[Draft] Carl (Litchi Twinning TG)

Carl was going through Orient town, on the lookout for anything that indicated it was his father. He was making his way to the NOL headquarters to finally confront his father Regulis. Soon he would make him pay for everything that he had done. To his sister and his mother.

The young boy walked through the crowd, alert for anything that might happen. Whenever things had one quiet for too long he would always be drawn into a fight for some reason. It was annoying with how often it happened, even if it did help keep his skills sharp. He eyed the crowd half expecting someone to just lunge at him and try to take him down or to see a familiar face suddenly appear in it.

“Awww,” a woman groaned.

“What? Who is that?” Carl wondered aloud. He could barely hear it over the soft mutterings of the crowd as people passed.

“Awwww,” the same voice groaned again.

“Did someone get in a fight?” Carl wondered. He moved faster, his sister following right behind him. His mind went through all of the possibilities of what it could be as he thought over all the people that he had met. Bang,

Carl moved faster through the crowd, as he looked for the source of it all. It kept happening repeatedly and the boy knew that he was getting closer.

The puppeteer readied himself for another fight, and mentally grumbled that he as getting dragged into another fight when he didn’t have the time or desire for it. His father was so close and all of these delays were stopping him from doing what he needed to do. To make him pay for what he had done.

Another groan came from the person in pain and the boy readied himself. He broke free of the crowd and saw to his surprise, he saw that the person in pain was Litchi.

Litchi was a tall, young, and attractive Asian woman with long black hair tied into a bun, pink eyes, pink lipstick, and large breasts. On her head was a small pet panda. She wore a stylish doctor uniform with long white sleeves, and a yin and yang brooch ribbon to compliment, a red vest, and a short skirt dress that exposed her thighs.

Carl could only stare at Litchi wondering what had come over her. This was the first time that he had ever seen her like this. She swayed side to side as if she had just gotten into a fight. She let out a tired groan. There wasn’t any sign of bruises on her body, and her clothes were in the same condition. The environment was just as clean and since

“Ms. Litchi? Are you ok?” Carl questioned. His sister moved closer as well, standing over him like a guardian. She reached out and prodded the young woman’s shoulder.

Litchi jerked her head up and almost fell onto her bottom from the suddenness of it all. She blinked and then narrowed her eyes at them behind her glasses as if she was having trouble seeing him.

“Oh my!” Litchi said, a slur in her voice. “Carl! Is that you!”

The little boy was thrown off by the sheer exuberance that was coming from her. This wasn’t at all what she was like the last time the two of them had met. The last time that they had met she had been nice if nosy. Most of all she was in control of herself, unlike she was now.

“Yes, it’s me Ms. Litchi? Are you ok?” Carl asked, hoping that it would bring her back to her senses. He sniffed the air and his nose twitched at the bad smell that came from her. He leaned closer to her and sure enough he could smell alcohol from her. It was so powerful that he wondered if she had drank an entirety brewery’s worth. In her current state, she could be taken advantage of by some bad people if someone didn’t watch out for her.

The Asian woman blinked again and then she let out a laugh that made the young man pause. He looked her over wondering if there was something off about her that he wasn’t seeing yet.

“Litchi are you ok?” Carl questioned.

While he couldn’t say that they were to close, she had helped him and his sister before. The older busty woman had even protected him from harm when she didn’t have to. He could repay her for that kindness with ease. Maybe he could help him and his sister out in the future again if they were in trouble.

“I’m fiiiiinnnnne,” the older woman slurred with the same dull tone.

“I don’t think you are ok,” Carl replied. “You look like you need to go home or somewhere safe.”

The young boy wished that he knew more about her inner friend circle. At least then he would be able to leave her with them to make sure that she didn’t do anything that could get her hurt.

“Oh, we need to go back to my place!” Litchi yelled, as she quickly grabbed his hand and pulled him along.

“Whoa!” Carl exclaimed as he was pulled by Litchi. His sister followed after them, but she didn’t do anything to separate the two of them.

The blonde boy tried to pry his arm out of her’s. He twisted his arm in her’s, trying to make her grip. It was almost as if his arm was locked in a robot’s then a person. He stuck his foot out and surprisingly she was able to raise her leg and avoid his without issue. Her instincts had to have been primed and ready for such a state.

Another idea came to him and he jumped and moved to push himself off of her thighs. With his current size, he came up roughly to her waist, but he was large enough to make it work. A blush adorned his face at the mere thought of doing so, but with everything else he couldn’t afford not to try it.

