"Our first award tonight is for-- The Shyest Guy and Shyest Girl!" Loki announced with a flair. He glanced at the pair of names.
'How boring,' he thought, seeing a pair of extremely common names. Well, that was easily remedied. He gave the couple new, more interesting names, and changed history so they had always had the new names.
"Aaaand, the winners are: Damien and Lucretia!" he continued. A young man hesitantly separated himself from the far wall and began walking, as if to his execution, toward the stage. Almost unseen, a young woman seemed to materialize behind him, as if hoping he would somehow shield her. The pair slowly mounted the stage. Loki wrapped his arms around the pair.
"So, how are you two enjoying this event?" he casually asked.
The young man, a pair of gold earrings in his ears, two gold rings in each eyebrow, and one on his lower lip, swallowed hard, paled, and moved his mouth without any sound coming out. The girl, with bright red hair cascading down past her waist, a row of piercings in each ear, a ring in her left nostril, and a ball gown which had given up on containing her cleavage, looked about to throw up.
Silently, the boy thought she might have the right idea.
Loki turned to him.
"Please, speak up! Always feel free to speak you mind! Express yourself."
The young man's eyes bulged as he felt the need to always say exactly what he thought take hold. With a sinking feeling, he realized that the change was probably permanent.
"It's fucking terrifying! But, what a rush! I've never felt so alive!" he heard himself answer, realizing as he spoke that it all was true. "I've never had the nerve to get any piercings, tattoos, or anything like that!"
He pulled open his mostly shredded shirt, revealing a colorful, geometric pattern of Celtic style knot-work inked around his shoulders and down the his upper arms. Turning, he revealed that it when down his back-- tapering off the lower it went.
"And these muscles are great, and so's the tan!"
"Is there anything more you'd like?" asked Loki, beaming as if he already knew the answer.
"Well, I'd like perfect eyesight, more interesting hair-- not this boring, lifeless brown. Maybe red like hers, and there is this one piercing I heard about. I think it is called an apadravya-- it goes through the head of a guy's dick and out the other side. Top to bottom?"
"Yes, I am aware of that one," Loki smirked, as many guys in the crowd winced. "Hmmm..."
Loki gestured, sweeping his hand up the young man's body. Damien's eyes went wide as a pair of contact lens shot out, and his hair fell out. Bright red dreadlocks snaked out of his head, flowing nearly to his shoulders.
"How's that?" Loki asked as the boy felt his hair and looked around.
"Did--? Oh!" he said, hand going to his crotch.
"Now, how about you?" the Trickster said to the girl. "And, please, don't be afraid to say exactly what you think."
The newly renamed Lucretia felt compelled to talk.
"This really ISN'T how I want to look!" she stated defiantly.
"Oh, that's too bad," Loki said with mock sympathy. He turned to the boy he'd christened Damien. "What do YOU think of her looks?"
Damien looked at the young woman.
"Well, her piercings, hair and tattoos are awesome!" he replied enthusiastically. "But I always preferred the more athletic types-- you know, like Sara Connor in Terminator 2? Smaller breasts, bigger muscles, and really, really toned?! And on the tall side."
Loki looked honestly surprised.
"You, like Amazons?" he asked, staring at the boy.
"Well, kind of, but with both breasts, since I heard Amazons have one removed so that they can fire a bow better," Damien answered, sheepishly glancing at Lucretia. "And I think she'd look better without the makeup."
Lucretia silently mouthed a "Thank You!" to him.
"Well, then, so be it!" Loki decided. Sometimes even he was surprised, and this one hadn't hurt him any, so why not?
Lucretia felt her breasts shrink, her body become firm, toned and well muscled, similar but not quite like a female body-builder's. Apparently Loki had decided to take the "like Sara Connor" comment literally. And then her height increased to match that of Damien, and then some.
Loki frowned. He really didn't care for her being a bit taller than the boy. Without even gesturing, he made her height 6' even and his 6'8"-- just to keep things to what he considered the proper proportions.
"Well, I suppose we can't leave you two in rags. Let's make you look a little more appropriate!"
Damien's dress slacks, far too short and tight on his newly muscled and greatly lengthened legs, were replaced by a pair of heavy denim blue jeans. A wide, black, studded leather belt held up the pants. A green t-shirt stretched across his chest, and a denim jacket appeared over it. A pair of heavy motorcyclist boots shod his feet, and a pair of sunglasses hung from the t-shirt.
Lucretia got similar clothing-- although her blue jeans were tight, and she had a tight, white halter top under her jacket.
"So, what do you two think of each other?" Loki asked, already knowing how he'd decided they'd react.
Instead of speaking, the pair grabbed each other and began lustfully groping, kissing, and all but fornicating on the stage. The crowd in front of them stared.
Loki watched for a bit, then decided maybe he'd succeeded a bit too well. The crowd was no longer looking at him.
"Oh, get a room!" he laughingly commanded, teleporting the pair to a vacant hotel room. As an afterthought, he replaced the mini-van Damien had borrowed from his mother with a large, customized motorcycle and the girl's junker with a sleek sports car-- and gave them both a love of extreme sports and that whole lifestyle. After all, the two HAD proved to be amusing.
"Ah, and now for the next award!"