"Can we go home now?" Casey sighed.
"What? And waste all that effort?" Tim scowled up at his suddenly-taller friend. However, his expression evened out as he came up with an idea. "We look like two cute guys wearing their grandfather's clothes. We need to go to the mall and get something that maximizes our assets," Tim grinned as he shoved his female school uniform into his backpack.
"You never said anything about going around like this in public!" Casey gaped, but he could already tell that Tim had already made up his mind. As usual, Casey ended up tagging along.
Although the clothes were uncomfortable, and rather itchy from being stored for ages, the two finally made it to the mall. Although Tim sauntered about like he didn't have a care in the world, Casey worriedly scanned the area, scared they would run into someone they knew.
"Hey girls, how's it going?" Tim called out to two teenage girls who were passing. The two girls tittered at the oddly dressed boys and kept walking, although their gazes lingered a bit longer on Casey, which caused Tim to turn to him with a glare, just in time to feel a well-placed elbow hit his ribs.
"What the heck are you doing?" Casey growled frantically. "What happens if-"
"Ugh, relax," Tim winced. "What happens if someone thinks two girls magically turned into two guys?" Casey frowned, but he had to admit it sounded a bit ridiculous. Still, he felt nervous for some reason. "Just think, no one knows who we are, we can do anything!" Tim smiled eagerly. However, that statement brought something new to Casey's mind.
"Yeah, we have no ID either, except our real ones. We can't get caught like this," Casey glowered, and Tim's grin fell, acknowledging the problem.
"We could get fake-" Tim started.
"NO way! If we get caught with fake stuff it'll be worse! At least for now we can say we forgot it at home, I mean, we still look like students," Casey lectured.
"Fiiiine," Tim pouted, but then grinned as he saw the department store. "C'mon, time to get stylin'!"
Although Casey just wanted to get some basic clothes, Tim insisted they buy outfits that made them look more handsome. Casey, as usual, went along, until Tim dragged him to the underwear section. Blushing, Casey grabbed a pack of boxers.
"What a waste," Tim rolled his eyes, and picked up a pack of tight-fitting briefs. After using the fitting-room to change into their new outfits, Casey and Tim walked out of the store looking like two average, but quite attractive, high school boys.
"Can we go home now?" Casey asked again, but this time with a rather uncomfortable look on his face.
"Why so soon?" Tim brushed him off, but Casey grabbed his arm.
"I gotta...you know...and I'm not doing it like this in a mall bathroom with a bunch of guys!" Casey whispered roughly in Tim's ear.
"Oh, don't be such a baby," Tim frowned as Casey glared back.