![]() “That’s so cool!” Nat said, peering down into the vat where the laser was making glittering points of light appear and disappear across the facsimiles of their naked bodies. “Was it too hard to just sew a dress together, so you had to 3-d print it onto a silicon mold that, quite frankly, feels like an invasion of privacy?” Heather asked. It’s almost the same material my armor is made out of, with a few tweaks to make it more fabric-like.” “Now, I’m using lasers to superheat microscopic points in a woven pattern across the surface of the silicon to convince the material to grow the way I want it to. “So I had the LCC scan you and made silicon molds of your bodies,” Perry said, pointing into the tank where rubber Heather and Nat were submerged in perry’s armor-growing vat. “We could make the dresses pretty awesome.” “Buuuut,” Perry said, holding up a finger and motioning Heather and Nat over to the massive growing tanks where he was growing their dresses. “Plus your mechsuit would have a hard time dancing.” “Nah, super suits aren’t really a uniform,” Perry said with a shrug. ![]() They both wanted to see Nat in that dress. Perry and Heather shared a glance, the last vestiges of the Elysian spell creating a moment of perfect mutual understanding: “Hey, did you know military dress uniforms are considered acceptable garb to wear to a ball? We could wear our super suits!” “You guys are full of shit,” Nat said before raising the heavy tome of etiquette with a grunt. “Magical ones.” Perry continued with a nod. “Tell me what?” Natalie asked, poking her head into the lab. “Hey, I’m not the bundle of repressed emotions,” Perry said with a shrug. “Ya think?” Heather asked as Perry wiped snot and tears off his shoulder. “So obviously Sophie’s hair is not a good ballgown enhancer.” “Ugh, my eyes are all bloodshot now,” Heather said, dabbing the last of the tears out of her eyes and whipping out a compact to fix her makeup. ![]() ![]() Paradox’s Elysian Enchantment was far too dangerous for the likes of mere mortal…teens. “Okay, the spell is locked in the vault and all mention of it is wiped from the record…now.” Perry said, pressing the ‘confirm’ button. ![]()
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