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As handy as a set of reactive armored skin would be, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t experiencing, well… <span class="mu-r">SPEED WITHDRAWALS.</span> It didn’t really hit you until you tried to do a cartwheel the other day when you were bored in your apartment… you landed square on your neck and blacked out for about an hour or two before waking up in a pool of your own drool.
Thankfully the pain died down to a faint tingling in your toes and fingers. To think you almost called 911! Fuck THAT! No, you explain to no one in particular, you’ve got a need:
A need… for <span class="mu-s">SPEED!</span>
Still not entirely certain how permanent the procedure will be or whether or not any side-effects exist, you nonetheless type out a confident response to your sweaty friend!
‘<span class="mu-i">ya spede me up gurlfren lololol ; 333 see u then</span>’
Pressing the send button without a second thought, you stuff your phone back into your jacket pocket before catching a glimpse of what you’re wearing. Not exactly date material, huh, Ly?
“<span class="mu-r">Hm?</span>”
You said… err, never mind… Feeling an odd feeling well up inside your gut, you shake it off as best you can and start digging through your brother’s jacket pockets!
“<span class="mu-r">Good thing we came prepared, huh, sis?</span>” Asks Nats as you retrieve a <span class="mu-g">SLINKY GREEN DRESS</span> from your pockets! Yea, you smirk, you just hope this thing fits…
“<span class="mu-r">Still nice of Sybil to lend it to us!</span>” Continues your demonic wingwoman as you get busy disrobing. “<span class="mu-r">We might wanna invest in a bigger wardrobe soon, though…</span>”
Time enough for that, you grunt as you kick off your sneakers. Squeezing into the dress, you have a moment of panic as you struggle to zip up, but by some divine providence you manage! Using your cellphone camera as a mirror, you take a few moments to adjust and straighten out the new duds before slipping on some low black heels <span class="mu-i">also</span> shamelessly pilfered from Syb.
You know better than to go for the high heels, that’s for damn sure…
Giving yourself one last once-over, you tie your brother’s jacket around your waist before exiting the stall! Stealing a look at yourself in the mirror, you can’t help but feel a little jittery!
“<span class="mu-r">Wow, sis…</span>” Mutters Nats with a mixture of awe and jealousy in her disembodied voice, “<span class="mu-r">You… you look… well, Talbot’s a lucky guy…</span>”
Damn right he is, you reply with a confident smirk! Kicking the bathroom door open, you send another helpless restaurant patron tumbling to the ground! Oh <span class="mu-s">SHIT!</span>
>CONTD.
