“Ack!” cackled Hazel in an old, withered voice. “What in the name of Hecate happened to all our clothes?”
She looked around at the motley group of monsters standing in the ruined, decaying entry hall of the house. Morgana Von Crest was dressed like some mundane, middle-aged man. Reginald was in hybrid wolfman form, but seemed to be wearing the ridiculously too tight clothing of a preteen girl. Likewise, The Monster was wearing the tattered remains of some womens clothing as well. He even had on a lacy bra and some flowery, cotton panties that barely fit him. Hazel shuddered, seeing the large, swollen, masculine bulge apparent in the panties showing through a few rips in The Monster's badly torn khaki shorts. She thought of him as a son and hated the humiliating sight of him dressed up as a woman.
“Oh, me oh my!” she exclaimed. “My dearies, it's me, too!”
Hazel looked down at herself with disgust. For some reason she was dressed in a dirty t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans, as though she were some mundane, adolescent boy.
“Now this absolutely will not do!” snapped Hazel. “Now what if the Master were to see us like this?”
Hazel waved her gnarled, wrinkled, green hands about in the air and magically the clothing of the four monsters morphed and changed into something more appropriate.
Morgana was now clad in an extremely tight, floor-length black gown that accentuated her wasp-like waist. The plunging, low neckline generously displayed her the heavy, pale, perfectly rounded orbs on her chest.
“Zhank you Hazel,” purred Morgana in a sultry voice. “For a moment, I vas not veeling myself.”
Reginald's clothing disappeared completely, save for a tattered pair of dark blue, men's trousers wrapped like a loincloth about his waist.
Reginald growled happily at Hazel.
The Monster's clothing now matched his patchwork body parts. He wore a huge, gray sweater under a hand-sewn jacket with sleeves of slightly different colors (and lengths). His dark, brown pants barely fit him, ending several inches from the tops of his heavy, black boots.
He managed a weak smile on his dull, stupid face and moaned happily at Hazel.
As for Hazel, she now wore a plain black dress that hung down to just below the knees, red and white stripped stockings, and a pair of pointy-toed, black shoes with dull, silver buckles.
“Much better!” cackled Hazel, laughing madly. “Oops, and just in time it seems! I sense someone else is approaching. Ready my pets! Get ready! We shall soon have visitors! BWAH-HA-ha-ha-ha!”