Self- Discovery 101
Act One:
Pretty Pretty Princess…
Men?
By: Kidria and Celos
He knew too well that is was a bad idea. That and no way he was going to do this sane.
"No," Marzinquan said. "I refuse."
"C'mon," Celos poked him. "Just this once."
Daleth glared. "Royal orders or not, no way!"
Kidria blinked. "Why not? You might even enjoy it."
"Kidria!!" four angry men yelled.
She didn't even flinch. "Well you might. Tak doesn't seem to mind."
"I think Takmir likes the idea." Vunebent muttered.
"What was that?" Takmir asked from his corner, glaring dangerously.
"Uh, nothing…"
Taea looked at Daleth square in the eye. "Daleth you do this…or else."
Daleth's eyes challenged her. "Or else what?"
"I'll knock you out, strip you down and leave you in that little hellhole we like to call the Eldieme Necropolis."
Daleth was silent for a few minutes.
"…So what's my disguise?" he said finally.
Kidria pulled out the shimmering garment. "I picked it just for you!" she grinned almost evilly.
"AHHHRRGGG!!"
"Aww, Dalia, you look so pretty!" Kidria laughed.
Daleth threw his heeled boot at her.
"Stop it." He grumbled, blue dress shimmering in the faint light.
Celos dragged out her two friends as Takmir and Vunebent emerged. Ithuthus muttered curses under his breath, picking at his rather red mage-ish red gown, shifting in his red high heels and feeling so incredibly wrong in a stuffed push-up bra.
Marzinquan loudly cursed as Celos straightened his simple spaghetti strap black dress, then he glared murderously as she perked his new chest. He had a very strong urge to just reach out and wring her neck.
Takmir posed in front of the mirror in his white-blue dress, thoroughly disturbing his companions.
"Oh yeah, even as a chick, I look better than you guys." He said to his reflection.
Celos smirked while Taea and Kidria out right giggled at Takmir's antics. Daleth looked disgusted while Ithuthus threw his hands in the air and moaned, "I am not an active or willing participant, Altana, I swear!"
Marzinquan merely sulked in his corner; occasionally tossing death glares at the girls.
Vunebent, to everyone's surprise, moved up next to Takmir and began to adjust his wig, at which Takmir glared at him and hollered, "Get away from my mirror!"
And the girls dissolved in gales of laughter.
Authors' notes: Special thanks to our LS buddies, who don't mind TOO much on our little "exposure" of them. If you see them running around on the Shiva server, please understand that their answer will always be, "Was not a willing/active participate of this abuse to males." and that they probably didn't enjoy this fic as much as we did. =P