Your girlfriend turned devil seems to jerk in place for a moment, as if struck by lightning. Her eyes going wide as she teeters back. You’re about to race forward to catch her before she catches herself….with her wings?! Just a trick of the light, really. You’re sure of it.
His wings rather; it’s hard to think of your once girlfriend as anything but a male imp looking like this.
The costume is true to life, you imagine. Your girlfriend, with PG-rated nudity, looks like a boy covered in slightly shiny red skin looking ten or eleven. Thankfully, smooth between the legs and nothing on the chest. No belly button either, despite how true to life the costume is otherwise. His feet are raised three toed talons, looking almost like high heels and capped in black nails. Behind him thrashes a tail, long and spaded. The thing is whip like and half as as long as he is, fanning out to a traditional devil’s point at the end. Black bat wings, easily half his length, flutter behind him. He gives you a wicked knowing sneer, an almost cherubic face spoiled by coal black pits for eyes. The entire effect is capped by a wild mop of ebon hair, framed by pointy ears and a pair of long spiked horns, sticking up out of his forehead.
Posing before you, he smirks, “Look honey, I’m a devil!” giggling in a voice that fits his apparent age. “How do I look? Great, right?”
You nod. “Yeah! Amazing babe! I’d think you’re a real devil if I didn’t see you put the costume on.” Humming slightly, you look at the blank patch between his legs. “Guess we won’t be having fun though.”
Your girlfriend cocks his head, confused, as if trying to parse what you’re saying before he laughs in realization. “Oh! Yeah! The costume!” Feeling down. “Don’t worry about it! I’ve got plenty of ideas for other sorts of fun.”
“Oh yeah?” You raise your eyebrow, curious.
“Yeah! It’s no fun if only *one* of us is in costume!” Sounding whinier than normal, and a bit insistent.
Before you have a chance to respond you’ve got a pinkish-red costume thrust into your hands. You didn’t see where your girlfriend got it from. “Ah, hey?! What’s this?”
“Like I said, it’s not fun if only one of us is dressed up. I found a girl devil suit for you. Put it on,” Your girlfriend’s tone only growing more insistent as you dither.
You sigh and….