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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 11:18 am
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 11:19 am
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Clerise giggled maniacally as Candace explained.
"That makes a lot of sense."
She gave girl Harrison a very appraising stare, from head to toe.
"Hey, hey. Need is an awfully strong word." She made a hand restore at Harrison, implying that he should turn around. "You're a pretty girl, Handsome." Her attentions returned to the blonde crying in her arms. "So, well, that explains why you're wearing Prodigy's clothes, I guess. You are him. But now a her!"
She didn't stop the boob hug. "There, there. Nothing wrong with a nice a**."
With a smirk, she groped girl Otto's behind, again, appraisingly. "You've got some junk in the trunk, you know. Just be proud of it." Another grope, just to be sure.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 11:21 am
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 11:23 am
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 11:24 am
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 11:26 am
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 11:26 am
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Jerry had vanished into Sasha's room, fighting his urge to panic and sob a bit more. Deep breaths. He coudl do this. He could ignore Roar's cackling. He just... needed to get in the right frame of mind. A self confidence boost.
And so he did what she knew girls generally did when they wanted a self confidence boost. Praying Sasha wouldn't mind, he peeked into her closet, face flushed as she looked through the dresses, and found a sun dress that buttoned and looked as though it would fit her shrunken, skinny frame and hopefully support the massive weight of her bust. This was rediculous, the part of his mind that was still rational despite the rush of estrogen in her system groaned in the back of his mind but....
He kept his own underpants on, they were baggy and rediculous but with a quick safety pin they wouldn't fall OFF and that was the important thing. He stared in Sasha's mirror, shifting the dress into place.
Alright... alright she did... feel a LITTLE better. Out of that frumpy jump suit she looked almost... pretty. Almost. Uggggg... she sat, messing with her hair to try to get it to look just right. She gave the dress a little twirl. This was effecting EVERYONE. It was alright. It would be alright. She was a strong, powerful Sun Hunter, regardless of gender, and she would look PRETTY, dammit!
With a renewed sense of self respect, bare feet and cane in hand, she limped her way out of the room feeling a bit more at ease with life in her pretty new dress. If she had been a boy still, she would have been impressed by the overall package, she was sure. The squish of the dress at least supported her front, giving ample, and impressive cleavage on her petite frame.
She was ready to face the world. LOOK OUT, Here came Jeri Collins.
"I feel pretty~ Oh so pretty~ I feel pretty, and witty, and briiiight~" She sang softly, making her way out with a sway to her hips. Maybe some lipstick. Yeah. Lipstick! That would also make her feel better. Where was Candace, she knew she had makeup...
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 11:29 am
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 11:31 am
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 11:33 am
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 11:38 am
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 11:43 am
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"Makeup," Jerry hissed, a slender hand grabbing Candace's wrist frantically, "I think... I... I believe it'll help. It's got to help. I just... I f-feel like I'm going to scream or something and I need to do something and I think that building the self confidence of a good appearance will help and I d-don't want to be called Fat again, I'm NOT fat okay, I'm p-PRETTY, dammit!" In a... Velma Jinkies sort of way, maybe.
And burn scars.
She pointed to Rep immediately, "AND YOU! Are in need of lipstick and girl talk. Yes," He nodded, the panic and estrogen possibly having unhinged the man just a bit.
"And shoes. Shoes are important to female emotional well being, right?" Anything to distract himself from the pains in his back, his knee, and his insides, and his heart. He'd impress Sasha, just wait and see. She wouldn't call him fat again.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 11:47 am
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