The young boy lept up and tried to hit her side, and was able to get his feet in place. He felt foolish and was reminded back when he had foolish blond admiration for his father. Before he learned the truth of what his father was and the evil that he had done.

Carl forced those thoughts aside. He couldn’t let his father blind him to what he was about to do. He needed to focus, or else he could wind up making this mess worse.

The boy tried to free his arm from her, using his full body to do so. Carl grinned his mind telling him that it was certain to work.

Even with the extra power that Carl had given himself with the placement of his lower body, his armm was still stuck in her’s. He tried harder and was met with little success. Again he tried.

His feet fell onto the ground and she continued to pull him, his feet being dragged across the ground.

Carl struggled to regain his footing, his face heating up looking like he was a small kid being dragged by their mother. He looked around, hoping that no one was looking at him. To his relief, it seemed like people were paying him little more than a passing glance at best.

“Litchi please let me go,” Carl groaned as he struggled to regain his bearings. At the moment. He was considering using his teeth and biting her to make her let go at this point. If he did though he was sure that would get the attention of the people, and no doubt the authorities as well.

Getting the police looking at them was something he would rather avoid, especially since it would let his father know how close he was. If he learned then he could either move or have time to properly prepare for their confrontation. Something that he couldn’t and wouldn’t let happen.

“Great,” Carl sighed, wishing that his sister could do more. Not that he could blame her for her lack of action. With their past history and her needing him to move around to do stuff.

The young boy decided to just let things continue for now and wait to see if things would be alright. He had no doubt that she wouldn’t do anything that could hurt her. If she took them back to her place then at least they could have a roof over their head and would be out of the public eye. Then they could try and gor for some more extreme measures to get away. Though he would still like to keep them down to a minimum so she didn’t get hurt.

Besides Litchi wasn’t a threat. There wasn’t a reason for things to come to a fight just yet. Especially since he would feel like a bully if he started attacking in her addled state. With how she was moving around there was no way that she would be able to fight competently or even be able to properly resist. If she was going to get into a fight with someone it would be better that it would be him and his sister than someone far more malicious.

Litchi gleefully moved faster as they got closer to her abode. They stepped inside her clinic and they looked around, making sure that the place was in one piece.

To Carl’s surprise, the clinic, unlike Litchi’s current state, was immaculate as if the place had just been cleaned. It was organized, clean, easy to find anything that she would be looking for. There was a calm relaxing smell from a batch of incense, but it did little to calm the boy.

Carl looked around wondering if he could find something that would be able to help bring her back to her senses. All of the various bottles made it hard for him to discern what would be the best thing to grab. There wasn't anything that told him what did what,

“Litchi do you have anything for…,” Carl started. He wasn't sure what to say. With how out of it she was, he wasn’t sure if she would have anything that she wanted in particular. He tried to recall if there was anything that he could use to break through her drunken haze, but the more he thought about it. “Hangovers?”

Litchi stared down at him and then pulled the boy up to her chest as she patted his head. She held him tightly to her chest, earning a small moan from the addled woman.

“You’re a good boy Carl,” Litchi said as she rubbed her cheek against him and patted his head as if he was a dog. “Such a good boy.”

Carl blushed at his face being smooshed against her breasts. He moaned flailed around, waving at his sister for help, but she didn’t move from her place. She continued to watch on, almost without a care.

“You deserve something special,” Litchi groggily said.

“I don't need anything,” Carl said honestly as he continued to struggle against her grip. “Except for you to let me go.”

“Oh ok!” Litchi said and dropped the boy.

Carl stumbled the moment his feet touched the ground and almost fell over. The suddenness of it all was too much for him. The poor boy fell onto his knees and took a moment to catch his breath. It came from nowhere and didn’t give him even a moment to prepare. Especially since this stuff had muddled with his senses and all.

The young boy looked for her as he stood up, straightening out his clothes. Whatever had happened to her must have messed her up immensely if it was able to make her act out like this. It was almost like he was watching a small child, rather then a grown woman.

Litchi looked through the various bottles that lined the wall, humming a dumb tone as if she was trying to figure somethig. She looked at one bottle and smiled cheerfully as if she found what she was looking for then frowned. She sloppily put it back, making the bottles around it tumble side. One of them fell to the floor, and before it did, she was able to sloppily catch it, making her giggle happily.

