Disclaimer: What's the point? You know what? I do own Winx club…wait, no I don't…ah crap! Be right back, must run away from lawyers!
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The next morning, Stella gave the entire dorm an early wake-up call.
"Stella, I usually commend you for being so lady like and proper, but was running through the dorm, screaming "Shopping Spree" and flashing blinding lights necessary?" Tune asked the Solarian princess as she sipped her tea.
"Hey, a girls gatta do what a girls gatta do." Stella shrugged and poured herself a cup.
The rest of the girls, and their pixies slowly crawled out of their rooms in their pajamas. Each girl glared at Stella, then as a collective group made their way to the showers. The pixies hung back and fell in a heap on pillow.
Stella and Tune shared a private laugh, before her cell rang.
"Solarian Sun Goddess speaking." Stella greeted.
"Morning Gorgeous." Brandon responded. "A little birdie told me that you need a ride into Magix this morning."
"Ooohhh, Snookums! Have I told you how much I love you?"
"Not today." Brandon laughed. "We'll be at Alfea in a couple minutes."
"Okay. Bye dawling."
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Even when the girls got back from their showers, they were still tired.
Moving about the room with half closed eyes, the girls sprawled themselves out and around the common room, in their bathrobes.
"Um, girls. Maybe you should get dressed…" Stella forced herself to control her laughter.
"Quiet Stell." Layla responded, towel drying her hair.
"Sweetie, I rarely resort to violence, but if you try to get us to go shopping immediately, I will sic a Venus Gobbler on you." Flora murmured, as she sat in a meditative pose on one of the floor pillows.
Syrin fell back on to the couch, her feet dangling over the armrest. She probably would've fallen back asleep, if Tune hadn't pulled at her hair.
"How can you wear your hair so long Syrin? One, when wet a single chunk weighs a ton. Two, it's impractical. And three, men like women that don't spend hours on their appearance. That's why you develop tricks for quick beauty."
"Oh, shut up Tune! I like my hair the length it is. No one is cutting it!" Syrin groaned and buried herself deeper into the purple fuzzy housecoat that was at least three sizes to big.
"Okay guys, I'm serious. You may want to get dressed." Stella placed much emphasis on the last two words.
"Why is it so imperative that we get up, Stella?" Tecna asked, and opened her eyes. Tecna gave a soft yelp.
Upon hearing Tecna's cry, the other girls opened their eyes. Standing in front of the large bay window, was the Specialists, each wearing an amused grin. The girls gave a soft shriek and scattered to their rooms to get dressed.
Stella, the Specialists and the pixies, couldn't help but laugh.
"I know this is improper, but it was delightfully funny." Tune giggled.
Fifteen minutes later, the girls walk sheepishly out of their rooms. The guys walked to them, and gave their girls a soft hug.
"Don't worry Bloom, it's not that embarrassing." Sky soothed.
Syrin went back to her position on the couch, and Riven leaned against the opposite arm rest.
"Alright! Girls, the boy's have volunteered to take us to Magix! So lets go!" Stella ushered everyone out the door, and they made their way to the aircraft.
"Why are you guys going to Magix?" Flora asked.
"There's a new weapons shop, that me, Brandon, Ophir and Riven want to check out." Sky said.
"I want to find a new 76y2phu modern for my portable hero's commander." Timmy added.
"I was hoping to visit the new nursery. I was hoping to find something special for you." Helia kissed the back of Flora's hand, as she blushed.
"Well then. You guys can go run your errands, while we go clothes shopping. Then we can go find Syrin some kick-knacks to help her decorate. Then we go fun shopping!" Bloom smiled.
"Deal." Ophir said.
When they landed in Magix, the girls ran towards the mall, while the boys went towards their stores.
"Okay girl, make over time!" Stella and Bloom pulled Syrin to the virtual fitting, while Flora, Layla, and Tecna looked at jewelry and accessories for their own outfits.
The first dress was a green halter style with a normal back. It had an "x" pattern for it's strap, and x's along the waist and hips, creating a diamond shape cut out, to show her belly button. The dress flowed around her body, with a slit that came just before her knee. With the dress her hair was stylized. Her bangs came out into two points, with a high, fountain style ponytail.
"This is gorgeous." Syrin breathed.
"Yeah, but it's not really you Syrin." Flora frowned.
