| "You must be dressed for the part, pup," Sleeping Panther said, handing me a black box and then handing Will and identical one. "I know that you both are conservative dressers but unfortunately, the members of the triumvirate aren't." 'I don't like the sound of that...' I thought but I nodded and went into the bathroom to change. "Oh and Tasha?" Grandfather called from outside of the door. "Yes?" "Wear your hair loose." "Fine." Sighing, I opened the box and blinked. 'I am sooo not wearing this!' was my first thought and held up a pair of shiny black leather pants that looked about a size too small. A pair of knee high black boots came with it and a black shirt or rather a body suit that came with it that were missing most of the side and had a strip of cloth running down the front and back that somehow snapped closed at the crotch. 'Ok, first things first; figure out to wear a bra with this,' I breathed but found my problem solved by a lacey, black bra at the bottom of the box along with a note. 'Grandfather, you surprise me everyday.' Picking up the note it said, "Don't try underwear. It won't work, pup." "Oh no, I am so wearing underwear," I said out loud but then looked at the pants. No way there were going on if I had anything more than skin on. "When he said save Nivta and Earth, he didn't say I had to do it without and underwear on," I muttered and stripped down, first putting on the body shirt after I figured out how to hook it and then the pants, lacing them up in the front like football pants even though they fit low on the hips. Sliding my feet into the boots and over my pants, I undid the braid in my hair and brushed the kinks out, it falling in a slightly wavy mass to the back of my knees. Pieces fell over my shoulders but I didn't care, it was the price of having hair this long. When I looked up at the mirror, I had to do a double take because I barely recognized myself. I only was five foot one but the boots gave me another inch or so in height. The shiny leather clung to the curves I had hidden since middle school and contrasted against the light mocha of my skin. 'You look like some dominatrix from some cheap Skin-a-max movie,' I thought and I giggled out loud. 'Watch Will at least be wearing clothes. If he is, I will be just a tad angry. Only a tad. Yeah, right.' Folding my street clothes and putting them in the box, I walked out, setting the box on the couch. "Grandfather, why in the name of all that is good am I wearing this?" I asked but then took a look at my elder and blinked, doing another double take. His body still looked as if he was twenty and he showed it off with ease, wearing a tight amber colored t-shirt that was sheer in the front and the back but not on the sleeves. The jeans were black, tucked into sued black boots, and tight although not to the measure that mine were. "As you can see, you are not the only one who has to dress for the occasion," he said lightly, black hair pulled loosely back into a ponytail to accent his amber eyes. "Apparently," I said softly. "It makes me wonder what Will is wearing." "Then turn around and see how ridiculous I look," Will said from behind me. I turned to see the lower half of Will in a pair of white shiny leather pants that looked like he'd been poured into. They laced up the side, giving a glimpse of his thigh before disappearing into white fur knee high boots. White wrist guards were on his forearms and a sash of fur about two inches wide graced his chest from shoulder to hip but that's all he wore on his upper body. His hair was loose in a thick mass of strawberry blond hair that framed his face and intensified his green eyes. We both looked at each other for a moment before bursting out laughing, hands on our stomachs. "We look outrageous!" I gasped, shaking my head. Will chuckled and nodded. "True, but at least you make your outfit look good," he said, smiling and I gave him an embarrassed shrug. "Well...it's all Grandfather's fault. And what happened to all your body hair? IT has died?" "Yep, it started falling off after I transformed. Which is good because I think otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to get into these pants." He ran a finger down the side and the leather stayed true to his skin, never bunching up. "If you two are quite done," Sleeping Panther interrupted, laughing. "We must be off." He tossed us cloaks, Will's white and mine black, both of them high collared, long sleeved, and just above floor length, before picking up his own. "We can't keep the triumvirate waiting." |