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Showers; genderswap plot
Topic Started: Dec 10 2009, 05:47 AM (885 Views)
Owen Harper
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Owen's usual M.O. in the communal showers was to grab a towel if he remembered, but this time he not only grabbed the largest towel out of the stack, he stopped at his locker and rifled through it for clothing.

He was in luck -- for very small definitions of luck. There was a pair of jeans that, if not fresh, were at least dry, and better than his mud-spattered ones, a set of scrubs, and a hoodie. His own belt would stand up well enough, so he grabbed the jeans, the shirt from the scrubs, and the hoodie, and took them with him.

He headed straight for the three partitioned-off showers, the only ones with any privacy. Usually this was Tosh's area of choice, but, well, Tosh could shove it. It wasn't like she needed a shower, anyway. Owen disrobed quickly and stepped under the tap, turning it at hot as it could go. He just needed to get warm, and get the mud out of his hair. Anything more than that could wait. Would have to wait, really, or he doubted he'd be able to get through the medical exams without losing it.

It was like going through puberty all over again. The handful of glimpses he'd seen of his new body reminded him of his own body, but distorted, unsure and waiting to see what it would really be. Owen ran his hands through his hair, then paused for a moment to look at the hand. He still had all the same scars, but did these muscles hold the same memories? Would he be able to do his job?

It didn't matter. This was temporary. Not wanting to go any further down that road, Owen shut off the water, and toweled off. He dressed hurriedly. His breasts were small enough that it didn't matter for the moment that he didn't have a bra. The hoodie would cover that well enough, even in the cool Medbay.



OOC: Owen is seriously taking a 5-minute shower, if that.

ETA: And he's leaving now. I'll open up a thread in the Medbay in a little bit.
Edited by Owen Harper, Dec 10 2009, 10:32 AM.
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Owen hurried out in a hoodie and jeans just as Andy rounded the corner to the locker room. He offered a shrug of commiseration, but Owen brushed past looking harried.

"Whatever," Andy murmured, and pushed the door open.

Clothing-wise, he'd grabbed a full set of scrubs in what he hoped was his present size on the way down. The plan was that he'd wear one of his own t-shirts underneath and bring the jacket up just in case. For shoes he was more or less fucked for the time being, but worst case he'd drive home without and sort it out later.

He got his towel and shower basket together before he stripped off, then made a beeline (as Owen apparently had before him) to the more private section. He was alone for the moment, but probably wouldn't last long.
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Jack wasn't surprised that everyone disappeared as soon as possible. Tosh, wisely, was keeping her head down and seeing what she could discover about the favor. Jack poured himself a fingers width of whisky - for the warm burn of it - and followed Andy down to the locker rooms. Owen passed him in the hallway, clean but no happier.

Once again, his too big boots were nearly the death of him and Jack straddled the bench along the lockers to take them off before they did do him in. Then, with a sigh, he slipped of his braces; they didn't fit anymore than his trousers or shirts did. Socks next, and tossed towards the oversized hamper. Jack paused for a sip from his glass but was down to his t-shirt and briefs - they pinched at his thighs - by the time anyone else came in.
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Ianto desperately wanted a warm shower, but focused on tasks in an effort to keep his mind off the consequences of the Party Favor's failure to... abracadabra the team back to normality. Once he was certain everyone had something to put on after they cleaned up, he indicated that he'd made coffee and the news was met with a muted cheer. He passed on it himself and poured himself a dram of whisky and knocked it back. Not the usual way to enjoy the good stuff, but he was still cold.

He grabbed a set of scrubs and headed for the locker room adjacent to the showers. He could hear the spray of water on tile when he slipped in.

"Hello," he said as he noticed Jack, half-undressed. He smiled to himself as he turned toward the locker bay wall pulled off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. He'd hesitated for a moment as he entered the door; it was as if he'd walked in on Martha or Tosh. They were all generally comfortable with rushed showers after being doused in something horrible-smelling (and sometimes hazardous) but they generally averted their eyes.

