The Goths looked a little troubled at Loki's statement until he turned in their direction and said, "Oh, don't worry. I think you're going to like this."
Now it was the rest of the promgoers who seemed worried. "Now, I don't really like to go back on my transformations," said Loki as he made a show of stroking his chin as if he were thinking hard. "I already gave you all nice tans, so I can't make you pale like Goths. I already gave the girls a rainbow of hair colors, so I can't give you hair like Goths. I've already done up the girls' faces, so I can't give you makeup like Goths."
Loki shrugged his shoulders, and everyone relaxed until he turned toward the Goths. "You, in the red," he said, indicating the statuesque, porcelain-skinned beauty who was wearing a Renaissance-styled red-and-black dress, her enlarged breasts threatening to burst out of the bodice, and now had matching candy-apple red hair that reached her ass, "what's your name?"
She gulped, but then recovered and answered, "Gretchen."
"Well, Gretchen, what do you think about what I've done so far?"
"It's incredible!" exclaimed the Goth girl, smiling between her dark red lips. "To see actual magic in action, and to have myself changed -- I mean, my Goddess, now I have the body to go with my height! I have actual curves!"
"Some of your classmates aren't too sure," pointed out Loki.
"Too bad if they can't see how awesome this is," said Gretchen.
"My attitude exactly!" Loki agreed. "So...would you say that you're everything you ever fantasized about?"
Gretchen looked down at herself for a minute, then looked up and said, "No -- not exactly."
"Ah," said Loki. "So what do you wish for?"
Gretchen licked her lips tentatively. "Well...getting them done is kind of expensive, and I have to admit I'm really nervous about the pain, and I don't think my parents would really let me -- but I'd love some piercings and tattoos."
"Whoo!" cheered one of the male Goths. A few of the more conventional students gasped, as if they knew where this was going to end.
"Excellent," said Loki, turning back to face everyone. "That's what I was hoping she'd say." He waved his arms and then thrust them dramatically toward the crowd.
Colorful, magical ink marked everyone's bodies, leaving them with at least a few tattoos. Dragons wound around legs. Flower gardens appeared on upper chests. Tribal designs encircled biceps.
Most of the guys got only a couple of piercings. The ones who merely got a ring through each earlobe breathed a sigh of relief, looking at their friends who now had rings through their lower lip, or two in each eyebrow, or even a ring through each nipple. Some guys stood still, looking around uncomfortably, feeling the sensation of metal through the head of their penis in the form of a Prince Albert.
The girls, though, found themselves bedecked with jewelry aplenty. Most had gotten at least one facial piercing -- a lip, an eyebrow, a ring through one nostril, a horseshoe through the septum, even a barbell through the bridge of the nose. Almost all had gotten at least a couple of extra piercings in each ear; a few now had a line of small rings all the way around the outside. Tongue studs and charms dangling from navels were nearly ubiquitous. Some girls were even dropping the tattered remains of dresses to get a view of the rings or barbells that decorated the nipples of their enlarged breasts; some were exercising their pelvic muscles, feeling the metal through their labia and clitoral hoods.
"Ah, you all look lovely," said Loki, "and, as promised, the Goths look a little less freaky, right? Now, let's see, what else to do..."
A guy right up front, who had given up on his now-undersized tuxedo and was standing shirtless, silver rings through his nipples and a moon-and-stars design on his stomach, yelled, "You haven't done enough yet?!"
Everyone gasped, and turned their attention away from their body modifications to this latest person to challenge Loki.
"Okay," said Loki, "you may be right. I did have just one more thing I wanted to do for you all -- or to you all, as you might have it. But since you think I've done enough, let me give you the choice -- I will leave now and not perform this last transformation. Or you can choose one of the things I've already done and I'll reverse it, but then I'll go ahead with my last one after I do that. I will tell you that it's something that won't affect you physically in the way that everything else has."
The din in the room grew louder, as people started lobbying the guy for their choice, pulling his arm and dragging him back and forth so they could practically yell in his face. Loki kept up a running commentary: "You might make yourself popular with the girls if you gave them back their regular hair, or maybe toned down their makeup. Ooh, but what if my mystery transformation is worse than everything else? You could get rid of the piercings, but then you'd still have the tattoos -- or maybe you think the tattoos are worse than the piercings..."
"Okay, okay, okay!" The guy screamed and threw his hands in the air. The noise quieted. Loki kneeled down in front of the guy, who said, "Okay, here's what I want you to do..."