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Prompt #3: Assets - Liz snickered at her embarrassment. "You got 'em, so flaunt 'em!"

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Maka watched in horror as Liz Thompson tore through her dresser drawers and closet with the delicacy of an F-5 tornado. What the Demon Pistol called a "fashion intervention" was what Maka classified as "most of her wardrobe being tossed into the donation or burn pile." There were only a few articles of clothing that survived the purge, and they were the few tanktops and shorts that she saved for lounging around the apartment.

"Now we go out and totally pimp out your style," Liz announced once she finished.

"What style?" Maka squeaked, still in shock from the annihilation. "You've thrown out all my clothes."

"Your new sexy style that will bring all the boys to your yard. Now come on." Maka started to balk, but Liz just clamped one hand on her wrist and pulled her along like a child dragging a rag doll. "Trust me, you're gonna knock 'em dead when I'm done making you over."

So Maka was subjected to being dragged through the mall and stuffed into every type of outfit known to womankind. After a while she resigned herself to the mission and stopped complaining. She even got into the spirit and tried out a few outfits of her own.

"I'm so proud of you," Liz said in a trembling voice, her fingers touching her cheeks as she beamed at Maka like a proud mother. "You've finally embraced that oldest and proudest rule of womanhood."

"Lemme guess. Always shop using your guy's limitless credit card?" Maka asked tiredly, silently cursing Kidd for letting Liz anywhere near that damn black card.

"Nope, an even older tradition," the taller girl stated. "When you got 'em..." She flagrantly cupped her own boobs and then slapped her rear, winking saucily as Maka's cheeks flushed in embarrassment. "You gotta flaunt 'em!"

"And why does this suddenly require a complete overhaul on my wardrobe?"

"Because I'll be damned if you don't get laid simply because you can't dress to show off the goods." With that declaration, she threw another set of clothes at the meister and said, "Now here. Try these on and lemme see how they look."

Soul almost choked on his tea when Maka stomped into the apartment around dinnertime, hauling seven enormous shopping bags and wearing a completely different outfit. The midriff-baring crop top was something in itself, but coupled with the ripped white jean shorts, the beaded belt knotted at her waist, and her knee-high black leather boots, the Maka standing in the living room was an altogether different sort of Maka.

For one thing, she was actually sexy-looking. The top hung loose, but it was tight enough to showcase the modest breasts that she always managed to hide beneath sweaters and trench coats. The shorts showed off her shapely legs and butt, and the colorful belt drew attention to her waist and the cream-colored strip of skin exposed by the crop top's short hem. The boots had enough heel to really boost her figure and had small buckles around her ankles.

"Liz," she bit out shortly by way of explanation. "She came over, threw out all my clothes and took me shopping."

He didn't have time to be embarrassed when his mouth said, "Remind me to thank her."

Maka's eyes narrowed angrily, but when he didn't follow up with a teasing remark, a faint red flushed across her cheeks. "I must l-l-look ridiculous," she stammered.

"Trust me, you don't." Soul let his eyes drag over her body once, showing his appreciation with a wide toothy smile. "What prompted this makeover?"

Her face color darkened to match the shell of a boiled lobster. "Sh-sh-she said I'd never g-g-get laid if I didn't sh-show off my...my g-g-g-goods." The words were barely understandable, she was so mortified.

"...And you didn't tell her off?"

"Shut up!" Maka screeched, grabbing a pillow from the sofa and chucking it at his head. "As if I'm thinking about that sort of thing!" she said, picking up her bags and heading for her room. Soul couldn't help staring at her rear as she strutted out.

Damn, I gotta thank Liz for finally nixing the skirts. Now those horny jerks at school can't catch a panty flash.

Hahaha! This was fun to write!

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