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Initiation.

That horrible time when some prank is pulled on you, or when you have to do something to be accepted by the group, the group that you so desperately want to join. Because, let's face it, if you didn't, would you traduce yourself like this? Walking around like Twirling Ballerina Barbie?

That's what Greg was doing right now, spending the day just like Barbie during her first non-existent performance of the Nutcracker. That's what a tutu was, after all, a nut cracker.

He could have just stayed a lab rat, with his DNA samples and the like… but no, he wanted to be a part of something bigger, get out in the world. And now he was reduced to walking around in a tutu all day. Damn life.