[antgirl1]

"..."

Lynn couldn't speak. She had gone pale in the face, her blood running cold, almost breathless in the lungs, and eyes unblinking. Then, she suddenly felt a warmth spread across her face, starting from the neck up.

She was blushing.

But she knew why.

Two imaginaries, MALE imaginaries, who were Bloo and Wilt, had a grand view of Lynn.

MALE imaginaries, of all things, saw her body.

Of course, she didn't have to do the math to know.

"What. Happened. To. My. Clothes?" Lynn simply asked, with anger and irritation and humiliation in her voice, all at once.

"Aw man," Bloo said, crossing his blobby arms again. "I just lost a ten dollar bet."

"Well?" Lynn grew more irritation. "Where are they?!"

"Well..." Wilt started. "I'm sorry but they were pretty dirty..."

"Well DUUUUH," Lynn sneered, "That's what happens when there is no other safe place to hide from lunatic scientists who use me as a lab rat!"

"Crazed Imaginary," Bloo said casually, rephrasing the words from that old "Silly Rabbit, Trix are for kids!" phrase, "Lab rats are for RODENTS!"

Lynn seemed quiet at that moment, having an emotionless tone as she said, "Was I supposed to laugh?"

"What do you MEAN you never saw those "Krix" ADs on TV?" Bloo yelled, his jaw dropping to the floor. (obvious, isn't it?)

"Criks? Adds? Teevee?" Lynn was more confused than angry now. "What are those things?"

Bloo burst out laughing like a hyena, laughing so hard that he fell on his back, tears formed. "Oh MAN," he said, wiping a tear from laughter away. "THAT was THE BEST joke I've EVER heard. Next to Jokey the clown of course."

"What's a Jokey the Clown?"

Bloo just laughed even harder at this. Now he was rolling on the floor.

"One of these days," Lynn said under her breath, "You're going to DIE laughing."

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"So, which one is it in?" Lynn asked, motioning to the laundry shoots nearby her. God, there were so many! How would she be able to find her clothes, even WITH Wilt's help? And, if they were in a high above shoot, HOW will she reach it? A ladder wouldn't work, curse her four legs.

Wilt paused, looking back to Lynn, and saw her wearing something.

She was wearing bed sheets, of all things, as a gown. Bed sheets.

He blinked in surprise, and asked, "I'm sorry, but do you really need to wear that?"

"Yes," Lynn muttered. "You pervert."

Although Wilt did hear what she said, he sighed and ignored it. "I think they're up there, one of those three, right up there," he said, pointing to the middle three laundry shoots, WAAAY up at the top. The VERY top.

Lynn's eyes grew to the size of dinner plates, astonished by it's height. It practically touched the ceiling! She would NEVER be able to reach up there, even WITH the dreaded ladder, or if she were to suddenly become a professional mountain climber.

Like THAT would ever happen.

"Yeaaaah...." Lynn replied in a sarcastic tone. "I think I'd need a ladder for this. I can't like, increase my height or anything."

"Well, the Maintainence room is right next door," Wilt offered. "I'm sure there's a ladder in there."

"Thanks," Lynn said as she dashed to the Maintainence room. But it didn't take long for her to return, empty handed. "Aww, no ladder," she pouted slightly, crossing her arms across her chest.

"I could just lift you up there, if that's ok," Wilt offered again.

"I dunno...since my clothing had been taken off-"

Wilt sighed, interrupting her. "I'm sorry, but I only did it because they were dirty. I know, I should've asked first, I realize this now. But please, trust me on this. I won't do something like that again, unless I ask first. Ok?"

"Fine," Lynn said quietly, walking over to Wilt. "But this better not be anything funny!"

"It won't be," Wilt said reassuringly as he gently wrapped his arm around her waist and then slowly lifting her high into the air, "I promise."

Luckily Lynn got her clothes out into her hands without further incident, (but she could of sworn Wilt wanted to do SOMETHING with that arm) who was in awe of how cleaner it looked. Even her necklace's orange and yellow beads seemed to glitter.

As she was lent down onto the ground again, Lynn breathed, "You...were right!" With that, she dropped the clothing to the floor, letting her bed-sheet-gown fall to the floor as well, and jumped up to hug Wilt, skin on skin contact, with a happy smiling face. "I take back anything I thought about you!"

Lynn jumping up to hug Wilt made him fall over backwards, though Lynn didn't seem to mind it. She just layed on Wilt, head on his chest, body limp onto his own, and her tail wagging fast, happily. She even purred. She just, all of a sudden, seemed so...affectionate.

"It's ok," Wilt said finally, "I know you didn't mean it."

"Well, thanks for cleaning my clothes...er...what're you called?" Lynn had just realized she didn't know his name.

"Wilton Michaels, but everyone just calles me Wilt," Wilt clarified. "What's your name?"

"Lynn, take it or leave it," she replied as she got off of Wilt and helped him up to his feet once more. "Call me Linda and you die."

Wilt just laughed at that last statement. "Ok, ok...Well, it was-IS, it IS nice to meet you, Lynn," he stuttered, shaking Lynn's hand with his own. "If you want, after you get dressed you can have a tour, I mean, unless you're already sick of me. But that's ok with me too!"

"But there's only one thing wrong with that," Lynn remarked as she pulled her bell bottoms and shorts onto her legs, then buttoning them onto her back.

"What's that?" Wilt asked.

As Lynn got her boots and shoes on, got her shirt onto her torso, and her necklace in it's respected place around her neck, she said:

"I'm not imaginary."