Arrive at his House

Bowsette took a warp pipe to Mario’s house. In the green pipe her dress rippled against the wind. She placed her hands on her dress to keep it from accidentally blowing up. In her other form she could seldom experience the wind rushing through her hair like this.

She popped out of the pipe in front of a small wooden shack with the name Mario on the front door.

“This is too easy,” Bowsette said out loud. She walked up the stairs of the front porch. Her heels clicking against the hard wood. She thought long and hard about what she would do when she arrived.