Four New Targets

It was a slow day at the bar, so you decide to leave, but as you do, four women on motorcycles pull in and back their bikes up to a wall. They look at you walking out and seem amused to see a guy like you in such a touch seedy bar.

You smile. You concentrate on the one with short hair who looks like the toughest, least feminine of the quartet. If she wears any clothes that are not pink, frilly, and feminine, they will itch. She can only wear pink frilly feminine clothes, and has no idea why. She will continue to try to live her life as normal, but must dress like a baby doll.

The woman starts to itch.

"What are you lookin' at, asshole?" asks the girl on the right with the thick curly hair.

You just smirk at her.