"Its beautiful. You've outdone yourselves, truly." She smiles.

The gnomes preened. "Our ancestors were shoemakers, but weve learned to sew a few other things, as well. This weave is stronger than normal glamour, and wont fray if you happen to touch anything made of iron. Now, come try it on."

She walks over, admiring the dress.

It fit perfectly. The tailor gnomes clapped like happy seals, and the nurse nodded approvingly.

Not only was the dress perfect, but her hair was styled into complex curls, her face lightly touched with makeup, making her look older than before. And, whether it was part of the dresss glamour or the nurses doing, she looked human again, without the pointed ears and huge, unnatural eyes. She looked like a normal teenager, ready for prom.

"The boys wont be able to keep their eyes off her," a gnome sighed.

"Come," the nurse said, putting a shriveled hand on Claire's. "Its almost time."

She smiles, thanking the Gnomes as she leaves.

Back they went, through the door into the central room, where a handsome boy in a classic black tuxedo waited for them. It was Puck. His crimson hair had been spiked up so it didnt look quite as disheveled, and his shoulders filled out the jacket he wore. His green eyes raked her up and down, very, very briefly before returning to my face, and he smiled. Not teasing or sarcastic, but a pure, genuine smile.

"Humph," said the nurse, "I guess you can clean up when you want to, Robin."

"I try." Puck, looking very human now, crossed the room and reached for Claire's hand, slipping a white corsage onto her wrist. "You look gorgeous, Princess."

She smiles, "Thank you, not half bad yourself."

"Nervous?" He asked

She shrugs, "Sort of."

"Are we ready?" the nurse asked, suddenly appearing in her human mien, a short, stout woman in a white lab coat, with lined brown skin and the same gold glasses on the end of her nose. "And if youre wondering, yes, I am coming with you," she announced, peering at them over her glasses, "just to make sure my patient doesnt push himself so hard he collapses. So, are we done here?"