Your eyes slowly opened to the morning sun pouring through the sheer window curtains. Blair, presently in her cat form, stirred beside you, then stretched and yawned, extending her back as far as her feline anatomy would allow.
"Nya~" she made a content noise after a long night's sleep. In a poof of purple smoke, her human form appeared right in front of you. "I feel sooooooooooooo rested!" She exclaimed, yawning again then stretching her arms toward the ceiling.
You sat up, clenching your eyes shut and looking away. You pressed a pillow over your face and begged in a muffled voice, "Blair! Please! Put some clothes on!"
She hopped up, her D-sized breasts bouncing around with the movement. "Oops! Sorry!" she chimed innocently. Another purple cloud enclosed her body, then dissolved away to expose her body, now clothed in just lacy lingerie.
You sighed and rolled your eyes, slowly rising to your feet. "Nice," you scoffed. "...That's at least better... I guess."
She sniggered and trotted out into the kitchen, chanting her little "pumpkin song". You heard Soul's rection to Blair's showy entrance, and although you couldn't see it, you were sure his face was priceless just then. A small thud followed, then Blair's faint giggling. This was the usual "nosebleed then faint" reaction that came from Soul, whenever triggered by Blair's... uh... "skimpy" choice of apparel.
You laughed out loud and quickly dressed in a poof of smoke, your clothing much less flashy than your sister's, but still cute and presentable, nonetheless.
You walked into the kitchen just as the white haired boy was picking himself off the floor, muttering about how "uncool" he looked when Blair did that.
Maka was making eggs as usual, Blair sitting on the counter next to her complaining that she should make fish instead. While your feline sister was distracted, you waved your hand around in the air, a hazy puff ingulfing her body to cover her in actual clothes rather than just strings and satin.
"There," you said in a tone, smiling. "Now you're 'dressed'." You helped yourself to a plate of eggs and took your seat at the counter.
"Ugh! I'm so glad it's Friday! The weekend is gonna be so cool after such a long week," Soul huffed, a small trail of dry blood still evident under his nose.
"Crap!" you exclaimed. "Friday is today?!" You rushed over to the fridge, where a calander hung by a small, decorative magnet of the smiling moon.
"Yea, today's Friday. Why? What's got you so worked up?" Soul asked in a deep, non-chalant voice. He stuffed a bite of steaming eggs in his mouth.
"That means my date is... today?!" You didn't realize that when Kid had said "this Friday" yesterday, that meant "tomorrow"... which is today!
"OOOH!" Blair squealed and jumped off the counter, just in her lingerie again. "Does my little sissy have a date?" She laughed and made kissy noises, puckering at the air.
"With who?" Soul's Meister queried, her voice interested.
"D-Death the Kid," you grumbled quietly under your breath, blushing at the cheeks.
"Huh?" the three said in unison, leaning closer to hear what you said.
"Death the Kid!" you said in a loud voice, your eyes focused on the tiled floor, the red on your cheeks twice as deep before.
"AWWW, LEXI!!" Blair squished you into her chest, almost suffocating you in the tight bear-hug ~ or "cat-hug", perse. "Does my little Le-Le have a crush?!"
"Ch-choking. C-c-can't...breathe!" You tapped her shoulder and she realeased you, all but exploding with excitement. You pulled deep gasps of air into your lungs, which were now sore, and probably bruised with some internal bleeding.
"OH! I have some perfect tips for you!" she announced and yanked you back to the small room you shared.
"Blair, what are you up to?" you asked, a bit scared, since her "tips" usually consisted of dressing like a "hooker" or whatever.
"MAKE-OVER!" She exclaimed, pulling out a huge box of make-up and other supplies from the gap under the bed.
"Oh, gawd, no..." you groaned, reaching for the door.
She grabbed your wrist before you could turn the brass handle. "Come on!" she cried, scowling at you, "It'll be fun, I promise!"
You sighed at her persistance. "I need to go to school; I'm meeting him at his house after class." You tugged away from her death grip, but you couldn't break loose.
Shock overcame her cat-like features. "Do you think a great make-over can happen in just a minute?! NO!" she yelled, answering herself. "It'll take aaaaaaawlll day long. You, missy, are skipping school." She stood and poked your nose, making it final.
