Meanwhile, back at the costume rental booth, Grace strikes up a conversation with her neighbor at Lady Laser’s Lolita Lane. “I really should have brought a mannequin or hired a model. They just look like a mess of ruffles on the shelf.” Lady Laser laments.
Grace nods and looks out at the hallways, bustling with people who haven’t yet caught the bouncing bunny disease currently sweeping the artist’s alley. She smiles when she hears the world’s brattiest voice pierce the general hustle and bustle of the con floor.
“Jessica! Walk! Faster! God!” A girl with the “noble grace and bearing” you can only get from a school that costs way too much money tugs a girl who could only be called her lackey through the halls.
“Sally, that hurts!” The lackey moans. Of the two girls, she has the more golden hair, the shorter braid, the cuter glasses, and the slower walk. She’s looking everywhere but at Sally, which is probably a good idea.
Sally, the taller, more confident, more spoiled, and with the long silver braid, is practically pulling Jessica’s arm off. “Hurry up, we have to get to the panels so we can use our VIP badges to cut in line. Otherwise, what’s the point?”
Grace steps out in front of them. “Girls, can I borrow you for a moment?”
Sally is, of course, having none of it. She dodges left to avoid the weird magician lady blocking her path. Grace takes a step back and gets in the way again.
“Excuse you.” Sally splits. “Can I help y-“ Snap!
“Eyes up, mind off.” Both Sally and Jessica stare, transfixed, at the point Grace marked with her snap. Lady Laser can’t look away, either. Grace looks into Sally’s silver (not contacts, insanely expensive surgery) eyes. She takes Sally’s arm, tugs it just so, and Snap! “Sleep.” Her legs immediately give out and she falls forward onto the magician’s shoulder. “Good girl.” She gets her hair pet while she’s walked out of the aisle. Jessica gets to wake up on her own.
“Uh, what are you doing to my friend?” Poor Jessica, can’t even look at the impossibly gorgeous magician who just turned her friend into a rag doll. No, her shoes are much more interesting.
“We just need to borrow her for a little bit. Is that okay? I’ll even let you take anything you want from my stall.”
“Can I take Sally?”
Grace smiles at Lady Laser. “How do you feel about a walking billboard or two?”
“What are you two talking about?” Jessica stomps her foot and crosses her arms. Look at her, she’s worked up the courage to glare at Lady Laser’s neck and Grace’s belly button.
Snap! “Stiff as a board!” Grace barks to Sally, who promptly obeys and is leaned up against one of the costume racks. “You see, dear.” Big smile at Jessica. “We were going to use your friend as a mannequin to drum up business for Lady Laser here. But if you’d like to dress up with her and show off her designs on the convention floor, I think that could be arranged. I’d even give you the keys to your friend’s head. You look like you’d like to make some decisions for once.”
“Well, maybe a little.”
“Good girl.” Jessica gets a pat on the head. “Go fetch your friend and we’ll get you dressed up.”
Jessica is in the middle of trying to figure out how to pick up her stiff friend when another snap demands her attention. Both girls stare helplessly at Grace’s swinging, shining crystal. “There we go. Nice, deep breaths. I’m just gonna hypnotize you two a little bit and you’re gonna love it~! Good girls say ‘Yes, Princess.’”
“Yes, Princess.” Jessica and Sally say in blissful unison. Their eyes lit by Princess’s crystal and their heads blissful and blank.
“Good girls. It feels good to be good. Good girls repeat after me.”
“It feels good to be good~” Look at them leaning against each other with big, empty smiles on their faces.
“Okay!” Grace claps and reveals her crystal again. “You two are magical girls, sent to battle a mysterious evil that is present at this convention! But you’re still in your plain clothes! Let’s get a good ‘Princess Power Make Up!’ so you two can transform and fight crime!”
“Princess Power Make Up!” They giggle in unison. Such good girls.
“Lady Laser, if you please.” Grace waves her booth neighbor over, who obliges with two of her frilliest, least practical dresses. Sally is first- she gets led into the changing booth and comes out dressed as the least mobile maid you could imagine. Finely polished black high heels. Countless layers of petticoats. Big hoop skirt. Fine black silk on top. A white apron with a big pink heart and “Lady Laser’s Lolita Lane” written around it. Poofy shoulders. Long white gloves. Grace completes the ensemble with a feather duster and some black lipstick. She plucks a big, curly black wig off her own rack and swaps it out for Sally’s hair. “I’ll hold onto this for you.” Grace winks, settling Sally’s long silver braid on a wig head.
Grace snaps her fingers and beckons silly, hypnotized Jessica over. She takes the other outfit and guides her into the changing booth. Jessica gets a much more colorful treatment. She gets a lot of pink! Pink high heeled platform shoes, stockings with hearts all the way up, a pinker, frillier, poofier dress than Sally ever got, including a bunch of hearts made out of frills, and that’s not even counting her long, shimmering sleeves and gloves. Grace paints her lips a sweet pink, some hearts on her cheeks, and gets her a long pink wig with a huge ol’ bow on top. She gets a golden scepter with a pink plastic heart gem on top. It even lights up!
“There we go! Good girls. You, Jessie, are Lady Love! With your mighty scepter, you can bring the power of love into anyone’s life! But, sadly, the evil has corrupted your staff, and now it just creates lust wherever you go! Hope you figure it out in time before you and everyone else just get too horny to function~!” Jessica presses the staff against the front of her dress and moans a little~
“And you, Sally, are the Masked Meido.” Grace produces a flimsy little black mask that covers about an inch around her eyes and sticks it on Sally. “You are going to be the first to fall under Lady Love’s spell. You’ll be your usual self until Lady Love works on you. You’ll be such a good little maid, so eager to impress her. I know you’d do anything to make sure Lady Love succeeds in her mission~!”
Both girls nod and accept their mission. They look so happy!
The Masked Meido blinks her eyes open. She doesn’t waste any time crossing her (extremely dressed up) arms and scoffing. “Ugh, can we go?”
Lady Love giggles. “That’s not the kind of attitude I expect from my maids, dear~!” She playfully taps the maid’s forehead with her scepter. The cheap pink LED inside flashes, and silly Sally’s silver eyes flash to match.
An involuntary moan escapes her black lips. “Sorry, Lady Love~!” She pants.
“Because you love to serve~!” Lady Love bops her maid again and ventures off into the con floor.
“I love to serve~!” The maid’s thighs clench together before she dutifully trots after her lady.
And so, both magical girls run off to go kiss and fight evil or whatever!