Everybody mostly voted for Jax to be in a maid outfit—Poor guy. He was none the wiser until, he was dressed to the nines in white stockings and a cute apron that matched his poofy short sleeves. The dress itself had its own flair with its frilly hem.

“What the heck?!” He screams, flicking his square black pupils over his new appearance.

“Who did this?!” His eyes wander toward everyone before finally landing on Gangle. It made the most sense for her to suggest something like that.

“You!!” He points to the masked ribbon girl harshly before chasing her down. He lifts the hem of his dress so he doesn’t trip in the process.

“Jax! You’re up to bat!” Kinger suddenly interrupts while motioning back to the field with a jut of his thumb.

“I can’t- don’t- wanna- I-i, I look like this, though!” He’s scrambling—he knows—but he just can’t get over how flustered and absolutely mortified he feels. After one last jab from Zooble, he turns away and clenches his gloved fists tight.

“I don’t wanna wear this!!” He He’s seething, his breathing was so heavy he was practically panting. The flush of embarrassment was clear on his purple colored features.

He was usually in control and the one pulling the prank. Now? He was finally getting a taste of what it was like to be the victim.