She picked up one bottle that was further from the others and examined. She narrowed her eyes as if she wasn’t sure herself what it was. The addled lady then shook it around and placed it close to her ear.

“Oh here it is!” Litchi beamed with a bright smile. She held the bottle up as if it was a trophy that she had gotten first place for in a competition.

“Oh great then just drink that down and hopefully youll be back to your old self soon,” Carl smiled. Once she drank it than he and his sister could go back to doing what they needed to do. Stopping his father and making him pay for every wrong thing that he has done.

“This isn’t for me!” Litchi informed as she stepped toward with the same dopey grin, a slight sway in her hips as she did.

Carl blinked, surprised by the answer and wondered who else it could be. He looked around the office, wondering if there was someone else here that he didn’t know about.

Before he could do anything she forced him to drink it, making him gag. The concoction burned as it traveled through his body. It settled in his stomach like a rock in his stomach. A burp left Carl and the young boy rapidly blinked his eyes and forced the disorientation away.

“Ms. Litchi please don't force me to drink anything,” Carl pleaded as he rubbed his eyes and his mouth. In her current state she could accidently drug him with something that would do more harm than good.

He couldn’t waste his time in a bed recovering from one of Litchi’s bouts of idiocy by whatever caused her to end up like this. Time was of the essence and he needed to be faster. Everyday that he wasted was another day that his father would be able to prepare. Who knows what he could get done in that time. What other cruel experiments he might be performing to others.

There was no way that anyone else would stop him. The only one that would be able to do so was him and his sister.

As the boy recovered, Carl grew taller as his body started to age. The clothes that he wore crawled up his body cas they tightened across his frame. He winced as the underwear that he wore dug into his butt, and his pants smooshed against his privates and made him wince. His shirt rose higher on his body as the changes it happened. It had been designed to be worn by a small younger boy, not an adult male.

The young man blinked, surprised by the sudden lack of a height difference between the two of them. He knew that there should be one, with how much older she was.

“What the? How are we even level!” Carl exclaimed.

“What? What’s the problem?” the addled woman questioned as she looked at him with a raised brow.

“Ms. Litchi how do you not see the problem!” Carl started, glaring at her cutely. Was she so out of her mind that she couldn’t tell what was happening to him. There was no way that he should be this tall. It was impossible! He might be going through puberty, but it didn’t happen this quickly!

“I don’t know,” Litchi giggled stupidly.

“Litchi what was that stuff?!” Carl demanded, hoping that he could break through the fog that was in her mind long enough to get an answer from her.

“Oh, it was just some nice stuff that is around the office. I had been working on it!” Litchi answered cheerfully.

“Nothing to worry about? I would say that there is stuff to worry about!” Carl rebuffed, as he let out a burp.

Just before he could say anything else she haphazardly shoved the bottle into his mouth. He was forced to guzzle it down lest he start choking on it. He moaned and groaned as he tried to shove the bottle away from his mouth, but he wasn’t strong enough to stop the older woman from forcing the liquid down his throat. He twisted his head, but she quickly adjusted the bottle’s position before he could waste a single drop.

As he guzzled it down his face started to change. The male features that he had started to morph. His lips got fuller as if they were filling with some of the lost mass as they plumped in size.  His nose crunched as the bridge of it got smaller along with his nose. His eyebrows gained a new length that added a more womanly appearance to them. The bright blue eyes that he had shifted in color. Red appeared in them, like food coloring being applied to a liquid. It spread throughout the glass, enveloping the blue in them. Dark ruby red eyes would have made many look at them a second time.

Gone was the face of a little boy, and in its place was an exact duplicate of Litchi’s. Her face greatly contrasted his own, which while taller still had many characteristics of a boy or painfully plain woman. The only thing distinctly feminine about her was her which was that of a mature woman who looked to be in her mid to late 20’s.

The poor boy was forced to roll the bottom in his mouth as they let out a low pop. He groaned as did, but felt a wave of relief come over him. He blinked and shook his head, trying to force the daze that had come over him go away.

“There we go, relax and enjoy yourself,” Litchi advised as she patted his head.

Carl’s hair changed color. It had become a dark inky black color that perfectly matched Litchi’s hair. It even had the same silky shades in it that Litchi’s did.

“Ms. Litchi please!” Carl started, his eyes heavy from the concoction that he had just drained. “You need to stop!”

