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No sooner had Hannibal left and Joe gotten his second coffee, that he pulled out the two small bottles and studied them. Without doubt, he'd have to take them if he wanted any chance with the guy, and with a bit of luck, the left over alcohol in his system would cancel out the female effect they were supposed to have, whilst still keeping him immortal.

Sighing, he opened the first bottle and swallowed its content, frowning at the taste, which was quickly washed away with some of the coffee. Thereafter, the second bottle was emptied the same way.

It was then that he realised that if it did change him, his clothing would most likely not fit anymore. It made him decide against finishing the coffee and instead, seek out his house in the hopes of getting somewhere private before the change occured.

Thus occupied with his thoughts of what he had just done, he walked out of the cafe, turning the same direction as Hannibal had, but without paying attention to the neighbourhood or who was around.

Joe was not aware of anyone following him. For now, his mind was preoccupied, on top of that, he knew himself to be immortal now and somehow, he was sorely tempted to see if he really was.

Hannibal would see someone who was in a hurry, but not notice anything terribly unusual unless he took the preoccupied nature of Joe into consideration. Any amount of conclusions could be drawn from his behaviour at this point in time, and even more when Joe, half way across a street, suddenly changed direction and turned into the street.

He had come to the conclusion that the best place to change would be where women's clothing was readily available to sexual deviants, which meant he was fast approaching the red light district.

Not that Joe gave the impression that that wasn't exactly what he was after. It didn't take him overly long to enter one of the pleasure houses and, after some interesting words with the lady of the house, emerged in much looser clothing than what he had entered in, now wearing female jeans that were currently held up with a belt until such a time as he developed a waist, if at all, and a loose top to make up for any developing breasts.

That done, he returned to the street and put on an air of confidence he did not feel. Perhaps, something that Hannibal would recognise as being fake, perhaps not.

Suddenly, he felt like everyone was watching him, and for someone who was generally a private person, Joe felt very much out of place.

It lead him to head away from where all the people were, choosing a much quieter path back towards his place.

It wasn't too long after he left the busier streets that he got the feeling he was being followed. On a normal day, he would not have bothered with backstreets partly because of his paranoia, partly because it meant getting back took longer. Tonight though, he wasn't thinking clearly.

Half way down the street, he stopped randomly and leaning against the wall of a house, turned to see if anyone was behind him. At the same time as he turned, an incredible pain shot through his body, making him glad he was already leaning against ********.." The word left his mouth without hesitation. Why Ari had chosen something that would hurt whilst turning him, he didn't get but he hoped that at least the chaos lord would take pleasure in his pain, because he certainly wasn't.

The moment the pain let up, he moved away from the wall and ignored his earlier feeling that someone was following him. Right now the idea of being at home and simply sleeping it off appealed to him.

((lol, sounds about right))

A short distance later he had to stop again. This time, rather than leaning against the nearest wall, he pushed against it with one hand, trying to keep himself upright.

A flow of blasphemy left his mouth in conjunction with the pain that seemed to take over his body as it started to change, all of it expressing his distinct dislike towards a certain chaos lord at this point in time.

Once the pain receeded, he found that his body was indeed changing. His manhood seemed to be dissapearing. Instead, he noticed that he now sported boobs.

"This is not happening. "

He mumbled, noticing that his voice too, was getting higher. A quick look around and a smile appeared on his face. His own place was just up the road and the thought of letting the change happen behind closed doors gave him the energy needed

Finally, he made it through his own door, and shutting it behind him, he leant against it before letting loose another volley of words describing his current opinion of Arioch.

((finishing the final change in the next post. So far, I'd say Hannibal was only able to guess that something is wrong and that Joe's voice has gone up in pitch a bit. Don't think he can see the physical changes quite yet))

((If I were Ari, I wouldn't be amused.. ))

Half way through his opinion of the chaos lord, it hit again. This time, he let the changes pass over him and simply accepted what was happening rather than trying to maintain some form of control.

As the change finished, he found that he had not been all that wrong with the clothing he had picked. It now fitted him nicely, and Joe, who was now lying on the floor, let his hands run over his body, feeling the changes that had occurred. And Joe being Joe.. *skips*

Eventually, exhausted from the day's events and satisfied that he knew his body intimately again, he fell asleep.

Hours later, he woke up. The feeling that something wasn't quite right was definitely there, but it took him another few minutes to remember why things didn't feel quite right.

It ended up with him making his way to the bathroom and standing in front of the mirror, looking at himself with wide eyes. His mirror image had the same wide eyes, but softer, more feminine features and the 5 o'clock shadow that would normally be present was missing. His black hair had also stayed, but it was currently in an unruly mess.

The rest of his body, upon taking a step back from the mirror, had curves in all the right places.

"I can't believe I actually did that.. "

He mumbled, rolling his eyes as he heard a feminine voice come from his mouth.

Still naked, and with as much care as he had prior to changing into a female body, he walked into the kitchen and started making his coffee whilst attempting to figure out a plan to bed Hannibal.

His planning hadn't gone far, other than the smile on his face as he wondered about Hannibal's reaction to seeing him as a girl.

The reaction was one he got a lot sooner than expected as Hannibal's voice interrupted the silence of the house with his words.

"s**t! ********! Goddamnit! What the ******** are you doing here?"

He asked Hannibal, wide eyed. Apparently, his next move had been to bring the now full cup of coffee up to his lips, then swear at the same time as lowering it. Hannibal's appearance inside his house had been unexpected and somewhere in the back of his mind he realised that he hadn't bothered locking the doors when he got home.

It was as he tried to get over the initial shock of having someone else in the house that he noticed the gun and the knife on the table, and a suspicious look entered his eyes. Currently, Hannibal appeared no different from dozens of other business contacts Joe had, most of them dangerous and most of them incapable of negotiating without weapons.

"You know, this house has a doorbell"

She pointed out a bit calmer than she had been before.

"It's rude to surprise a woman like that, and with those toys.. could you not have picked better ones?"