Wherever John went, the Imp would follow. Girls of all shapes and sizes regardless of what they wore soon found themselves in rainbow body stockings, either underneath their clothes or replacing them entirely, some becoming elastic versions of their own outfits.
"Why are you running Johnny? Don't you like my fashions, everyone must wear Rainbow socks!" Carry said.
"It's true JohnJohn, Rainbow Rocks! It's the only way to be."
Voices called out to him, as he ran up the stairs and narrowly avoided everyone chasing him. He found a broom closet. "If I don't go anywhere the Imp cannot change anyone right? I'll just have to stay in here to protect everybody."
The Imp appeared in front of him and smiled evilly. "You're wrong about that tho. Wherever you go I follow, so there's only going to be one I can change."
It took a moment for John to grasp the Imp's full words. Before than it was too late. "Wait DON'T- Make. My clothes. Less. Rainbowy."
His bottom to his neck up was now rainbow sock'd. And he loved it.