Well, Jack generally didn't.
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Someone -- Andy didn't bother peeking around the divider to see who -- came in just as he cranked on the water. He stood under the spray and let out a little groan. Hot showers apparently felt good no matter what shape his body was.

Washing his hair was pretty straightforward, though it was thicker and a bit longer than he was accustomed to. It was just that after hair he had to actually touch the really alarming bits. That he'd seen similar body parts plenty of times didn't make inhabiting them less weird.

Andy took a breath, soaped up his flannel, and got to work. If there were surprises, he'd deal with him when he got there.


OOC: For clarity, he hears Jack come in but not Ianto on account of the water/being distracted.
Edited by Andy Davidson, Dec 10 2009, 09:29 PM.
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Jack straightened up at the footsteps then relaxed when Ianto came in. "Hey," he replied. Leaning back, he watched Ianto duck his head as he turned to his locker, one of Jack's more favorite ties sliding through his fingers. Nearby, water pattered on skin where Andy or one of the others was washing up.

Without his jacket, and with his fingers skipping uneasily over his buttons, Jack got a chance to see Ianto finally. He was shorter, with a slender waist – belt drawn tight to hold up his pants – a face made for wry, teasing looks and fine dark hair with more curl than was usually evident. The hems of his trousers dragged on the floor and the cut didn't do justice to his arse at all anymore. The color of his eyes was exactly the same.

"You still look great in a suit," Jack said gently, shifting to straddle the bench and face Ianto. The lift of his brow was appreciative. "No change there."
Edited by Captain Jack Harkness, Dec 11 2009, 09:10 AM.
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Ianto tipped his head at Jack with a half-smile. "Thanks. I don't intend to switch to skirts, if..." he paused, but continued undressing. "You don't think we're going to be like this very long, do you, Jack?" Ianto dropped his mud-soiled shirt on a bench, then coiled the ruined tie in his fingers and placed it on top before sitting down to pull off his socks.

He stopped and looked at Jack. It was so odd, seeing him as a completely different person. A different gender, Ianto corrected himself. The mannerisms and expressions were still all Jack underneath. Ianto didn't feel like a different person on the inside either.
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"Nope," Jack said, then smiled wryly. "Probably not enough time to have fun."

He shrugged, then peeled out of his t-shirt and briefs, tossing them to the hamper before picking up a towel. "They're harmless, these Party Favors, that's what I've always heard," he insisted, then paused. "Mostly."

He had heard – supposedly – there'd been a Party Favor that had turned the finders into toddlers. Unfortunately, they hadn't been well equipped to activate the key and turn back to their normal ages but that had been fifteen-hundred years from now and nowhere around here.

"And this isn't so bad really," Jack looked reminiscent. "You weren't here for the time Suzie's consciousness was bi-located between her own body and a nearby English bulldog. That was an adventure. She bit the hell out of me and blamed the dog." Jack tilted his head with a snort. "Good times."

"We'll manage this," he said bracingly because he could understand how much it sucked for the others, even if he didn't exactly share the misery. "Whatever happens."
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"Probably not enough time to have fun," Jack said, and Ianto wasn't sure if Jack sounded wistful or reassuring. He watched as Jack shed his underclothes and he was talking about something else but Ianto was... distracted. Was it polite or impolite not to stare? He stood and busied himself with his trousers and boxers.

"Wait. What? Suzie bit you?" Ianto laughed in spite of himself. It was the first laugh he'd had since before this had gone down. "God, my voice sounds weird," he said, pulling his t-shirt over his head.

"We'll manage this," Jack said, sounding convincing. "Whatever happens."

Ianto hazarded a look down at his... breasts, then back up at Jack. "Not bad. Never seen them from this exact angle before," he said. "I'm just glad I don't have a hairy chest at the moment. Not a great look with, well." He grabbed a towel and threw it over his shoulder with a glance backward at the door.