“Why?” The ditzy woman asked as she looked down at him. The honest curious expression was so painfully honest that it made it clear to the boy that she honestly had no idea what he meant. “Don’t you like it?”

“I don’t, especially not with the effect it seems to have on me!” Carl said as he fought back against the drunken woman’s onslaught.

“Perhaps more would be good for you!” Litchi said and again shoved the bottle into his mouth.

Carl’s eyes widened and he let out a low gasp as he struggled to fight back against it. He shoved his arms against hers as best he could, but it was as if he was trying to move a steel bar. Her limbs remained locked in place.

The more he drank the more it settled in his gut like an irion ball. It was as if she was pressing heavily on his stomach, making him groan at how hard it was getting.

As Carl was forced to drink the concotion that Litchi  was giving him, Carl’s stomach altered as more weight pilled on his gut. His loose flabby stomach started to refine. With every passing second, a bite more muscle appeared there that added more to the increasing feminine appeal that was there. It had become a strong refined stomach that rivaled Litchi’s stomach with how smooth and clean it was. There wasn’t a hint of flab there.

She tapped the end of the bottle, as if making sure that she had gotten every last bit of the liquid out. The moment she was sure that she had given him everthing she pulled it out of his outh with a cheerful ditzy giggle.

“Uhh,” Carl groaned as his throat burned. He spoke his voice haggered as if he hadn’t had a good drink in days. “Ms. Litchi enough is enough!”

Thr addled wwoman stared at him for a moment and then without warning she leaped foorward. Again she shoved another bottle in his mouth and the boy’s scream was drowned out b the liquid. Again he was forced to drink the bottle’s contents. With every gulp he could more of his mind get further drowned out. It was as if a haze had ome over him and was growing. Whattever might happen afterwards, he knew that it couldn’t be goo.

For a brief moment, Carl was able to shove the bottle out of his mouth. He turned to his sister, who remained locked in place

“Sis-,” Carl started to ask for help again, but all he received in return was another bottle shoved into his mouth and was forced to guzzle it down.

The changes contined, almost as if where they had left off as his waist gained a slight curve. His new curvature gave the changing boy a slight curve to his body that was becoming more prevalent. Carl groaned and his panic grew at the changes that were happening to his waist. An astonishing waist that would have drawn everyone’s attention to it, even if there wasn’t anything else to add to it like boobs or butt.

“Help!”

But to the changing boy’s horror his sister didn’t move to help him. She stood there, still as a statue as she watched the scene. He reached out to her, hoping that she would be able to get. He tried to use their connection to make her move but she still remained where she was.

Before he could call out again and this time properly focus so that she could move another bottle had been shoved into his face much to his horror. The boy ripped the edge of the bottle again and tried to pry out of his mouth as he twisted his face. No matter how suddenly or quickly he turned his head. Litchi’s grip on the bottle and ability to make sure that he drank what she was giving him was strangely acute.

The boy's hands changed next. His nails that he paid little more than a passing thought morphed. They grew slightly longer, cleaning up as if they were going through an intense manicure. The dirt that had been under them going away. They gained a new shine to them, as if a recent coat of nail polish had been applied to them.

Carl’s fingers slimmed down even more than they already had. The hard calluses that he had gained despite his age lightened as if someone had applied lotion to them. They weren’t entirely gone, but now they were harder to see and did nothing to detract from the feminine softness they had.

The looseness that Carl’s forearms had was going away. Being filled with toned muscle that further added to Carl’s feminine appeal.They were stronger, fuller, looking more like decently sized limbs instead off a pair of rail thin stick for arms.

His biceps bulked up slightly as they gained a slight bit of muscle. They swelled and hardened as a new tone came over them that added definition to them that weren’t there before.

Carl studied his altered arms, not sure what to make of them. He was unable to form a cohesive respone due to the sheer terror that he had about the whole situation.

“There we go, didn't that go down just wonderfully?” Litchi slurred drunkenly.

“No,” Carl groaned, wishing that the ground would suddenly eat him up and he would be away from her.

“Wait here for one moment,” Litchi said and stumbled off to the various bottles that lined the shelf.

Carl wanted to run, but with how heavy his stomach felt and how the room seemed to be pining he doubted that he would get far. Still he needed to try.

The changing boy took a step forward and it was only thanks to his fighting instincts that he was able to stop himself from falling over. His eyes widened at the sight of the floor as he let out a small burp. That made him sway as if

With his arms in perfect view, Carl looked down at his altered arms. He flexed his fingers and was horrified and awed by how familiar and different they were. Moving them still felt the same, but the length of them was different, and the nails felt like they were longer.

