You were definitely not yourself. It didn't take a genius to figure that one out, and it certainly didn't take long for Clark to realize that, too. On a hunt for some clues about recent medical cases in town, you'd come across a strange flower, that had completely messed with your mind, leaving you like you are now.

You'd showed up to school in the tiniest shorts, and a tight shirt, heels on your feet. You looked absolutely stunning, but certainly not dressed for high school. Your makeup was done up all pretty, and your hair was perfectly curled. You'd come strutting down the hallway, capturing the gazes of everyone around, and gone straight for Clark, who was dawdling on his way to class. With a quick look, your best friend had realized something had to be off with you, but honestly, he didn't care at the moment. After all, he was only a man. There wasn't much he could do when he saw you looking like...

With a short conversation, you'd dragged him to another room, giggling the whole way. Despite his protests, saying you were crazy, and you didn't seem like yourself, you still kicked off your heels, pulled off your belt, and tossed that aside, telling him how you felt better than ever. His eyes lingered on your lower half as you tugged your shorts down, tossing them at him. His eyes widened, lips parting, as he watched you take your shirt off, leaving you in red lingerie. It took a long time for him to protest, staring at you, jaw dropped.

"What...oh god...what are you doing? Hey, come on, come here, let's put these back on" he protested weakly, voice hoarse