Well, it wasn’t like anything bad would happen if it was a prank. Though, a small part of her didn’t want to take risks, on the microscopic chance there was something to the Swapping Remote. She hid the remote as she walked toward Beacon, looking for a suitable swap target. She figured a simple wardrobe swap would be suitable to suit her needs.
Suit.
Wardrobe Swap.
She giggled at the pun she made. Yang would be proud. Speaking of Yang, Pyrrha spotted her walking out of the training halls. She probably left a pile of shattered robots behind her. Yang was strong and Pyrrha liked fighting her. It was a challenge and, if she didn’t have her Semblance, Yang probably would have won several times. Shrugging and seeing that she was alone, Pyrrha aimed the remote and fired. There was a flash of red light and Pyrrha’s jaw dropped.
Yang was walking away from her.
In all her armor!
Pyrrha looked down at herself. Instead of her brown corset, brown mini skirt, brown opera length gloves and red ankle sash, bronze circlet and Greeves, she had on something completely different. She had on a tan jacket, with a yellow undershirt that revealed the top of her chest. An orange scarf wrapped around her neck, black gloves, tight black mino shorts and normal boots. All of which belonged to Yang. They even resized to fit here frame and her clothes resized to fit Yang.
“This… this can’t be possible…” She muttered to herself.
No matter how much she tried to deny it, she had proof right in front of her. The question was what to do with the remote now that she had it.
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