Dee Dee almost shrieked in hysterical delight. She covered her mouth and tried to muffle her laughter. Dexter stumbled out of the smoking chamber clumsily and flipped his hair out of his eyes. He adjusted his glasses and looked to Dee Dee.
"What?"
This set her off. She giggled out loud now, all attempts to stop failed. She pointed to him and laughed harder. It was impossible to articulate words.
"What?" Dexter repeated, impatient.
"Look-at-yourself!" Dee Dee gasped before chortling more.
Dexter glanced down briefly and shrugged. Then his icy blue eyes widened and he looked down in horror. "Holy mother of Einstein!" he shouted.
Instead of his normal attire, Dexter was wearing a shorter lab coat and a short purple skirt. His legs were curvy and his feet had loose boots slipped over them, the heels stilettos. He stared at his now bumpy chest and waist, and his waist made a smooth hour-glass-shape. He darted his hands to his hair and tugged on its long length. Its normal straight texture and short length was long and wavy, and dragged into a French braid behind him. He gasped as he took a long feminine stride forward and off the platform.
"Oh my gosh!" Dee Dee cried. "This is great!"
"No! It's not! We're in the middle of a war and I'm a GIRL!" Dexter protested.
"It's funny!" Dee Dee laughed harder.
Dexter collapsed. "Don't let Ben see me like this, PLEASE," he pleaded to no one. "It would be mortifying."
Dee Dee nodded. "It totally would be." Her giggles subsided slowly as the situation sank in.
...But that didn't stop her from taking a quick picture and hiding the camera.