After the ensuing series of events, it was easy to say Paul was a bit more than absolutely horrified. As Alexia pressed on for Emma, the now much shorter, man would simply sit there in the corner, watching as the two go back and forth. Besides how strange and terrifying the whole event was, this particular scrap appeared to be quite hilarious. A three legged woman, arguing with a lady who had...,mouth nipples. this had to be some kind of elaborate joke, right?
Paul's variable pondering would be swiftly brought to an end as it became Olivia's turn. He gulped, wondering what sort of horrors would be brought upon the one he had been crushing on, for quite some time mind you. He shifted in his very cozy, and totally not revealing attire, as the spirit began to speak. Clothing? Change? Oh no, he could see where this was going.
Moments later his earlier premonition came to life, as Olivia came down the stairs with quite the obscene array of clothing, and snacks. Hrm, suggestive snacks? Perhaps there was a market for tha- no! He must focus, to get out of this, without too much change, or possibly none at all! This just required the compliance of all his friends, one of which has seemed to have gone bonkers, while the others are struggling to get by. He had to pitch in. Then everyone was presented with quite the suggestive array of garb, and he would gulp once more. "Uhm, I have to wear...This?" a squeak would be audible as he spoke. What was going on!?
Though he did eventually oblige, leaving the room, making sure no one else was there to see him revealed, especially in this state. This was the stuff of nightmares of course! He removed his clothes, and put on the tight-jacket, and pants. Shortly afterward, he once more entered the room, quietly, and went back over to his seat, trying not to draw attention to himself.
At last it was Emma's turn once more, what sort of things would happen next?!
Then there was a cattle prod, oh lord, this was not going to be good. Paul, and all else present, would then hear the exposition involving said cattle prod. This caused him to shake, it was pointed straight at him! When Emma came to his rescue, taking the strike for him, though of course he knew it wasn't exactly the same what he would have felt. He whimpered to his friend, who had decided to be so selfless. "Thank you!" he quietly whimpered, still attempting to keep attention away from himself, hopefully this would all be a horrific memory some day. Then of course, as it happened three times previously, the transformations began. Asses and vaginas, in great number, appeared to be sprouting from the crotch of his selfless defender, who was now crawling across the floor. Though Paul thought about helping, he suddenly had the realization that he couldn't do anything. So he sat there like a wuss, whimpering to himself.
