Omake: Tamaki's Sudden Makeover (written by Omgitstabi)

"Eh? Whats this?" Tamaki had no idea what the hell was going on, but like hell he was going to back up with three big ass brits in front of him. "You fuckers wanna fight or something?"

None of them say anything, which was probably what clued him in on their intentions. Probably not good, given all three were big bastards, all hard muscle. The young man didn't like his chances, but as a full blooded Japanese, he couldn't very well just back down!

One of the Brits lunged for him. Tamaki had anticipated that and leaped away, hands parrying a punch from the darker skinned guy. One of the meatheads grabbed him by the shirt and tried to haul him bodily over, but he twisted like so and landed a nice hook into the asshole's face. Years of brawling with his bare fists in his formative years and gang running had given Tamaki a decent set of skills in hand to hand. But as the fight wore on, it was clear he was going to lose this.

Tamaki was breathing hard, his breath coming in gasps and wheezes as he fought valiantly. But these three steroid-fueled muscle heads were just too damn tough! And too damn big! He let out a roar of defiance as a pair of thick arms wrapped around his chest and another big meaty hand grabbed him by the legs. He was a wildcat at that point, elbowing the fucker grabbing him from behind in the side of the head and getting at least one good kick into the black dude's face.

Next thing he knew, he was tied down, ass on the ground and three Brits looming over him.

"I'll never fuckin' talk! Y'hear me?!" He tried to scream, only for a ballgag to be shoved into his mouth. Tears of embarrassment and disgust threatened to drop, but Tamaki desperately willed them away despite the flush creeping up his neck. "What the fuck is this you assholes!" He tried to say.

Scissors, a razor, and a comb appeared in one man's hand. Conditioner, mousse, and makeup was pulled out of nowhere and shoved into his face. To Tamaki's mounting confusion the black man was sporting a goatee and a handheld camcorder.

He tried to struggle, to make it as hard as it was for them to do whatever they were trying to do. But his stache was shaved off, his face becoming unnaturally smooth. His hair was styled, eyes made up, even his hairline touched up.

They stripped him bare, tearing off his Black Knights uniform without even breaking it. All his hairs on his body just... disappeared. Tamaki shrieked through the ballgag, but his tormentors paid him no mind as they dressed him back up in tight clothing that seemed to just... conform to his body. Too snug! Way too snug! What the hell?

"Fucking pervs!" He tried to yell, but only muffled noises and drool dribbled out. His red face flushed deeper as he realized all the touching and how sensitive his body became in the skintight body suit was making him hard.

Thankfully, the three Brits didn't seem to notice or care. The young Japanese man didn't know if that was a good thing or not.

And then they stopped. Tamaki found a mirror in front of him and his breath was taken away. A different person stared back at him, a cute confused girl that he just wanted to hug and protect. And maybe ask out, seduce, and then fuck... wait was that him?!

That seemed to be the cue for his captors. Everything was packed away, the ballgag removed, his hands untied and the three Brits stare at him quietly as though judging him. They nodded to him, to each other, and then left.

Tamaki sat there, confused, trying to comprehend what had happened. He stumbled out of the alleyway, blinking blearily as he tried to hurry back to base. Hopefully, no one would see him and he can get to his room and undo the shit done to him.