"But K-"
"No 'buts'! You want to look nice and impress Kid, don't you?" She put more of an emphasis on the word 'impress' than you felt comfortable with, but let's face it. You're trying to argue with Blair.
(Minutes before class, at the DWMA)
"Where's Alexus?" Kid asked his weapons while he stood on his tip-toes, straining to scan over the heads of students who crowded the walls.
"Dunno," Liz answered. She was leaning against the wall, keeping a sharp eye on Patty, who was playing with her stuffed giraffe on the floor.
"...Maybe she was too embarrassed after what happened yesterday..." he said to himself, begining to feel remorseful; Liz still overheard, used to Kid whispering his thoughts out loud.
"Maybe she wanted you to feel how she did when you didn't come to school for seven da- *eight* days," Liz corrected herself before he could react with his usual "symmetry rant".
Kid's eyebrows pulled together in a scowl, and he turned around to face the two sisters. "She wouldn't do that!" he argued, flustered. "Besides, she probably didn't even notice my absence."
"That's not the story I heard," Liz informed him, tapping a manicured finger to her chin. "Soul said she asked where you were every day you were gone, and that she seemed pretty worried." She laughed once.
Kid didn't have a chance to question further before Soul and Maka approached, the meister almost ready to Maka-Chop Soul for a comment he had previously made on their way to school about her below-average chest size.
"Heya, Soul! Hiya Maka!" Patty greeted the two, pulling her attention away from the plushie giraffe she was strangling.
"Where's Alexus?" Kid asked, spinning around to question them before they even could say hi. Liz rolled her eyes and pulled out some fingernail polish, bored.
"Back at home," Soul responded, scoffing. "Why? You gonna cancel the date?" He sniggered, flashing his sharp, menacing teeth. "That'd be a shame; Blair'd be giving her a huge 'make-over' for nothing."
Kid looped back around to Liz. "See? I told you she'd neve- Wh-what did you say? Make-over?" he asked Soul, finally hearing what he said. A slight tint of pink came on to Kid's cheeks.
"Yeah, I'd be scared if I were you... who know's what kind of outfit Blair will dress her up in?" Soul warned Kid, who just blushed even deeper and looked at his shoes, his mind conjuring up a mental image that, well, *did* scare him a bit.
Kid mumbled something unintelligible, and shook his head free of that thought, forgetting it entirely.
(Back at Soul & Maka's apartment, where Blair is commencing the make-over)
"Please, Blair, nothing too skimpy or frilly," you pleaded, looking over her shoulder at her sketches of possible outfits. You squinted and pointed to one of the pieces of paper that lay strewn before her. "Not that one," you informed her, eyeing the low-cut top and the cut-off-just-below-the-butt skirt with layers and layers of just lace.
She rolled her eyes. "These are just ideas. Besides, since we are going to use magic to actually make the dress, you can use magic to fix them to your liking."
You flicked her head with your middle finger, snatching the picture she was presently working on out of her hands.
"OW!" she yelped. "What was that for?" She rubbed the sore spot just behind her cat ear.
"A bikini, Blair? *Really*?!"
"Well, you don't know where he's taking you, so you should have back-up plans. I think it's cute!" She shoved the drawing in your face, which you just shooed away.
"Alright, but what about my make-up?"
You and Blair argued about eyeshadow for a good thirty minutes, then spent the rest of the day tossing ideas back and forth for the color, length, and style of your outfit (she talked you into wearing a dress.)
"Just try it on!" she begged, prompting you to slip into her favorite dress of the good half-dozen outfits you created so far.
"Okay..." you sighed. 'Wouldn't hurt just to try,' you thought to yourself.
"Careful! Careful! Don't smudge your make-up!" she yelled in a warning voice, frantically waving her hands by her face. "And - oh - HEY! I JUST got your hair perfect!"
She zipped up the back and flattened out the wrinkles, then quickly worked over your hair, which she claimed you "messed up".
"There!" she said finally after fixing picky little things that - in all honesty - didn't really need to be 'fixed'. You turned around in front of a full-length mirror to get all angles, making sure nothing was too much, or not enough. "You're perfect!" she exclaimed, proud of the work she did (although you helped.)
A broad smile spread across your face... 'Perfect,' you thought.
