Demurring leads to defaulting...

"No," Frita demurs. "I was rather hoping that you might have made up your mind, which might have helped me to make up mine."

"Heh, and here I was hoping that you'd do the same for me..." ex-Astra begins. "This isn't going to be as easy as I had hoped for, is it?"

The two blue skinned winged women try a few more times to talk the other into deciding, coming finally to a decision that whatever they must choose that they THEMSELVES must do so. Oh, it didn't take long but . . .the invisible person here with a vindictive streek has run out of patience (again).

Something he's not in a great supply of, as the now feminized and pixified Frita (formerly Fred) can attest!

The voice interrupts, giving off a brief chuckle that has an edge to it.

"Hm, it seems that we have something of indecisiveness here between the two fairies eh?" the hidden voice sneers. "How unbecoming. While perhaps you both have . . .or had centuries of lifetime ahead of you in your present form I fear I WILL not wait that long. Can't decide then I shall do it for you BOTH!"

Frita freezes in the air, a hovering statue.

"YOU will choose an outfit in the wardrobe," the voice snaps at the protesting (and angered) ex-Astra. "Whatever YOU choose for yourself so shall befall our dear Frita here. And THIS time do NOT dauble, my dear. Believe me you do NOT want to see me choose something for you because I fear you'd NOT like what I may choose!"

1. "Do believe that whatever happens after that you'll be together forevermore afterwards," the voice chuckles. "Happily ever after . . .as the bards say!"

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