Magical Sailor Fuku

muffinstud wrote:David's voice cracks, and sounds a little higher in pitch. The jumpsuit continues to feel tight across his hips, tingly and cold. His rear feels chilly too, and he can feel it getting tight as well. The goose pimples cascade a shiver from his tingly face down to his toes, and his face seems to be all right for the moment. It feels... softer somehow. With his hands there, he can feel the fullness of his lips against his palms... and he can see his fingers are more slender.

Ah... *Feeling the sensations around his face stop, and seeing what's happened to his fingers, David pulls his hands away and looks down at them.* Wow, that's... that's something...

Feramin pulls harder! "Dont wear the suits, you idiots!" He says... as he tries to tear the material off!

The material of the jumpsuit just doesn't seem to budge as Feramin tugs and tries to tear it. With how tightly the suit clings to them, he can see that his arms are losing some of their definition. The rubbing feels like it's trying to go deeper and deeper, making his chest feel tender, sensitive... and prickly. As he gets his invisible massage, he can also feel the skin in his face get tighter, squirm about. All of it actually feels kind of good though, relaxing even. After all, it is just like a deep tissue massage...

A small chill runs down David's spine, sending tingles into his hips. Despite all the shivery feelings that dance through him, he feels a soft warmth start to flow within his chest. Looking down at his hands, they look a little smaller, more dextrous. Something soft brushes against his cheek as he looks... a lock of black hair, almost purple in its sheen.

The air continues to tickle at his hips, and he feels a prickle run down his spine when the air circulates around his chest. It seems to coax and caress rather than pull... but he can feel his chest follow the flow within the jumpsuit. As he speaks, his voice catches in his throat, and the air brushes tenderly against his face. He can actually feel his lips plumping up to its call, among other things.

Marcus' eyes widen as he reaches up to touch his changing face, particularly checking his lips. This was happening... but that didn't mean it didn't feel surreal.

Mm... Wha? *David grabs a bit of his hair and examines it.* Black? Where'd that come from?