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Dante had been listening to his usual rock as he left the mall, still holding the bottle of nail polish he'd bought from the little hole-in-the-wall shop. He didn't really know why he'd bought it, for one thing he wasn't really into black nail polish, and on the other hand he wasn't into painting his nails... However, the little sales girl in the mask seemed insistent that he needed the tincture of ink, and frankly she made him a really good offer... for... something he wouldn't have bought... he grumbled thinking he'd gotten hustled... As he walked though, he noticed his headphones were acting up. They were buzzing a bit, the music becoming oddly warped and distorted as his hair began to grow out.

He kept walking, barely aware that the headset was feeling loose against his head... was the latch on his headset busted and coming loose? Was his head shrinking? Was... was he wearing black nail polish? He'd caught sight of his hand and each nail had clearly been painted a nearly-black, dark purple... Not to mention how his hand was looking more slender than before. He fidgeted a bit, trying to pull up his jeans as his belt became more elemental... actually... his pants tightened suddenly, making the belt a moot point. He groaned as the changes to his lower half wasn't quite done, moaning until a sudden 'pop' left her gasping. She blinked a few times, letting her headphones slip to her shoulders as edgy emo music rang out over the headset speakers.

What... what had she been doing?

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Dante had been listening to his usual rock as he left the mall, still holding the bottle of nail polish he'd bought from the little hole-in-the-wall shop. He didn't really know why he'd bought it, for one thing he wasn't really into black nail polish, and on the other hand he wasn't into painting his nails... However, the little sales girl in the mask seemed insistent that he needed the tincture of ink, and frankly she made him a really good offer... for... something he wouldn't have bought... he grumbled thinking he'd gotten hustled... As he walked though, he noticed his headphones were acting up. They were buzzing a bit, the music becoming oddly warped and distorted as his hair began to grow out.

He kept walking, barely aware that the headset was feeling loose against his head... was the latch on his headset busted and coming loose? Was his head shrinking? Was... was he wearing black nail polish? He'd caught sight of his hand and each nail had clearly been painted a nearly-black, dark purple... Not to mention how his hand was looking more slender than before. He fidgeted a bit, trying to pull up his jeans as his belt became more elemental... actually... his pants tightened suddenly, making the belt a moot point. He groaned as the changes to his lower half wasn't quite done, moaning until a sudden 'pop' left her gasping. She blinked a few times, letting her headphones slip to her shoulders as edgy emo music rang out over the headset speakers.

What... what had she been doing?

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