2 Moons - Moon Courts Moon or Star

It's On!!!

"What's that?" I ask them

"Wigs and shoes sir." They inform me.

Wow aunty went all out I see, wait the boxes have names on them? Why? I look at one of the boxes with my name, it has a light blond, long hair wig?

"What the hell is this?" I ask

"Oh that looks awesome Yo, high end not cheap at all." P'May's looking at her things impressed.

"Why the hell does it all look like girl's stuff? You had three guys in your group, right?" I'm puzzled.

"Yes Yo, but its dressing up. The groups 3 guys 3 girls, but the outfits are all girls." She answers.

"Your all insane!" I yell

"We tried to get P'Nott but he really can't dance." She sighs.

"That was the problem? Not that's he's a guy and refused to dress as a girl?" I yell

"Nope all guys know, this it's a joke to them, you have to man up and do it kind of thing." P'Prae ads

"Your faculty is insane!" I yell

"Were an open-minded lot, were up for anything." She grins.

I have really really bad feeling. But I must...

"What are we dressing as?" I finally ask

"Sailor Senshi." P'Prae tells me.

"Omfg no way. I refuse, no. no no no no no." I yell.

P'Maprang starts listing, who is who.

"Yo = Sailor Moon

P'Artith = Sailor Mars

Rome's = Chibi Moon

I'm = Sailor Jupiter

May = Sailor Mercury

Prae = Sailor Venus."

"Listen to me I refuse this." I say stomping my foot.

"To late Yo." She smirks at me.

"We need you Yo, please." P'May says then grabs her abdomen.

"Shit May, you sure you can do this?" P'Prae asks helping her sit.

"Dam straight, were all seeing this to the end. I'm as pissed as you guys." She replies.

"Why can't we three have guy outfits?" I yell

"Because everyone has to be dressed as female of chosen theme."

I look to P'Artith, he will stop this insanity, no way he will dress as a girl, as a sailor something. He's a head hazer, a tough guy, he will save me.

"Do I really have to wear heels?" He sighs

"P'Artith!" I yell, he's startled. "You can't be seriously considering this right?"

"I told you I lost the bet Yo." He sighs, then yells, "Kong can never see this."

Oh dear god, this can't be happening. It can't. I'm not even mentally prepared.

No matter how much I protest, threaten or try to run they won't let me refuse. All four of them look at me, with teary eyes, they want me to understand and help them.

I refuse till Rome grabs my hand on the verge of tears and ask me to please help. I do the only thing I can in this situation, the thing any adult will do when in trouble.

I call my dad....

We're standing backstage, in our cloaks, we just got driven back. We used the time to practise a few moves all as a group. I feel sick, it's our turn next, I can see the arts group standing confident.