Dresses, of the frilly variety
It was a triumphant Ali who returned home that day, Samus in tow. And why shouldn't she be? She'd talked Samus into wearing a dress. And nobody got shot either. She suspected it's because Samus had no idea what these dresses would look like. Ali didn't feel guilty though: after all, Samus had seen what Aramis was wearing, and should have expected at best something in the same vein.
"Jack? Darling, are you home?" If Jack was home, Ali intended to waste no time at all in getting Samus started in the wonderful world of looking like a girl for a change. There's no time like the present, and this way Samus wouldn't have time to back out of the agreement.
"Jack? Darling, are you home?" If Jack was home, Ali intended to waste no time at all in getting Samus started in the wonderful world of looking like a girl for a change. There's no time like the present, and this way Samus wouldn't have time to back out of the agreement.