"We'd better hurry -- we're holding up Martha and Gwen. Something tells me they're waiting 'til we clear the area." Following Jack into the showers, he added, "but hey... ladies first. I'm taking advantage of chivalric anachronisms while this lasts."
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With the last of the mud washed down the drain and no serious misadventures in washing beyond a brief moment of 'oh, so THAT'S what that does' that he ended as soon as he became wholly aware of it, Andy turned off the taps and reached for his towel.

"-valric anachronisms while this lasts," said a voice that wasn't Jack's. Andy winced. He was uncomfortable enough about being seen en femme (or was it yn benywaidd?) by just one of his colleagues. A group of them felt a bit much. He dried off behind the divider, then wrapped his towel around his whole torso and shuffled off toward the lockers in hopes the others wouldn't notice him.
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"Wait. What? Suzie bit you?"

"Yup," Jack sighed and snatched up a towel. "We had to confiscate the dog. They got it back, though I'm sure it was never quite the same."

Suzie hadn't been either but Jack couldn't blame her crazy plans for surviving Torchwood on that. No, that crazy had been there from the start - he used to think it was an advantage, her obsessive determination to survive at all costs. He shook off the memory as Ianto went on.

"Not bad. Never seen them from this exact angle before," he said with a glance down that drew Jack's eye in turn. "I'm just glad I don't have a hairy chest at the moment. Not a great look with, well."

"Not bad at all," Jack grinned before he flung his towel over a shower head and turned on the one next to it. Ianto's skin was milky pale, nipples the same pink they'd been before, and Jack sincerely hoped he'd have a chance to put his mouth to them and see what sort of noises he could get Ianto make now.

"We'd better hurry -- we're holding up Martha and Gwen. Something tells me they're waiting 'til we clear the area, but hey... ladies first. I'm taking advantage of chivalric anachronisms while this lasts."

"Oh, they could join us any time," Jack turned his face to the water, to avoid staring too much more obviously. "I'm all about equality."

Jack was no more modest today than he'd been yesterday as he scrubbed off mud and chill while soap suds slid down the curve of his spine and his short, wet hair curled at the newly vulnerable nape of his neck. He'd only lost a couple of inches in height but hips and shoulders, the slender strength of his legs, the sway of his generous breasts - all that was very, very different. Jack was glad, at least, that his balance seemed to be settling down.

He let his eyes wander where they would as he scrubbed mud out of his hair, mostly along the sleek lines of Ianto's hips, the shape of his feet - was Ianto still ticklish? - or the way his dark hair snaked across his shoulders. He was beautiful.

"Andy," Jack said as he slunk by, wrapped in a towel. "We'll be having a quick meeting as soon as everyone's washed up and warmed up. Get something to eat if your hungry, though. Maybe put in a call for delivery."
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"Yeah, alright," Andy answered. He turned his head that way more or less automatically, and while kept his eyes down, he caught a glimpse of the two of them before he turned back toward the lockers.

As he dressed, he muttered something under his breath about Torchwood spoiling even the most perfectly reasonable fantasies about gorgeous women in locker rooms. At this rate he'd need to start masturbating to abstract concepts.

The scrubs hugged more in the hips than he was even remotely accustomed to, and his purple "Bacon Is A Vegetable shirt" hugged his breasts maybe a little too nicely. The scrub top helped a little, but unlike Owen he actually had a proper rack. At a guess, running was going to be right out for the duration. He left his towels and dirty laundry in a heap in the decontamination hamper and padded into the corridor in his socks, trying not to consider the sorts of things Jack and Ianto might get up to on their own under the present circumstances.


OOC: Boardroom, I think. Thread to come.
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"Oh, they could join us any time. I'm all about equality."

"Well, of course," Ianto mumbled into the white flannel. He couldn't see anyone besides Jack flaunting a body acquired over the last few hours which they hadn't even had a chance to see in a proper mirror. He felt worried for Gwen, especially; if this wasn't resolved quickly, explaining it to Rhys would be challenging at the very least.

He heard Andy and Jack's exchange as he scrubbed the muddy flecks from his face and neck. He selected his usual shampoo; Almond Cherry Blossom seemed a bit... er, no. He marvelled that washing his long hair almost felt like running his fingers through someone else's.

