Clay Would Make a Sexy Magical Girl

Lynne:

"Let's start with Clay!" Mirabelle announced.

"Great idea!" I agreed, holding back my excitement as I turned to Clay. "Why don't you go to the change room and I'll find you some stuff to try on~" 

Clay gave me a bit of a skeptical look as he hesitantly meandered over to the changing rooms at the back of the store. As soon as his back was turned, Mirabelle and I looked at each other with wide smirks. We were in perfect sync, running to the racks of clothes and searching carefully through each outfit.

Elizabeth dragged her feet behind us, looking through clothes but with much more careful consideration than me. I grabbed outfits by the armload. When I had a solid enough pile, I made my way over to Clay. Mirabelle following close behind me. We stopped in front of Clay with our arms filled with clothes, his face twisting skeptically.

"Ahh… Did you really need to grab that many clothes…?" He asked, narrowing his eyes and glancing at our choices.

"Of course! And you're going to try them all on!" Mirabelle exclaimed, shoving the clothes in Clay's hands. He winced, keeping the force away from his chest, and I piled my clothes on top of hers.

"What have I gotten myself into…?" He grumbled, taking the clothes into the dressing room and pulling the curtain. A part of me was disappointed that he drew the curtain. For a moment, I wanted to peak through where the curtain was away from the wall. Though, I slapped myself at the thought… that would be creepy… It wasn't right to spy.

When he shuffled, I could hear him complaining through the curtains. "Ugh. There's way too much stuff to try on… This better be good."

Mirabelle snorted quietly, leaning into me so Clay wouldn't hear. "This will definitely be good."

I held back my laughter, pressing my lips together tightly as my cheeks puffed out. "Umm…" He muttered. "Are… you sure…?" Clay muttered.

I had to steady my voice. "There's no mirror in there. We'll have to tell you how it looks!" I encouraged.

"Fine…" He said, sliding the curtain open. When I saw him, I almost passed out. Clay's outfit was something similar to a long sleeve lingerie. Everything was skin-tight. The top was made out of see-through material. I could see his abs through the shirt, his arm muscles and rippling pecks. Something about them being only a bit covered, leaving something to the imagination, made it all the more alluring. The pattern on the material hid his scars, red markings just covering his nipples. The sides were completely open, the front and back only held together by strings. Sadly, the pants weren't so see-through, but it was still tight.

I could feel a drop of blood leak from my nose and graze the top of my lip. "This one is perfect!" I exclaimed. I then turned to Mirabelle, unable to stop the tears of joy from spilling from my eyes. "You're a genius for picking this outfit, Mirabelle!" I said, giving her an enthusiastic thumbs-up.

"I know right!? I knew you'd like it!" Mirabelle exclaimed as she gave me a thumbs-up back. "Don't you love it, Clay!?"

"I DO NOT!" He shouted, his face was now bright red as he retreated back into the changing room.

When he closed the curtain, I placed my hand over my heart, feeling it thrashing against my chest. "I loved that outfit… but I don't think I'd be able to fight properly with him dressed like that…" I admitted, whispering to Mirabelle.

She giggled, winking my way. "Don't worry, when you guys get together you can get him something similar for more… private events~"

My cheeks got hot. I felt my chest tighten at the thought. I felt so embarrassed that I couldn't stand it. I did not know how Mirabelle could just stay stuff like that so casually.

"Guys. You can't be serious…" Clay grumbled, this time sounding angry. I was thankful that he changed the subject back to finding him clothes.

"I don't know what you have on! You have to open the curtain!" Mirabelle announced. After a pause of hesitation, the curtain flew open. His cheeks were already red, and I could tell by his facial expression that he was ready to punch somebody.

He stood with an outfit that I had chosen this time. I smirked at the way it looked at him. It was even better than I had imagined. It was a light pink t-shirt with frills on the sleeves. The outfit came with a darker pink vest that puffed out a bit on the bottom. There was another shade of pink as the belt. It also came with short shorts of the same colour and high pink boots. I swear, the outfit looked just like a magical girl's transformation. When I looked at it, I couldn't stop thinking about Madoka's outfit.

Clay would make a sexy magical girl.

Mirabelle couldn't contain her laughter. She bursted into a roaring cackle, grabbing her stomach and hunching over. Tears coming to her eyes.

Hearing her laugh, I couldn't hold my own laughter. I placed my hand against my mouth to muffle the sound, trying to hold it in. "I… I like that one…" I struggled to say through my chuckles.

"YOU AREN'T EVEN TRYING!" Clay exclaimed. He pulled the curtain closed so hard that the other end slid open. With another grumbled he adjusted it so he was hidden.

"L-Lynne!" Mirabelle exclaimed. "Y-You…! You are… a FREAKING genius!" She laughed even louder and I finally let my own laughter out.

"THAT'S IT!" He shouted, throwing out all the clothes we had given him. However, Mirabelle and I were too busy laughing to notice.

"You two are totally juvenile." Elizabeth's voice pierced through the laughter. When we finally managed to stop laughing, I noticed that she was holding a few outfits she picked.

"Oh… Clay! Don't give up yet!" I exclaimed. The dressing room staying silent.

Elizabeth walked over to the room, throwing the outfits over the curtain. "Ignore these idiots. Try these on."

"Fine…" He grumbled. After a few moments, he opened the curtain in a decent outfit. It was a long, greyish orange coat with dark brown pants. It looked alright, but it just didn't seem to suit his style.

Elizabeth gently placed her finger on her bottom lip in thought. "Ok. I thought so. Put on the black and yellow outfit next."

Mirabelle and I could only watch in awe as Clay shrugged and headed back into the dressing room. It took him a few minutes before the curtain opened back up. He was a little shy at first, but the way he stroked his bangs out of his face with his other hand placed against his hip… made him look like a supermodel. "Well… what do you think?" He asked.

The outfit was simple… but it looked amazing. He wore dark black pants and a muscle shirt of the same colour. The sleeves were lined with a gold colour that matched his eyes. The bottom of the shirt was lined with the same golden colour as well, a golden plus at his navel, across his stomach. The material for the shirt and pants hugged his frame but looked comfortable enough to move in.

There was a dark brown leather soldier strap that went across his left solder and around his right hip. The leather was patterned, some spots coloured in lighter brown for decoration. There was another leather piece that went over Clay's shoulder like medieval shoulder armour in the same colour as that light brown patterned part in the strap.

The outfit suited him perfectly. I smiled softly. Even if he wasn't smiling, I could tell that Clay was happy with the outfit just by the way he carried himself.

"I think it's perfect."