Chapter 8: These jeans are just too tight…
He removed his trousers, then his shirt and then the rest of his clothes. Only the feather in the back of his head had survived Terra's attack.
"Phew. At least this was preserved."
He began changing into his new clothes, picking the yellow and red scarf to place it around his neck. Someone said "Damn." in the cabinet near his. It sounded vaguely like a feminine voice.
As soon as he put his shirt on, he tried fitting into a pair of jeans. They were suffocating his legs, butt and the rest. How could people wear this?
"Damn." Said the mysterious voice again.
He had managed to find a pair of black boots. He put them on and heard "Damn." again. The boots were too tight and he himself said damn, but they eventually fit.
He didn't recognize himself in the mirror. Apart from his makeup, ponytail and feather, the rest was not him. He didn't think he would ever grow used to dressing like this. Anyway, this was temporary.
A woman's hand came from the other cabinet and tried to pull his feather, but it was well tied to his hair. He lowered himself and left the cabinet, offended someone had tried to steal it.
The kicked the cabinet's door open and saw Ultimecia was inside, wearing only a bra and knickers.
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"WHAT THE HECK IS THIS?" she shouted. She screamed- not called; she was too unnerved at the moment – for a salesperson. The people in the queue wondered what was going on inside there.
