of an emergency. It wasn't the first time Shego had needed to dress like a guy, and she was pretty sure it wouldn't be the last.

Whenever she had to go to something formal, she was prepared to piss her father off by dressing like a guy. He used to always say how he wished he had five sons instead of a lesbian daughter, so she complied and dressed like her brothers. That never went well and the two would end up arguing. Shego enjoyed arguing with him though, if he was pissed off, she was content.