"See, I'm the lead singer in this bitchin' all-girl pop-punk band called Roar," Krystal explained, running a hand through her green-dyed hair. "We've got this werebeast theme goin' on. 'Cause, ya know, we're fuckin' lesbian anarchists; hear us roar!" For effect, Krystal held her hands in claw positions and let out a little roar. Meadow giggled a bit; for a "badass bitch," as she proudly termed herself, Krystal sure was adorable sometimes.
"We perform in animal masks," Krystal went on, "and I've been thinking for a while, wouldn't it kick fucking ASS if we were actual beastwomen rockin' the fuck out in front of all those humans, proudly showin' off our fierce fur? Always figured it'd stay a fucking daydream. Then I saw what you did for Meadow." She gestured to Meadow's hairy legs. "Think you can help us live the dream?"
Circe grinned proudly. "Easily. Just bring your bandmates here tomorrow and I'll work my magic on you. Oh, and tell them to bring their masks; I'll need them." Krystal nodded and left with Meadow.
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The next day, five punk girls with animal masks trooped into Circe's Magick Shoppe single file. The first was of course Krystal Brock, who was cradling a wolf mask in her arms.
The next was a tall black girl with pink dreadlocks who was holding a lioness mask. This was Leonette Pryde, Roar's lead guitarist, Krystal's best friend besides Meadow, and professional sarcastic smartass.
After her was lean girl with a shaved head and glittering green eyes carrying a crocodile mask. Almost 95% of her body was coated in tattoos and her outfit and jewlery was covered with spikes. This was Cornelia "Call me Cori or I'll fucking bite your head off!" Diller, Roar's keyboardist and enthusiastic rulebreaker. Cori liked to brag to the girls that she's been arrested twelve times.
Following close behind was a leather-clad, muscular woman even taller than Leonette with a blue mohawk. She was holding a bear mask. It was Ursula Behr, Roar's drummer and Cori's girlfriend. Cool and level-headed, it usually fell on her to fight her bandmates out of all the trouble they got themselves in.
Last in was a short, buxom girl in a midriff-revealing top and ripped shorts who was carrying a vixen mask. Her fiery red hair was streaked with purple dye and cascaded down to her ankles. This girl was Vanessa Reynard, Roar's backup vocalist and tambourine player. She was a colossal flirt and had slept with more girls than her bandmates could count, though her main girlfriend would always be Leonette.
"Cool place," smirked Leonette. "They're bullshitting us with this 'magic' thing, of course, but it sure LOOKS cool."
"Don't say that so loud," Krystal whispered. "Circe might hear you."
"Hello, ladies," said Circe, as if on cue. "Are you ready to begin?"
"We sure are!" chirped Vanessa. "I can't WAIT to be a real foxwoman!"
Circe nodded. "Good. Now, I'll need one of you to step forward with your mask. Who wants to go first?"