Nah, man. I know I probably shouldn’t have been so pushy with that witchy girl, but she is so full of sh...cra… herself if she thinks she can keep the big dog down. So what if I need glasses now? It’s probably just the screens or whatever; completely unrelated. Curse or not, I’m still the same guy inside. Why did I miss out on the big game at the bar? Oh, so suddenly if I cancel, it’s the end of the world. I was… just a little tired, that’s it. Besides, there’s this new anime I found, and I’d be crazy not to binge it. Didn’t think I’d like it, but the way it incorporates traditional fantasy tropes through a modern lens is AMAZING.
 
Yeah, sorry about the lisp, it happens when I get worked up. Still not used to these braces. Hey, don’t give me that look! My teeth were crooked before, so this is just me taking care of myself. What? Hey, rude! I have NOT gotten “thick”! I’ve actually gone down a few pounds (and a few inches, but whatever.) I still have some abs, see? Eek!...I mean… I forgot… I need to remember to cover them up. They’ve been growing so fast I’m still not used to them. I thought about getting a bra, but like, going out in public to find a bra store and talking to a clerk AND getting fitting would be sooo embarrassing. That’s not even mentioning what style to get or how much it… why are you looking at me like that? There’s no way I… oh, gosh... 

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-Six Months Later-
Hiii babe, just calling to let ya know I got your little 'present' in the mail. I can’t believe you remembered how I’m SO into Sailor Moon right now. I know my interests have changed since the curse, and it means a lot that you still care about me enough to listen, even after everything, y’know? Anyway, I’m sure you wanted to be surprised for Date Night, but I couldn’t help myself and I’m happy to report it fits in the way that you like~. But um, actually, Sailor Moon’s ribbon is red, not blue, and cosplay-wise, the fabric is far too...Oh, sorry, rambling. You didn’t buy this for it be be show-accurate, and I think we’re both more interested with how it looks ON me. Hey, since I already have this bad boy on, how ’bout we skip going out and you can come over to, um… “watch the new Doctor Who” with me (still not used to how nervous big crowds make me now, anyway). It doesn’t matter how accurate my cosplay is when you’re gonna rip it off of me tonight *snort*.