John folded his arms over his chest critically, cocking his head sideways at Charlie. Well, that was one ugly girl. Her shoulders were enormous, her torso too straight, her arms too thick. At least she was tall. And blonde. Aside from the big brown sideburns... Well, perhaps if she didn't move her head too much. She just needed one thing...
John stuck his hands into his pockets and removed his soft white kid gloves, rolling each one up into a pad. "Excuse me, Allaster," he said as he inserted himself a moment. While Charlie's arms were out he stuck a hand to either side of his chest and gave him a good shove upward, and then stuffed a glove into each side of his underclothes. There, now he had two broad little breasts. It was a little something to shake, at least. There wasn't any fruit in the room to put in there.
"Are we finished?" he wondered as he stepped back, squinting at Charlie. A whim flit across his features, and not a moment after it was spoken. "For the rest of the night, squire, you'll be known as Charmaine. Now, shall we?" If no one had any further protests or adjustments, they were ready to head off into the night. John abandoned his fez for a wider-brimmed hat and a tall-collared overcoat. It was a little long in the wrists, though. Did he grab the wrong coat?