Mary felt stiff. At first that was hard to figure why that was, but than she realized it was because of the tight Rainbow hobble skirt she was wearing, which morphed out of the rainbow colored skirt. Her bright heels soon became fabulous pumps, and his short was rapidly reformed into a faux pleather, yet fully skintight and reflective rainbow garb. Arm length rainbow opera gloves coated her arms and even multicolored makeup soon found itself on her feminine face.
As she got up and her personality and mental state as completely rewritten, she questioned why she ever resisted or tried to run. Mary felt absolutely fabulous! A non-lethal cigarette holder appeared in her hands, and as she smoked whatever steamy concoction was inside, rainbow smoke billowed out as she sashayed towards Mark's former friends. Soon they'd be Mary's new contour models and wasp Rainbow giddyups.
