MCP11 “You can’t hide in a bathroom, It’s the one room everyone might need, silly.” She shakes her head but she’s smiling.

And she Does change, just not like the others. It’s more… “One of the perks of the bathroom, and I do actually live here, I think,” she continues before I can say anything. “I’m wearing whatever you’d like me to wear,” she says, and I sputter. “Wow, I’m kind of a bastard then, huh?” I’m ashamed and look at the floor. “You’re going to battle,” she says. “Don’t the mowril have full on mating ceremonies, with yowling and claws and blood? Humans can think about it, at least.” I think about it, and the trip showed me the obvious solution. Sure, I could imagine any clothes - but they were still clothes. I feel like I passed a test somewhere in a school I didn’t attend. Man I love this stuff.