He leaned back and tried to let go of the tension in his shoulders, to enjoy the hot rush of water as he rinsed out the shampoo. The Hub had a much better pressure than he did at his flat. He blinked and ran his eyes over Jack's full profile -- a delicate jaw, more curves than his own body had. He was gorgeous. He couldn't help the thought that it would have been an interesting turn of events if Jack had been the only one affected by the artefact. Ianto wouldn't mind- he knew what he'd like to do if he had his usual body back and some extra time.

He soaped the flannel again and moved downward. Right. He turned towards the tiled wall and bit his lip, flushing. Oh, hello.
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With Ianto occupied with his own discoveries, and the room empty aside from that, Jack took a moment to ... breathe. He could do this. He had done this. He wouldn't be stupid this time around. Really.

Lacing his fingers behind his neck, Jack hung his head with a sigh, eyes closed - for once not interested in the very lovely breasts under his nose. It was certainly different when he was running the show instead of running wild with the opportunity. Straightening up, Jack finished his shower without any further quips then padded back to the locker room and the old mirrors bolted to the walls.

He'd stared at himself in these mirrors over the decades, watching the shiny silver gilt grow pitted and gray, the glass crack under fists and faces. It had reflected back so many tears, so many changes, so very many faces and here they both were. With his towel slung low on his hips, Jack stared into his own eyes.

"I look like my mother," he said after a moment, in slow wonder. He drew his fingertips across his lower lip, and to the cheekbones that were ... his and not quite and ones he'd looked at so very long ago.
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Ianto watched the last of the soap bubbles disappear down the drain as rinsed his legs and feet. The other shower unit cut off abruptly and he saw Jack disappear in the direction of the locker bay.

He turned off his own and tucked a towel round his hips as usual. On the way out to the open locker area he caught a glimpse of himself walking past the mirror over the sink -- Jack was staring at his own reflection -- and adjusted the towel to wrap his torso instead.

Guess walking around topless is out of the question for the moment, at least in mixed company
, he thought, as he pushed a dripping lock of hair away from his cheek. He selected a set of scrubs and pulled the bottoms on commando-style instead of wrestling with boxer briefs, tugged a green scrub top over his head and towel-dried his hair a bit.

He thought asking Gwen if he could borrow one of her bras would be a bit impolitic right now.
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Martha watched with envy as Andy emerged from the showers looking cleaner and much more comfortable in scrubs and a purple t-shirt. When Ianto also returned from the showers, she decided she'd been suffering long enough. She wasn't going to wait for Jack to come back before she finally got out of these clothes and got clean.

"I'm going downstairs, I can't stand this another moment," she said as she reached for a pair of Ianto's trousers, a white t-shirt, and a full set of scrubs in case the trousers didn't fit. She didn't know what she was going to do about shoes, but she'd figure that out later. It was time for her to get clean and warm at last. She'd long since removed her blouse and now-extraneous bra even though it was cool in the Hub. "I'll see you down there," she called back to Gwen as she reached the stairs. Her voice wasn't that deep, but it still startled her to hear it. Clearly, this would take some getting used to.

The anticipation of feeling much better once she'd showered propelled her down the stairs in a series of awkward hops due to the discomfort of moving in far-too-small trousers. Undoing the top button had relieved the constriction around her waist, but they were still tight. She suspected that once she got her boots off, her feet and legs would start tingling due to low circulation. She was relieved to finally reach the landing and feel the steam from the showers wafting through the hallway. She was almost there.

She met Jack as he was leaving. He seemed preoccupied, but he gave her a smile as she greeted him in passing. "I'll be right up as soon as I'm done here, it won't take long," she told him. She stepped into the dressing area, placed the clean clothing in her locker to keep it dry, and grabbed a towel from the shelf.

