Loki blinked, and angrily wiped the spittle from his chin. Then surprised everyone when he laughed.
"I'm a trickster god! What makes you think I don't do that every night!" he explained. Loki then looked thoughtful. "Actually, you have given me one more idea-- one for everyone but you. I have a separate one for you."
Loki looked out at the very nervous faces, many of whom were looking angrily at the young man who'd spoken up. The trickster god made a mental note to keep watch in the parking lot after the prom broke up and see if kid got beat up on his way to his car.
"Although I am certain that none of you will have any trouble getting dates from now on if you put even a TINY amount of effort into it, there will be nights when you find yourselves alone-- so from now all all of you are, and will always remain, flexible enough to pleasure yourselves!" He made a sweeping gesture to the audience and all the students felt their bodies loosen up, as tendons became more flexible, muscles more limber. Confused murmurs rippled across the room, and at least one guy gave into temptation and bent over-- easily placing his head between his legs. Loki repressed a smirk.
He turned to the lone student to not receive his gift-- the young man who had been the most recent to interrupt him.
"Now, since you do not seem to like my gifts, I shall return you to normal," Loki stated, watching the young man carefully. At first the kid seemed relieved. The trickster paused for a bit, until a worried look started to appear on the student's face. "From now on, you shall be a perfectly average man for your age-- in every way possible."
With a dismissive gesture, he made his command come true. Piercings, tattoos, muscles, and everything else he'd added that evening vanished. But, as they left, the young man didn't return to the way he had been before. Instead, an Asian looking young man stood in his place, dressed in rather drab clothes.
"Oh, I forgot-- China has such a large part of the world's population!" Loki added with mock surprise. The young man looked angry and spat out a phase in a foreign tongue. Loki looked at him in amusement. "You only think that you are speaking in English-- and you only understand me because I am willing it so."
Loki looked around at the crowd quickly. Damn! Maybe he had overdone it. The students no longer looked ready to beat up the newly Chinese student. Most of them looked either relieved, sympathetic to the kid, or were simply waiting to see what the last, promised change would be. Plus, he sensed that the chaperons were on their way back. Time to move on.
"Fine, my last change is just to make your clothes fit you better," he stated. Most of the audience now looked relieved. "And by better, I mean in the manner which shows off my works the best!"
With that, the guys' shirts vanished, save for their collars and cuffs, and their pants became skin tight and satiny. In fact, they looked ready to perform on stage as Chippendale dancers.
Meanwhile, the females' were now all clad in form-fitting, silken dresses-- either short or slit all the way to their waists. Only those with the slit-skirts were wearing underwear, and only enough underwear to keep within the law.
"All of the clothes you own and will own now conform to my decree-- you will always dress as to best show off your new bodies, which you shall keep for as long as you live!" he announced, noting that he had just made the whole crowd perpetual recent high school graduates, at least as far as their bodies and everyone not in the room was concerned. "And with that, I bid you good night!"
He quickly strode off the stage, and toward the door. Most of the students quickly backed out of the way. The ones who did not seemed too terrified to move. He paused in front of one of the terrified ones.
"Oh, come on! You know perfectly well you always hated your body," he chided the young man.
"I-, but, the others...," the guy stuttered, his mind racing but not fast enough to process the events of the evening, eyes wide.
"Oh, well, everyone will assume your conditions are perfectly normal," Loki said reassuringly, draping an arm around the young man's muscular shoulders, admiring the tribal tattoo which adorned the man's arms and shoulders. "Or, perhaps, you feel that those who could not attend are unfairly being left out. In which case I commend your community spirit! Very well, EVERYONE in your class now benefits from my modifications!"
Cheerfully, Loki strode out of the ballroom doors. He spied the chaperons returning to the party, and gave them a cocky salute. The adults looked at him, confused, as they suddenly lost height, wrinkles, and other signs of age. In moments, they were all high school freshmen on their way to crash the prom. They still thought of themselves as the adults they had been, but in all other ways they were now freshmen.
Loki smiled and headed off to see what else he could do this fine night.