He flexed his arm and the muscle that his arm had developed became even more prominent. A part of him admired the change and how nice they looked, but it was so very wrong. This wasn't at all what his arm should look like. His arms were thinner, smaller, and more boyish-looking. He shouldn’t have limbs that were worthy of being a supermodel!

A headache came over the young boy. His head pounded and his stomach churned more. He gulped and then let out a burp. He placed his hand on his mouth, feeling as if he would puke. Everything felt off about his body. From every strand of hair to his limbs feeling as if they were underwater, weighed down by bags of sand.

“Litchi?” Carl questioned as he looked around the room.

Another bottle was placed in his mouth before he knew it. Again the boy let out a squeal but the older woman insisted. He weakly tried to force it out, but still the woman remained stronger than him. He could only put up a token resistance as he placed his hands on it, looking almost like a baby being fed a bottle.

The moment the original Litchi pulled the bottle out of his mouth couldn't come fast enough. Carl winced and felt as if he had done a split. Everything about his lower body suddenly ached and throbbed in pain. It felt like it was tingling from all of the different feelings that were attacking his body at once. The pain was so encompassing down there that he wasn't sure what he should do.

The young boy patted the center point of his lower body and everything suddenly got so much worse. His body flared up as another batch of heat and pain hit him like a car speeding down the highway. It was all so encompassing and demanding that he didn’t notice his boyhood changed into womanhood as something that all girls had took its place, making her scream as the assault renewed itself.

The energy that she had mere moments ago was completely gone. The former’s boy strength was completely sapped and it was nothing short of a miracle that she was able to stay standing.

Her eyes rolled around in her head as a haggard moan left her. That had been the most draining thing that had happened to her. While what had happened to his mother and sister drained him emotionally this drained him both physically and emotionally. This was something that clouded and attacked her on such a level that she wondered if she was still connected to her body.

“Would you like something to drink? It might help you relax,” Litchi offered as she came back with another bottle.

Before the boy could form a response she was already on the move. Litchi opened the cabinet and went looking through the bottles for the one that she was thinking of. She grabbed one, looked at it for a moment and then placed it back. She hummed as she looked at them. She giggled again and went back over to the changing boy who struggled to remain standing.

“Here you go this should make you feel good as new,” Litchi giggled as she held the bottle out for the transforming boy to take. “Just give it a drink and everything will be better I assure you.”

Carl stared at Litchi and his eyes quickly went back to the drink. Confusion entered him as he moved side to side. Everything in his head was a mess. He almost couldn't tell up from down. His fingers and toes tickled as if someone was teasing them. His mind had so many conflicting thoughts at once that he couldn't tell which was coming first or if it was complete gibberish. He remembered that she was nice but she was being so forceful for some weird reason that he couldn't say.

“Help?” Carl questioned. He needed to make sure that he heard that right. It wouldn’t be good if he were to deny well meaning help. Even if the help being offered was acting weird.

“Yes! Help!” Litchi giggled vapidly.

Carl took the bottle from her and brought it up to her cheek. The top of the bottle first touvched her cheek, making her smile stupidly. She moved it to the side to drink but went to far and it brushed against her other cheek.

Her bottom ballooned and swelled, straining her pants further as they did. The tears and rips that had come in grew ever larger as her cheeks swelled. One full fair round ass cheek destroyed the left back pocket if her pants.

The other cheek burst through and destroyed the remaining back of her pants. The seams went slack and fell to her legs, making the new woman let out a relieved sigh. She reached down and with a simple tug pulled off all that was left of her pants.

The former smol boy giggled nautighly as she tossed her pants away like an old banana peel.

The shirt that she wore ripped down the center and on the sides of her body. It tightened further around her waist. She moaned

Tears formed down the center of it. The addled former boy swayed her bust side to side and watched how they moved.

The tore segments that were there grew as her bust continued to expand. The stress on her clothes became more apparent as time passed. The outline of her nipples became visible.

“Oh!” Carl said giddly, staring in amazement at how big her boobs were getting. They just kept getting bigger and bigger and she kept getting more and more amazed by it like a small child seeing a magic trick.

The tip of her nipples became visible. It was like seeing quarters form underneath her being placed. The outer portions of her areola became more prominent and the finer points of them were starting to become visible. The now erect portions poking through the remains of her top like fine points. The top of her nipples were becoming increasingly visible as if they were trying to break through her top and escape.

