If you want to be really really sure about the shapeshifting right from the start, you should definitely have Like Roses, and you might even want to be sure you keep Dressing Room, though that one's less important. If you're okay waiting for Dragon Fairy Elf Witch to provide, then you can skip Like Roses.

...hmm.

He's—not sure.

Which probably means he should take it. Check goes the scent thing.

Now where did his brain just hit a snag, there? It had kinda been rolling along mostly okay and that last thing suddenly stopped it short and he doesn't quite understand why. It's not like he was actively relying on the possibility of changing his appearance on the fly before, he thinks, he's been building a stable thing in his mind and then the shapeshifting would be a bonus—

The bell rings. Oh he actually spent the whole class on this. In retrospect he's kind of surprised he's had this much crammed into a single class? Maybe the narrative didn't want to pay attention to the time until it started to strain credibility for it to still be Geom time.

I'll be right back, class is over

Okay! I can wait. I'm very patient.

"Thank you for the notebooks, Josh," Peter says sweetly as he's putting his stuff away and Josh is walking over to him with a confused half-grin. "They were really high quality!"

"You looked really happy with your sparkles over there, Petey," Joshua tries, walking out of the classroom with him. "I don't think I've ever seen you that excited for Geom! Was it because the cover matched your eyes?"

Peter stretches his fingers out in front of him. "Actually it's because I thought of a lovely nail polish colour that would go great with it. Maybe I could show you, get your opinion?"

Joshua sighs. "I told the boys it wasn't going to be that funny. You're boring to tease, Petey."

"—oh, of course it wasn't your idea. Nate's?"

"Yeah."

"Well I got a message for him, then."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, let me—there he is." He starts jogging over to where he can see the blond with a friend down the hall. "Nate!"

"—oh, sup dude. Got our gift?"

"I did and I had something to say to you about it."

Nate smirks. "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah." Peter pulls Nate into a one-armed hug and plants a long, wet, sloppy kiss on his cheek. "Thank you for the gifts~"

He pushes Peter away and starts rubbing his cheek with the shoulder of his T-shirt. "Get off me, you homo."

"You don't get to say that, it's my reclaimed slur not yours."

"Whatever. The game still on after class?"

"Oh, shit, something's come up—that's not a no, but I'll let you know. Maybe grab Dore just in case?"

"Hey, it wasn't because of the notebooks, was it?" asks Joshua, a bit anxiously. "It was just a joke—"

"No, it's fine, I did actually like them and fuck gender roles, you know, I'm gonna have the pinkest sparkliest notebooks in this school."

"...if anyone can pull it off..."

"Don't say that, I'm sure we could colour match."

Joshua grimaces.