"She's right. The colour is perfect, but the cut, isn't suited for the type of dancing we've seen you do." Layla commented, causing everyone to laugh.
The light raced up her body again, an this time, a gorgeous ice blue, one shoulder strap top appeared. The dress came down to her knee on the left side, and brushed the floor on the right. This time, only one of Syrin's bangs cut past her face. The left was styled so that it was a series of ringlets. Her mass of hair was all brushed and clipped to the right side of her body
"Now that's better for dancing, but the colour is wrong." Tecna fussed.
"Tec's right. Blue is so not your colour! Next!" Stella cried.
The light once again flashed up her body. This time she wore a pink tank top style dress, which floated around her knees. Her bangs were again in two points, while the rest of her hair was in two long pigtails.
"GAH! NEXT!" Syrin yelled, before anyone could comment.
The next dress was lavender, strapless, and created a long v-neck. The dress was tight against her body, and there was a large slit that went half way up her thighs. Her bangs were wavy on either side of her face, and her hair was curled and piled onto her head.
"Very chic, but not you." Bloom sighed.
They went through hundreds of dresses. Each one of them had something wrong with it. After half an hour the guys walked in, wondering what was taking so long.
"We can't find the right dress. Nothing suits her personality." Flora answered.
The guys watched her try on a few more dresses, and even they found some errors in the dress that made it unsuitable for Syrin.
"That's it. No more." Syrin cried. "This is hopeless!"
"One more dress." Stella said. "Just this one last dress."
Everyone groaned, as the light flashed up Syrin's body. When it came down, their groans turned to "wow's".
The dress was strapless, grape purple, and created a clamshell effect on Syrin's chest. The bodice was like a second skin, but the skirt flared at a beautiful angle, that even if it didn't have the slit that came two inches above her knees, she'd still be able to dance. Around the waist was a red sash/bow, and she had red elbow length, satin, fingerless gloves. Her hair again was two points across her face, except there where red and purple, alternating clips holding the left bang a little more to the side of her face. Her hair was in a high ponytail, but this time, her hair was lower to her head, and her hair fell lower down her back.
"Syrin turn around for a second." Bloom whispered.
As Syrin turned, there was a collective gasp. "Syrin, you have no back! The dress, is backless, until like two inches above your butt." Stella nearly fainted.
"It's perfect. It's gorgeous on you." Flora complimented.
Syrin moved to look into a mirror. She glanced at the guys, even Riven's jaw had dropped. Syrin gave a giggle, and looked at herself. Her eyes widened, and she turned to see every angel. "It's gorgeous." she breathed.
"Syrin, if you don't take that dress. I will!" Stella warned.
"Alright. This is my dress." Syrin smiled. She walked to the counter and picked up a pair of matching purple sandal heels, with a strap around the ankle. "These shoes will be perfect."
Stella paid for the dress and shoes, even though Syrin told her not too, and the group went to the Technology store, to get Syrin her computer. Tecna and Timmy spent 8 minutes to find the perfect one, and once it was bought the gang went to help her decorate her room.
The gang grabbed fabrics, and picture frames; books, and crystals; plants, and posters. The guys helped them carry all the bags. When they passed it, Syrin pulled everyone into a store called Musical Madness. There she bought 3 hundred new C.D.'s, and some posters of artists. She also picked up a custom flute, harp, and a lyre, that her father had promised to send her.
Five hours later, and 30-some bags later, the gang finally made their way to the aircraft. "Do you guys mind if we just haul everything in, and then forget about it until tomorrow?" Syrin asked.
The girls looked at her like she was an angel sent from heaven. "Thank you. I was going to suggest that we leave you to do it on your own." Layla admitted.
"Here girls, we'll help you get everything in, and if you want we can come back tomorrow." Helia offered.
"Really? Thanks guys!" Bloom smiled.
Once everything was in the dorm, the guys said good-bye. When everyone was busy with their own spouse, Riven moved close to Syrin.
"You really did look good in that dress." He murmured stiffly, and left. Syrin blushed deeply. Once all the guys were gone, the girls decided to go to the cafeteria and spend the rest of the day helping Syrin around the school.
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If you guys wish to see some sketches of the dresses, to get a better understanding of what they, and Syrin, look like, just send me a message, and I'll show you.
