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| Gwen Cooper | Dec 19 2009, 09:54 AM Post #21 |
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"Okay, your turn. What can I help you with?" "Reckon I'm going to have to cut myself out of these trousers," Gwen said regretfully. "They're practically bursting at the seams with these new thighs." She got to her feet, wincing as the denim failed to bend to her movement, and picked up the shears. "Give me a hand?" |
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| Martha Jones | Dec 19 2009, 01:07 PM Post #22 |
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"Of course. Give me those," Martha replied, reaching for the shears. She looked at Gwen's legs, trying to decide where would be best to start cutting. "Let's start at the waistband," she suggested. "Once we get these cut down past your thighs, I can probably pull them off over your calves. That's where I had the most trouble with mine, but we're built a bit differently." Martha started cutting. Getting through the waistband wasn't too difficult, and once she got to the legs of Gwen's jeans, she was able to cut along the seam easily, even though Gwen's thighs were definitely straining the fabric. She tried not to scrape the shears against Gwen's skin too hard, but some scratching was unavoidable. She started on the other leg and carefully cut through them down to the knee as well. It wasn't until she'd cut down the second leg of Gwen's jeans that she realised she was about to get a very close view of Gwen's new anatomy below the waist. She quickly and sternly reminded herself that she was a doctor and had, in fact, examined Gwen before. This wasn't an issue. Really. Martha stood up, turning away from Gwen to use the bench to support herself as she rose. "There now, all sorted," she said cheerily. "See if you can get those off the rest of the way on your own. Let me know if you need more help, yeah?" She re-secured the towel around her waist and then stepped over to her locker to get her shampoo and conditioner. She rummaged around a bit while she waited to see if Gwen still needed her help. She scratched her jaw where she was suddenly aware of an itch, and she felt stubble, rough against her fingernails. Damn, she'd probably have to figure out how to shave her face at least once before this little adventure was over. |
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| Gwen Cooper | Jan 3 2010, 10:22 AM Post #23 |
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ooc: sorry for the delay! Gwen kept still as Martha hacked away at her shoulders, biting her lip slightly as she attempted to act normally, even when this was anything but. She peeled her jeans off the rest of the way when Martha was done, feeling very aware that all of her clothes were somewhat on the small side now. She grabbed a towel and wrapped it round her waist before performing an intricate manoeuvre to remove her knickers, feeling ridiculously schoolgirl about the whole thing. Considering that Gwen still hadn't really had a chance to figure out what was going on down there, she rather thought she was allowed a little coyness. Removing her t-shirt was easier, a little sticky on the shoulders but eventually it went over her head. Her hands lingered over the flat planes of her new torso, but Gwen forced herself to resist her curiosity and get on with things. She grabbed soap from one of the lockers and headed for the showers. "Today's definitely turning out interesting," she said to Martha. |
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| Martha Jones | Jan 4 2010, 11:18 AM Post #24 |
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OOC - Welcome back! "Today's definitely turning out interesting," Gwen said as she headed towards the showers, soap in hand. "That's one way to put it, yeah," Martha replied, rolling her eyes heavenward. "I know Jack has joked about this sort of thing happening at Torchwood, but I never thought it actually would. Makes me wonder what else I should start thinking about and preparing for." She followed Gwen to the showers, trying not to stare. It was so strange--they were all still themselves, and she could still recognise Gwen in the male body in front of her, but they were also very different now. It was clear that the device had done more than swap an X chromosome for a Y. She and Gwen were quite a bit taller and heavier than they had been as women, while Jack, Ianto, Andy, and Owen had lost height and bulk in the transformation. And everyone's hair had changed length and quality to suit their new sex and general appearance. It seemed that whatever aliens had created the Party Favour had stereotypical ideas about masculinity and femininity. Martha stepped up to one of the shower heads a short distance away from where Gwen stood. She reached out to turn on the water when she remembered her towel was still wrapped around her hips. Oh well, no time like the present, she thought as she took a deep breath and pulled the towel off and tossed it over the partition that separated the showers from the dressing area. She carefully avoided looking at Gwen as she twisted the taps and stepped into the shower spray. Oh, god, it felt so good. She forgot Gwen and everything else as she stood underneath the falling water, letting it just run over her body for several minutes before she grabbed some soap and began to wash herself. Most of the act of cleaning was the same, although there was more of her to wash off than before, and it had been many years since she'd had hair that wasn't straightened. She was curious to experience her new body's reactions to touch and sensation, but she couldn't do that here and now. No, definitely not. Jack and the others were waiting upstairs for them, and she really didn't want to embarrass either herself or Gwen. She was still a doctor, Gwen was still her co-worker, and she had professional boundaries to maintain. She finished scrubbing herself and rinsed off as quickly as she could, then turned off the taps and grabbed her towel again. |
