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Left; right; side to side, up, down, and to the right. Lenore took the steps one by one, avoiding Black's punches one after the next. Duck beneath, strike out with a foot. Lean to the right, lean to the left. Avoid the star. Strike with your right hand. Her finger brushed past his distinctive black coat, catching just a tiny piece of it in her grip.
He struck at her; she frowned and avoided the blow, temporarily losing her hold on the cloth. She replaced it when she moved between his legs to avoid his kick, her arm sliding up between her legs. The surprise on his face showed when her arm failed to hit anything important. It was foolish of him.
She'd already turned his distinctive B into a G, after all.
"Glittering Dress Girl," she murmured into his ear. "Are you sure you aren't ready to come to my tea party?"
His mouth opened and closed, feminine squeaks coming out as he took a step on one feminine thigh, and then the other. There was nothing for them to squeeze; no trace of manhood for them to make uncomfortable, as she slid to the ground, her legs spreading further apart. Lenore removed her arm to prevent it from being crushed.
"I…" Glitter stopped after that, just listening to her voice resound through the empty night. She didn't seem to know what to say next. Her once black shirt was a pale blue, its cloth slowly connecting to his pants as new threads were spun between the sets of cloth. It truly did glitter in the faint streetlight; it was quite pretty as far as Lenore was concerned.
"It'll be a nice tea party," Lenore told Glitter, whispering in the former boys ear. Glitter nodded back, her head growing heavy with the increase of hair; there was a boy on her head, holding it all nice and pretty in a small tail leading down her back, to the larger bottom. She seemed preoccupied with the fact that she had breasts, their forms giving the G on her dress a gentle curve.
"It'll be very nice," Lenore added.
"Very nice," Glitter whispered back. She looked up into Lenore's face, reaching out and gripping a strand of blond hair. She held it as if she intended to tug, for a moment, and then let it go. "What was my name again?"
"Glitter," whispered Lenore. "Your name is Glittering Dress Girl. But I call you glitter; and you love to come to my tea parties…"
"I love… to… that feels wrong." She shuddered. "Very wrong."
"It won't," Lenore whispered, conjuring a kettle. She poured a tea cup of it, putting it in Glitter's hands, and motioning for her to drink. "Everything will feel normal once you have your drink. All my guests feel wonderful after they've had my drink, and none of them understand why they would have ever refused my invitation in the first place."
"Because tea parties are girly," muttered Glitter. She stared into the amber liquid, in the pink cup, as Lenore gestured for her to drink.
"Why aren't you wearing a dress like me?" she asked, staring at the black fitted pants the girl had on; but she was wrong, it seemed. Lenore was wearing a fluffy black outfit, frilled with puffs of silk that flowed down her body in a delicate loli goth design.
"Drink," whispered Lenore, smiling wider.
Glitter stared at the cup; and she drank.
He struck at her; she frowned and avoided the blow, temporarily losing her hold on the cloth. She replaced it when she moved between his legs to avoid his kick, her arm sliding up between her legs. The surprise on his face showed when her arm failed to hit anything important. It was foolish of him.
She'd already turned his distinctive B into a G, after all.
"Glittering Dress Girl," she murmured into his ear. "Are you sure you aren't ready to come to my tea party?"
His mouth opened and closed, feminine squeaks coming out as he took a step on one feminine thigh, and then the other. There was nothing for them to squeeze; no trace of manhood for them to make uncomfortable, as she slid to the ground, her legs spreading further apart. Lenore removed her arm to prevent it from being crushed.
"I…" Glitter stopped after that, just listening to her voice resound through the empty night. She didn't seem to know what to say next. Her once black shirt was a pale blue, its cloth slowly connecting to his pants as new threads were spun between the sets of cloth. It truly did glitter in the faint streetlight; it was quite pretty as far as Lenore was concerned.
"It'll be a nice tea party," Lenore told Glitter, whispering in the former boys ear. Glitter nodded back, her head growing heavy with the increase of hair; there was a boy on her head, holding it all nice and pretty in a small tail leading down her back, to the larger bottom. She seemed preoccupied with the fact that she had breasts, their forms giving the G on her dress a gentle curve.
"It'll be very nice," Lenore added.
"Very nice," Glitter whispered back. She looked up into Lenore's face, reaching out and gripping a strand of blond hair. She held it as if she intended to tug, for a moment, and then let it go. "What was my name again?"
"Glitter," whispered Lenore. "Your name is Glittering Dress Girl. But I call you glitter; and you love to come to my tea parties…"
"I love… to… that feels wrong." She shuddered. "Very wrong."
"It won't," Lenore whispered, conjuring a kettle. She poured a tea cup of it, putting it in Glitter's hands, and motioning for her to drink. "Everything will feel normal once you have your drink. All my guests feel wonderful after they've had my drink, and none of them understand why they would have ever refused my invitation in the first place."
"Because tea parties are girly," muttered Glitter. She stared into the amber liquid, in the pink cup, as Lenore gestured for her to drink.
"Why aren't you wearing a dress like me?" she asked, staring at the black fitted pants the girl had on; but she was wrong, it seemed. Lenore was wearing a fluffy black outfit, frilled with puffs of silk that flowed down her body in a delicate loli goth design.
"Drink," whispered Lenore, smiling wider.
Glitter stared at the cup; and she drank.
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Man should've of studied TG' s long ago. Hmmmm.....