The Changing of the Guard

"Well... maybe, but I don't know..." Fred began.

"Just give it to me!" she commanded.

With that, Fred drew the sword and handed it to her, hilt forward. He meekly smiled and said, "I'm sorry," before dropping his eye before her gaze.

"It's bad enough that I have to walk around naked, but I don't need you acting like an idiot. Now follow me, let's get out of this mess." She started down the tunnel, and Fred, obediently, went after her. The tunnel was beginning to dim, when they came across a door. Exotica purposefully openned the door, and walked through. "Let's see where this leads. Come on, Fred, don't lag behind," she said.

Once again, Fred followed, and was quite happy that he did. Inside was a room completly full of clothing. All shapes, sizes and styles were in giant piles everywhere. Exotica, too, was happy. No longer would she have to walk around naked in these cold dark tunnels. She picked out some mens pants that would fit her (if tied around the waist), some boots and a jerkin. Donning these, she looked over at Fred and saw that he had stripped himself of his armour, and was now wearing a pink gown and women's slippers (although, where he found some in his size, she didn't know). She snickered at how awkward he looked in the women's clothes. "Fred, what are you doing?" she asked.

"I couldn't take walking around in that ugly, clunky armour anymore," he answered. "I saw this dress and just had to try it on. After all, pink is my favorite colour!"

Just then...

1. ...they heard a maniacle laughter from somewhere in the room.
2. ...Exotica had an evil thought.
3. ...there was a flash of light, and they were no longer in the same room.

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