The buttons were getting deeper between her growing cleavage as they continued to expand, as if they were a small boat being consumed by the sea. The threads snapped as more and more of them could no longer stand the fight.

Pop!

One Of the buttons went flying onto the ground, unable to continue the struggle to contain her bust. She breathed a little easier at the sudden real. Though she whimpered at how short lived it was as the tightness quickly returned with vengeance.

“Oh!” Carl poked her breast and giggled vapidly at how big they were getting. She wondered how many buttons would go flying around the room. The thought made her laugh at the thought of ending up like that.

Pop!

The ballooning bosom sent another button that were still on her shirt flying, exposing the growing boobs to the rest of the world. They finally finished growing when they became a mesmerizing F-cup that looked to be larger than the former boy’s skull.

“Whoa!” The former boy spoke, staring at her new immense rack as if it was a pile of gold.

She poked one of her boobs and let out a sloppy moan. She kept poking it again and again as if it was a stress ball.

“You can’t go anywhere like this,” the real Litchi slurred. “What if somebody sees me like this!”

Her nude twin sister followed after her like a duckling following its mother. They went up to her bedroom, and the original Litchi pulled her clothes and threw them on the bed.

She went to put on the shirt first, but stopped. After a moment she burst out laughing, realizing what she had done wrong.

“Oh silly me,” Litchi giggled. “This doesn’t go first.”

Carl giggled along with her. How could someone who was a doctor make such a big and silly mistake. It would have been quite the sight to see. Probably be a laughing stock of they didn't catch it.

Litchi tossed the shirt to the side and grabbed the bra. She put it over Carl’s boobs and struggled to get it on. Her lack of proper coordination, and senses being out of whack made it so she kept missing. She even dropped the bra at one point and it fell to the ground.

“Dang thing, why are you being so difficult?” Litchi moaned petulantly.

Carl only continued to giggle at the silliness of the whole situation and started to move her body side to side.

“Stop it, you're making things harder!” Litchi ordered. She observed the button that fought her as if it was a great foe. She was going to get this eventually no matter how many times it took. She wouldn't let a button stop her from doing this.

The two let out a cheer when they finally got the bra secured. The sexy ladies moved to put on the rest of her clothes.

She helped her new twin sister put them on, smiling and giggling stupidly as she did. They weren't anywhere near as bad.

Sure the holes might have moved, but that did little to deter her from what needed to be done. Clothes helped people keep warm and protect the deceney. It also had pockets which were very important. Arguably the most important thing.

They stumbled into each other, swayed to the side and struggled to remain standing. They laughed as they did throughout the entire time.

Litchi struggled to get the buttons on her top down. The tiny holes made it extremely hard for her to do so. It didn't help that it kept slipping from her fingers like a worm.

“Why are buttons so hard?” The drunk woman questioned.

“I don't know. Because someone wanted to be stupid!” Carl pouted childishly.

“Make your boobs hold still!” Litchi demanded.

“You do it!”

Litchi grumbled as she kept trying to slip the button into the hole. With a deep breath she managed to slip the button just right into the hole.

“We did it!” Lichi exclaimed, earning a cheer from her new twin sister who bounced up and down. Her boobs bounced in her new top as they did, earning a moan from the former smol boy.

After doing so it became easier for her to do what she needed to. Sometimes the button slipped from her fingers before it could go in the hole.

“We finally did it!” Litch cried.

Though unlike last time her boobs don't bounce anywhere near as much as they did before. Carl moved side to side and paid rapt attention to how her body moved inside them.

They moved onto the skirt and unlike the perils of the top this was far easier. All they had to do was wrap it around Carl’s slim waist.

Litchi wrapped it a little lower then she should have but then gasped as she had a realization. She could just slide it up.

“Wow,” Cark gaped in amazement.

To finish the outfit Litchi put several ornaments on her. Humming in approval the more she did.

“Ta da!” Litchi said.

“I be pretty!” Carl gaped as she studied herself in the mirror. She wasn't at all bothered by her altered appearance, far more focused on how nice she looked.

“Yup yup,” Litchi yawned. “I think it's time for bed.”

“Sleep be good,” Carl agreed.

The two collapsed on the bed, snoring loudly as they cuddled next to each other. Both of then unaware of the surprise that they would have tomorrow morning.