She pulled the trauma shears out of her trouser pocket and put them down on top of the towel, and then took a deep breath to steady herself. No use in putting it off, she told herself sternly. She was a doctor, after all, and it wasn't like she'd never seen this before. She closed her eyes, then reached down and opened the zip of her trousers. She pulled her stomach in, held her breath, and carefully maneuvered her trousers and knickers down over her hips and pushed them down her thighs before she finally looked.

Well. No wonder she'd been so uncomfortable.

She'd been staring down at herself for a while without realising it when Gwen came into the dressing area, startling her. Martha quickly sat down on the bench then, turning away from Gwen. "Oh, hi," she said, pulling the towel onto her lap. "I didn't hear you come in. Um, could you give me a hand with my boots? I'm not sure I can get them off by myself, they're so tight."



OOC - I'm assuming that Gwen didn't go down to the showers with Martha but waited a while before following her. If that's not the case, I can edit this.
Edited by Martha Jones, Dec 13 2009, 06:57 PM.
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Gwen stayed where she was for a little while after the others had gone their various ways. She wasn't freaking out - yet - but the idea of undressing was somewhat unsettling. She took out her phone, half-considering calling Rhys before remembering that she didn't sound like herself any more. She settled for a text, wishing him good night.

She poured another small glass of whiskey, stalling. Right now, she didn't feel she had a reason to panic completely, because Jack had done this before and Tosh was a genius, and generally speaking these things worked themselves out sooner or later. She was able to shove the worst possible outcome to the back of her mind, at least. She reached up to touch her face, tracing out the bone structure. It was the strangest sensation, both familiar and utterly not.

She shook her head, and downed her drink. She'd best get this over with. Picking up Jack's clothes, her fingers absently stroking the fabric, she headed down to the showers. She didn't see anyone on the way down, but when she reached the showers she caught sight of Martha, who was clearly a step or two ahead on the medical examination side of things.

Gwen bit back a laugh, and held up her hands as Martha jumped, noticing her.

"Sorry, sorry," she said. "Didn't mean to startle you."

"Um, could you give me a hand with my boots? I'm not sure I can get them off by myself, they're so tight," said Martha.

Gwen nodded and walked over to her. "Pull them off or cut them off?" she asked, wry amusement in her voice.
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"At this point, whatever will get them off my feet is fine. I've got trauma shears here if you need them. I'm happy to return the favour once I have circulation and sensation back in my feet," Martha replied.

She smiled at Gwen as she knelt down to grab Martha's boot and pull. While she ordinarily wouldn't wish this sort of situation on anyone who wasn't fully prepared and expecting it, she was glad that Gwen was affected by the artifact as well. At least she had company in this predicament.

"Any word from Tosh or Jack about the key?" she asked Gwen hopefully.
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Gwen shook her head as she yanked at Martha's boot. "Think we're going to be stuck like this overnight at the very least," she said. "But Tosh'll come up with something, you know she will."

It was the first time Gwen had really pushed her new body in any way, and doing something as simple as tugging at a shoe felt very strange. She squared her shoulders and gave a firm pull, and Martha's boot slid over the heel and away.

"There, better?" she asked, turning her attention to the other foot, and thinking that it would be a relief to shed some of her own ill-fitting attire soon.
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"Think we're going to be stuck like this overnight at the very least," Gwen said as she pulled on Martha's boot. "But Tosh'll come up with something, you know she will."

"Yeah, between her and Jack, I'm sure it'll get sorted. I just hope they can do it before I have to call my mum or Tom," she replied. She honestly wasn't sure how Tom would take this, but she knew her mum would not react well.

"There, better?" Gwen asked her once the boot was finally off her foot.

"Oh yes, much! Bless you," Martha said as she pointed and flexed her foot experimentally. It was stiff, but she could move it. A moment later, it started tingling from the return of unrestricted blood flow. She put her foot down gingerly on the cool floor and held out the other foot for Gwen, who pulled the other boot off more easily.

"Okay, your turn," Martha said, standing a bit awkwardly on her still-tingling feet and quickly wrapping the towel around her waist. "What can I help you with?"
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