A/N: WARNING: Humor sucks!

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Moon Turtle Power, Make Up!

Chapter Six: Mercury's Dileema.

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Donnie stared at the lilac gloves for long periods of time, unsure what to think… How to think, to be honest. The soft silk enclosed around his forelimbs tightly while heat radiated from his thighs, covered thighs mind you, with purple high-heeled boots.

The turtle remained frozen, stunned into absolute silence.

… Alright, what the shell just happened? Donnie looked at the frilly purple skirt fluttering between his legs and he nearly gagged. Mikey's right all along… Donnie couldn't believe something ridiculous as this! He assumed Mikey lied to hide his secret. Sure, there were some speculations of so-called 'mystics' that occurred hours ago, but nothing as ridiculous Mikey spewed. No magical, mumbo-jumbo, hocus-pocus outfit like this just appeared from a stupid object! There's no logical, scientific explanation.

And ugh, what the heck was that he experienced? It felt like journeying an acid trip to pure insanity. Scanning his little 'getup', Donnie knew he needed to remove this embarrassing garment before anyone- let alone the Foot, sees him like this. The turtle tried to pull at the gloves, straining to get these stupid gloves off.

Yet nothing budged.

"No, nononono…" Don't tell him that he cannot remove them! Donnie tried pulling off the lilac boots clamped by his mid-thighs, but began to panic when he couldn't take them off. "Oh no, what am I going to do?!" Don shouted, his mind churning with horrid possibilities. He can't just waltz back home like this! Everyone will find him a laughing stock! A-and what he perceived of Mikey, they'll look at him as a… crossdressing freak!

No! Wait, relax Donatello, just breathe and everything will all come together…

Yes. Just investigate the situation and demand an explanation from Mikey, that should be simple. Yet Donnie knew within the deepest part of his cerebral cortex that it's not going to simple, and that it's more complicated matters than adaptable Kraang technology. But there must be a resolution to this, has to! He must figure out this bizarre occurrence, and resolve it before things get really strange. And by strange, he means possibly find the rest of his brothers in this humiliating predicament.

Main objective: Find Michelangelo and instigate for more information.

Possible Failure(s): Brothers permanently humiliating him and forever remaining a noob. Losing a chance with April O'Neil to Casey Jones. Becoming offense term, a twig.

Donnie nodded to himself before hauling all his useful items and trekked towards the lair.

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Donnie took the shortcut, back way to his lab without any lurking predators, especially his brothers. Perfect. Find Mikey and explain this current... Phenomena. The turtle couldn't help but to cringe in embarrassment, trying to ignore the tingly feeling of cotton flowing between his thighs.

Oh, the shame.

"M-Mikey?" Donnie gently knocked on his brother's door. He hoped the young turtle confide within his room instead of open view, such as the kitchen and- well, most likely playing video games within the living room where everyone's present. The young scientist gulped, unconsciously pulling at his skirt. He continued to knock, "c-come on Mikey, don't do this to me..." Donnie muttered, speaking more to himself than anyone else.

"Donnie? Bro! You're like, one of us now!"

"Eeep!" Donnie turned to find- oh thank god! "Mikey!" Donnie shouted as he grabbed his brother's shoulder and kicked open the bedroom door. "Inside. NOW." Donnie ordered with a heavy shove.

"Geeze bro, calm down!"

Door closed, locked, and the possibly of anyone questioning their whereabouts limited to zero, Donnie revealed himself to Mikey all of his queer glory. Mikey on the other hand, beamed like an idiotic moron, "dude! This is so cool! We're like, totally super turtle girls now! And we can fight secret girl battles-"

"No, we're not. Mike, are you freaking nuts? We can't go prancing around looking like this! We're already trying to conceal ourselves from society, do we need even more attention? And what about our family?"

"That's even better! We can all be secret crime fighting girls together!"

Donnie nearly facepalmed, "Mikey, that's the most stupidest thing I've ever heard. We gotta fix this. Maybe... Maybe if I could analyze the pens then I could use my tech to retrace its location." Yeah, that sounds ideal, ... Except the part where the pens were duck taped across spray painted cats. "Hey Mikey, how did you remove your clothes, anyway?" The itch between his crotch is really irritating.

"Huh?" Mikey was preoccupied picking his nose. "Oh, uh, I don't know bro. It kind of... Disappeared, I guess. When I woke up you were hovering over me and stuff." He shrugged.

... Great.

"Nevermind. I'm going to my lab and-" suddenly, Donnie felt naked, vulnerable. Normal. "Hey! Your outfit is gone!" Mikey exclaimed, and Donnie looked at himself.

Indeed, all his magical queer clothes were gone. Internally, Donnie jumped for joy until he realized something... "Where's the pen?" He couldn't find the darn thing anywhere! "I think you're suppose to summon it." Summon it? How the hell he's suppose to do that? Great, stuck at another rut.

Well, at least his brothers won't find him a laughing stock.

There was a gentle knock.

The Hamato brothers immediately looked at the door. "...Uh," came its reply. Raph? "I don't mean to bug ya, but... Am I hearin' something about wearing girly outfits?"

Oh shit, they're caught!