"Like she'd ever recognize me like this," Ed snapped, bitter with humiliation. He barely recognized himself in the mirror, after the torturous process of Amelia dying his hair, styling it, and pasting all kinds of makeup on his face. The eyeliner and mascera had been the worst, because they brought out his long, horribly girly eyelashes. Goddamn, he was never, ever letting Al and Amelia plot against him again.

He glanced up at Ling's faint flush and then back down at their feet. He hoped the foundation hid the way his own cheeks only got redder. Then a sudden, soft beeping from his lightly padded chest area made him startle, stumble, and step solidly on Ling's foot.