kei_fic_diginibunoichi5

   "How do we get back?" Yamato asked.
    "I'm not sure yet, but it seems that we'll have to get back by the same way we came, which is through a portal." Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. It sounded easy enough and they were sure Koushiro was smart enough to figure it out. "However, I have neither the means nor the brains to make a time and space portal." Everyone groaned.
     Just then, Taichi sneezed loudly. Mimi and Sora immediately cornered her. "Tai, you"ve caught a cold! Why didn't you take care of yourself?" Sora fussed like a mother hen. "Yes, you better change out of your clothes!" Mimi piped up. "I have just the thing for you!" Taichi began to feel very afraid. "Yamato?" she looked fearfully towards the blonde, "I thought you said they wouldn't dress me up!" she wailed as the two girls dragged her out of the room, followed closely behind by Hikari.
     Approximately an hour later, as everyone was seated around the table, eating (except for Takeru, who had suddenly developed an aversion to pork), Mimi and Sora emerged from the other room, looking pleased and proud. "We've done it again, Mimi!" Sora proclaimed, eyes shining. "Yes Sora, with our incredible sense of fashion, we have done the impossible! Come on out, Tai!"
     "NO!!"
     "Come on Tai, don't be a wuss!" Sora urged, "You should feel good about how you look!"
     "Not when I'm looking like this!"
     "Well, then I guess we'll just have to make you come out." Mimi said, "Hikari, get her out here!"
     Taichi stumbled through the doorway. She quickly turned around to face the one who'd pushed her, "Hikari! You traitor! How could you do this to me!" Silence greeted her back. Nervously, she peered over her shoulder. Everyone took in the unbelievable sight in front of their eyes.
     Taichi was dressed in a tight blue tank top that covered little, showing off the ample cleavage that came with anyone who fell into the Spring of the Drowned Girl. A mini-skirt, indecently short, hugged her hips, and her wild chestnut hair was tamed (with much hair-gel) to fall in a soft halo around her face. Light rouge colored her cheeks and faint eyeliner defined her eyes. A little bit of lipstick had also been applied. Her eyebrows had been plucked until they were a fine line above her large chocolate-brown eyes. Her goggles were gone, and were replaced by a hairpin that kept her hair out of her face on one side of her head.
     The digimon all had similar looks of shock on their faces. The tour guide blinked. Koushiro dropped his chopsticks. Jyou looked like he was about to faint. Takeru was too young, but was impressed nevertheless. "Wow, Taichi-san, you make a really pretty girl!" Tai blushed to the roots of her hair and turned to the member of the group that had not been accounted for.
     Yamato had his mouth open, chopsticks half falling out of his slackened hands, and was staring at her with the strangest expression on his face. Wait, was that blood coming out of his nose? Her attention was diverted as Jyou leaned forward and sniffed experimentally, his eyes closed. He opened them and gave Taichi a quizzical look, "Taichi...are you wearing perfume?!"