You reach down and rip the note from the lid of the toilet seat, and hold it in front of you, your long glittery nails coming into full view.
"Good morning, sunshine!
No doubt you've discovered the pretty ensemble that I've put together for you, one that you saw fit to ridicule me for wearing back in high school. I never forgot the horrible things you said to me, and over time I realized that maybe you were a little jealous of how pretty I looked, and always wanted to be a pretty pink poodle girl yourself. Good news, that day has come, cutie!
You're probably a little guilty that you look so much more gorgeous than I did in my outfit, and have already tried to rip it off for some silly reason. I don't want you missing out on how fun it is showing the world how pretty you are, so I attached everything to you with a very special adhesive, one that I've been developing at the university lab for the past several years. The adhesive needs to be dissolved with a special remover, one that I have set aside in a special location for you, a place where you'll be able to show off how pretty you've become!
Here's where the fun begins! As the day goes on, the thick layer of adhesive I’ve applied is going to cure and harden between the outfit and your skin, and it will send tiny little microscopic tendrils into the outfit, filling every nook and cranny of your costume, hair, and makeup with a network of fibers, all amazingly flexible while being stronger than titanium. This makes sure you’ll never be able to ever cut the costume off, I’d hate for you to ruin all my hard work!
The best part about this? The microscopic fibres of the adhesive will also seep down through your skin and into your muscles, and eventually your bones. Don't worry, although there are millions of these tiny strands, they're so thin that your body won't even know they're there. Even as your skin grows and sheds, these tiny strands will stay put in your body, and once the adhesive finally sets... it's there for good! Not even the remover will be able to break it down, you'll get to live the rest of your life looking like a pretty fluffy pink poodle girl! Imagine how jealous everyone will be!
I'm sure that you're excited at that idea, but just in case you'd like to be able to walk around in public ever again without making a scene everywhere you go, I've left the remover in a special location. You'll have to follow my little treasure hunt if you're ever going to find it, the first clue is taped to the door at the end of the hall outside your room.
And if you DON'T want to take that outfit off and change back into your boring old boy clothes, just wait another four hours, and the glue will set permanently, and you'll be the fluffy pink poodle girl that you've always wanted to be... FOREVER!
Hugs and kisses,
K"
Your lower the note, feeling sick and lightheaded, the reality of your situation sinking in. The idea of being trapped in this costume for the rest of your life has made you faint, and you grab the edge of the counter to keep yourself from falling to the floor in shock. The huge pom poms hanging from the hat swing around and bounce against the sides of your face as you stop yourself from falling, and the big breasts bounce merrily under the massive fur collar. You look down over the big collar atop the fake breasts, seeing the crinolines swishing under your skirt, and the bulging cuffs of pink fur wrapped around your heeled boots. No matter where you look, some part of the ridiculous costume makes its way into your vision, and the massive hat weighs heavily on your head, bulging out in all directions with soft sparkly fur.
You know that you need to get out of this outfit, NOW. Again, you rip and pull at all parts of it, but the fact that it refuses to budge at all lends credibility to the note. You remember now, it was Katherine who had worn the costume to school, and you definitely laid into her with enough insults to send her to a therapist for several years. You swallow hard, realizing that she’s spent many years devising this revenge, and you pray you can find a way out of this before the outfit becomes your permanent home.
With only four hours to go, you cautiously make your way through the room, teetering on your heels, and peek out the door. Sure enough, you can see a piece of paper taped to the door at the end of the hall. You figure that you can follow her directions, which will most likely be a gauntlet of embarrassment, or wager that she’s bluffing, and find your own way out of this with the help of a friend.
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