Dinah tossed back the champagne far less than daintily and grinned at her friend. "I can't believe how girly everything looks around here. What a change, huh? I hope this isn't some sort of midlife crisis."
"Oh, it's nothing like that." Zatanna smiled back. "But I think we all need a change now and again. For instance." She took a little breath and mumbled the incantation quietly. "Tsuj gniees eht roloc elprup snrut nahid otni a gnilaeuqs evissimbus yssirp
yssis lrig."
The change came over Dinah instantly. "Did you say something, Zee? hee..." The giggles started immediately as she put her hand over her mouth cutely. There was SO much purple here and it was overwhelming. "Oh, thankyousoooomuch for inviting me to the sleepover!
This is SO exciting!" She trilled. "Are we going to have a tea party?"
"Oh, yes, Dinah, dearest. Like you can't even imagine." She just watched the victimized vixen as she regressed into a lace-brained twit.
Dinah clapped and tugged at her bottom lip with her teeth. "And a makeover."
"What a perfect idea, you prissy little thing." Zatanna grinned and then added, even as she advanced upon her former friend. "Gniraew neve a ynit tib fo elprup sekam Black kcalB otni ym elpruP kcocaeP." She yanked ever so slightly at Dinah's hair with
a feral grin. "So, then, Dinah, how do you feel about frilly purple lace?" It was time to have her own pet girly girl with a hypnotic giggle. But what sort? An overdressed butt-waggling singing Saloon girl? A ditzy little baby brained blonde who could regress
others with her babytalk? A make-up obsessed valley girl purple cheerleader with mind-altering cheers?