Klaus nodded, "I'm ready," he said.

With that announcement, there was a hissing sound from within the box, and a fine pinkish mist began to spray on them from unseen openings in the floor and ceiling.

At first Klaus didn't feel any different, but then when he moved to rub his upper lip he found it bare. "What the devil!" he cried, his voice notably higher.

Randy VIII heard him and started to laugh, realizing what had happened. "Oh, sugar!" He reached out to touch what he couldn't see but knew would be there...

Klaus's hand went to his chest, "I...I have breasts," he said.

Randy VIII gave him a squeeze. "Hey, these a little bigger'n that time Kurt got turned into a woman," he remarked.

"I hope that's a compliment," grumbled Klaus.

"'Course it is," cooed Randy. He took one of Klaus's hands and placed it over his own chest, which had gone back to being flat. "And 'course, this is just back to normal for me. But won't neither one of us be able to change back for the rest of the day now."

"I'm stuck like this all day?" Klaus cried.

"It's pac-fairy magic; they all work like that," said Randy VIII. "At least it'll be interesting..." The entrance to the chamber opened again and he stepped out, putting on his boots again as though nothing unusual had happened.

Klaus exited behind him, doing his best not to look ruffled.

He was greeted with hoots and whistles and giggles, though no one in the club seemed particularly surprised by the change. After all, most of them had gone through it or something similar in the past--and many did so on a regular basis.
"Ooh, lemme get a look atchoo," said Randy with a broad, toothy grin as he moved to inspect Klaus once they were away from the box.

Klaus was slightly more curvy than his brother had been and his skin was notably smoother and softer.

"Mmhmm, I could definitely work with this," mused Randy VIII after eying him up and down.

"What's in your head?" Klaus squinted at him.

"Well, I did get all dolled up to come out an' see you... and you did wanna try somethin' new..." Randy raised an eyebrow at him.

"I suppose you have a point, what could be more new than this?" Klaus asked.

"Now you talkin'," Randy replied with a flash of sharp teeth. He put an arm around Klaus. "You just let Randy take care of you tonight."

"Alright, I'm all yours," said Klaus.

"C'mon, now. Night ain't over yet," Randy announced as he urged Klaus to follow him to the bar. "That friend a' mine oughtta be here soon. In the meantime, lemme getchoo a drink."

"What do they have here?" asked Klaus.

"All kinda fun stuff," said Randy VIII. "Stuff that'll make you breathe fire, black out, or puke a rainbow if you want. Then there's your average everyday drinks, lotta beers and fruity stuff."

"What's that?" Klaus pointed to a greenish drink with a berry in it.

"That's a favorite. You drink that an' you'll become your own song," said Randy VIII.
"Some people use it to test for true love," added the large, scruffy blorknog behind the bar.

"I'll try one!" said Klaus.

"What the hell, I ain't had one in a while; make it two," said Randy VIII. A pair of drinks was placed before them, bright blue berries floating enticingly near the bottom of a fizzy green sea topped with black foam.

Klaus grinned and downed his, a few moments later he was gracefully twirling and whirling about, grabbing hold of Randy's hand he pulled him in with him.

Randy didn't protest, and as his vision filled with pink bubbles he joined Klaus in graceful dance.

The two swirled together and when they came down from their high Klaus had Randy in a graceful dip.

There was cheering and whistling from the nearby crowd, and Randy took the opportunity to give Klaus a nice, dramatic kiss.

Klaus returned the kiss, "Didn't realize I could be so light on my feet, I bet that stuff could make a dancer out of anyone!"

"Anyone but Jones," said Randy with a sigh as he righted himself.

"Oh? What happened with him?" asked Klaus.

Rather than try to explain first, Randy simply showed him the memory.

Klaus snorted, "Oh God....he looks like he's having a seizure,"

"Who's having a seizure?" came a familiar twang from behind them.
Randy VIII looked down to see Haphazard peering eagerly around him, apparently trying to get in on the mental connection before the image was lost.

"Who are you?" asked Klaus.

Haphazard straightened himself up and held a tattooed hand out to him. "Haphazard's the name, and who might you be?"

"I'm Klaus Kraus, nice to meet you," said Klaus.

Haphazard licked his hand and proceeded to drape an arm over Randy VIII's neck. "Klaus Kraus... Say, isn't that your sugar-daddy?"
"Uh huh." Randy VIII picked up the arm and shoved it back toward its owner.
"I thought he had a mustache."