Dan stares at the clothing, baffled at how he was falling victim to a witch.
"Quit stalling!" said Kat. "Di Di Va Voi Vang!"
Dan rolled his eyes while Kat sat on his bed parallel to the closet.
What should he pick? So many choices. Dan never put effort into putting clothes on himself before. He always
just managed to find what was right for him to wear at the right time, and now his intuition was failing him.
Kat had a bizzare mix of clothing for "Danielle". Some were pretty, some were garish, some look like chemises
that came from Ren-Faire, and others were kinds of dominatrix outfit's. Some were age appropriate, some would
make him jail bait in certain jurisdictions, and yet others looked like they belonged to one of his
grandmothers. And the shoes....For fucks sake.
"Having trouble little sister?" Kat started to laugh hysterically to herself.
"Are you stoned, Kat?", said Dan without turning to face her, still weighing his options in the best of a bad
situation.
"Yeah, magic is really addictive. I can totally see why mom gave it up. I'm going totally Dark Willow on you
today, and I apologize for it. Now hurry up before I turn you into a slut!" Kat started laughing again, and so
much so that she was starting to get a headache from it. "Ow!" More laughter, and then Kat puts her forehead
on her left palm in frustration and tiredness.
"Hey Kat. Could you conjure me up some chocolate chip and cookie dough ice cream?" asked Dan. He turned around
with a hopeful and demure face, praying that changing the subject might get him out of this situation.
"Sure thing sport." Kat got up, and hazily left the room.
Dan breathed a sigh of relief, but this was short lived as he realized that Kat had somehow magically put this
outfit on him while he wasn't paying attention:
"Crap" replied Dan to no one in particular.