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| Gwen Cooper | Jan 4 2010, 05:21 PM Post #25 |
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The weirdness of the changes hit Gwen all over again as she stood under the shower head, water hitting her in different places and making her unfamiliar skin come alive with sensation. She started washing her hair, startled to feel just how short it was - really, there was nothing this Party Favour had left untouched. She began scrubbing at the back of her neck, her collarbone, places that didn't feel too strange, but before long she had to face the music. She looked down, examining her new anatomy as best she could before she had to turn away, afraid of bursting out laughing. She shook herself and lathered up her hands before shutting her eyes, thinking of Rhys and getting on with it. Afterwards it was easier - bulkier legs, bigger feet, but mostly known quantities. She started towelling off and moved back into the changing area, eyeing Jack's clothes warily, as they were sitting there neatly piled on a bench. It felt transgressive, somehow, the whole idea, and for a moment Gwen wondered if she should stick to scrubs to make things less weird. But then, the sense of transgression didn't exactly dim the appeal. She dressed as quickly as she could, trying not to think too much about what she was doing. Then she caught sight of herself in the mirror and couldn't help but stare, trying to find herself in the stranger looking back at her, blank-faced. |
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| Martha Jones | Jan 4 2010, 09:46 PM Post #26 |
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Martha dried herself off as quickly as she could and stepped back into the dressing area. Fortunately, Ianto's trousers fit her well enough, although it took a bit of experimenting to position things for comfort. She just hoped Gwen hadn't noticed her doing it because she could imagine what it must have looked like. "Oh, this is ridiculous," she said, suddenly feeling overwhelmed. "It's not as if I don't have a younger brother and a boyfriend, and I'm a doctor. But it's different when you're dealing with bits you're not used to having and you can't even wear your own clothes anymore." She sighed heavily and pulled a t-shirt on over her head. "Sorry, but I needed to get that off my chest," she said apologetically. Martha looked glumly at the extra pair of shoes in her locker. She'd have to make do with socks for now, but she hoped someone here had shoes that would fit her. She certainly couldn't go about in this weather in bare feet. Oh god, she'd have to go shopping for everything now, and she didn't even know what sizes to get. How was she going to manage this? Hold on, Martha. One thing at a time, she told herself firmly. Jack and Tosh would get this all sorted soon, and if not, Ianto would surely help her get everything she'd need until they could figure out how to put things right again. They'd help each other through this. Having calmed herself down, she sat on the bench and began putting on the socks she'd brought with the rest of her borrowed clothing. She turned towards Gwen. "So, are you about ready to head over to Medbay? We need to do scans before anything else happens. Owen and I want to get as much data as we can about the ways the device changed our bodies." |
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| Gwen Cooper | Jan 8 2010, 05:46 AM Post #27 |
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Gwen laughed as Martha's outburst threw her out of her thoughts. "Oh don't worry - you're a picture of composure compared to Owen, look at it that way. Anyway, I'm all set for you to do your worst, Dr. Jones." She took one last glance at herself in the mirror, then gathered up her things and made her way out of the changing area. |
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| Martha Jones | Jan 10 2010, 06:31 PM Post #28 |
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Martha couldn't help but smile at Gwen's laughter. "Yeah, I guess you're right. Go on up to Medbay, I'll be along in a moment," she said as Gwen gathered up her things and headed out of the showers. She pulled the second sock on, wondering at the size of her feet now, and stood up to get her clothes and toss her wet towel in the laundry bin. She wasn't sure if it was worth trying to save her clothes, but Ianto would probably have a better sense of that than she did. With one last sigh, she left the showers and trotted up the stairs to Medbay to meet Gwen and take their scans. OOC - Continued in Look Deep. |
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