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Capt. Steve Rogers ([personal profile] captain_rogers) wrote in [community profile] all_inclusive2014-04-24 12:38 am

Dude looks like a lady

While the thought of Bucky and the continued fruitlessness of his search for the man weighed heavy on him, there was little different in the routine Steve had taken up in being reintroduced to the hotel. Rising at dawn for a quick, but calorie-laden breakfast, the usual morning run out on the grounds for endurance, time in the gym for strength and flexibility, followed by the insistent growl of his stomach that demanded he rush through his shower before heading back to the Bistro for a second breakfast. All simple, already familiar, and done before nine in the morning.

What was neither simple nor familiar was what happened when he stepped out of the shower with no thought other than that he needed to towel off and dress before he could go out and public to sate the near constant hunger in his belly. He dried his hair with a quick scrub of a towel, wrapped the towel around his hips and padded through the door between bathroom and bedroom with every intention of following exactly that plan. He did not, however, intend on stumbling, thrown suddenly off balance by the length of his legs and the width of his hips and the entirely unfamiliar balance of his body.

He crashed unceremoniously to his hands and knees, shaking his head against the disorientation only to find a cloud of blonde hair in his face. Even as he swept it back with a pass of his hand, wondering at the length of that hair as it fell long past his shoulders, he found himself staring at the delicate and most assuredly feminine hands he held out before him.

Steve looked down at his body as he knelt on the floor, only to just as suddenly jerk his head back up as he flushed red with embarrassment, pulling at the towel around his (too round) hips until it covered him more...more, just more. He didn't want to think of what or how it covered him. There he scrambled for his clothes, hurriedly trying to find something of the too large, wrongly fitted things that could fit over the shape of this too body. A shirt that fell to the top of his thighs and swamped him, a pair of boxers rolled at the waist to fit less precariously, a leather jacket he zipped up over the unfamiliar terrain of his chest, and Steve rushed out the door in the hopes of finding someone he knew or someone who could fix...whatever this was.
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[personal profile] fullmetal_alchemy 2014-04-25 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
Ed had his daily routine now. Every morning, he went around the hotel and tried to make three new doors in three new spots. No more, no less. He could have spent the entire time he was in the hotel making doors -- made doors until it drove him insane. But he knew that was pointless. So, he had picked the arbitrary number of three and tried to make himself stick to it. Some days were better than others -- although, to be fair, he hadn't surpassed ten doors in one day yet.

Some of the doors he event went in. They went to some neat places. Some he avoided, because they looked ominous on the surface.

The last door of today proved to be different. As it was his last door for the morning, Ed took a few curious steps inside -- and instantly regretted it. He could feel the instant the center of balance on his body shifted, an always unwelcome change. He was reminded abruptly of learning to walk on his automail leg. He stared down at himself -- at his chest. A deep flush instantly surged across his face.

Without thinking, he pushed off his suddenly too big red jacket, his gloves falling off his hands. Abruptly, he was just in his tank top and pants -- he stared at his automail arm, the metal glistening up at him. Even it felt different. Lighter, the hand gone smaller to match his flesh one.

"What the hell," Ed exclaimed, stumbling back out of the room -- and promptly collided with someone else.
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[personal profile] fullmetal_alchemy 2014-04-27 06:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Ed hit the ground, landing somewhere near the other woman. The collision with the ground was enough to clear his head for a moment, enough for him to take a step back and take a deep breath. It certainly was upsetting that such a chance had happened so instantaneously -- and yeah, it was weird as hell. But weird as hell things happened in this hotel, and he was used to having his body dismantled and then put together again (as disturbing as it was to try and hedge it in that context). So. It just meant he needed to remantle. So to say.

"Yeah, yeah, me too," Ed answered -- and all his logic flooded back out the window when he heard how high-pitched his voice was. He could hear his own inflections, still, but his voice reminded him distinctly of Winry's now.

Reflexively, his automail arm went up near his throat, metal fingers hovering over where his Adam's apple should have been. He swallowed unevenly. Not for the first time, he wished his brother was here. Alphonse would know what to do.
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[personal profile] fullmetal_alchemy 2014-04-29 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
Ed pushed himself back up to his feet, and it was still weird to feel how much his center of balance had shifted. How in the world did Winry manage with this? He brushed his hands over his pants, trying to steady himself himself. He couldn't help but notice how tight his pants had gotten in the thighs and the hips. It was ... distracting, he supposed.

"Yeah, I'm all right," Ed managed to say, figuring that it wasn't all together untrue. He wasn't injured at the very least. Just ... not in his right body. Kind of.

"You?" Ed asked, tone brusque, looking back up at the woman.

No sooner had he asked the question did he realize that the other woman was looking at his automail arm. Right. People here weren't used to that sort of thing.

"It won't bite, I promise," Ed tacked on wryly, flexing his right arm upward, left hand balanced on his bicep for a moment, as if to demonstrate that it moved just like a regular arm -- which, for the most part, it did. Except that he could also use it as a weapon with his alchemy.
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[personal profile] fullmetal_alchemy 2014-05-04 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"Your friend has an automail limb?" Ed echoed in surprise. This far, everyone had been surprised to see what passed for his prosthetic limb. He'd taken it as a sign that automail, for whatever reason, had only evolved to the level that it had in his own world. He didn't know if that meant this stranger was also from Amestris -- or had traveled there at some point.

"The Rockbells are my mechanics," Ed said, and maybe there was a hint of hopefulness in his voice that he'd found someone who occasionally knew what he was talking about. Winry had gained enough notoriety for her designs lately that it was possible that someone who knew something about automail may have known of her.

Despite Ed's fixation on automail -- a strange sentence for him to even hear his own head as he usually didn't care about automail in the slightest -- there seemed to be something else off about this interaction. Maybe it was a bit from the way the girl was moving paired with how her clothes didn't fit at all, but suddenly Ed couldn't help but burst out, "You're not usually a girl either, are you?"
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[personal profile] fullmetal_alchemy 2014-05-12 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, well," Ed said with a shrug, "Automail seems to be mostly from my world. Not a big surprise."

He couldn't even really blame Steve on not knowing the mechanics. Ed was pretty useless when it came to his own arm -- and it was his arm. Still, even if it weren't for having someone from home, it would have been nice to have someone who knew something about his arm here. He didn't like the idea of being without it if something happened, but so far nobody had surfaced with any mechanic knowledge. Mostly, he forced himself not to fret over it. Nothing he could do about it now.

"Normal?" Ed scoffed. "Not that I'm aware of. I'm pretty new myself, though. Name's Ed." He tacked on the last part as he held out hand in greeting.
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[personal profile] the_allmother 2014-04-25 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
Frigga knew that most of the people did not dress as she expected -- rather, Asgard was not quite the fashion here, and so Frigga had adapted the best she could, turning to more simpler fabric and a blander cut to her clothing. Yet, when a young lady suddenly appeared in the hallway, looking quite frenzied, Frigga couldn't help but be surprised by her disheveled appearance. A different fashion sense was one thing, but this seemed quite another.

Frigga didn't hesitate though. She had no idea what was happening, but she'd always had an innate reaction when seeing others distraught: help.

"Are you hurt?" Frigga asked right away, crossing the small distance between herself and the young woman. That always seemed to be the best information to ascertain first -- that, and if she was being pursued. Frigga rested a gentle hand on the girl's arm -- light enough that she hopefully wouldn't feel confined, but present enough that hopefully it would steady her. Frigga also smiled gently, trying to reassure her that she was safe.
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[personal profile] the_allmother 2014-04-27 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
"You do happen to be a girl right now," Frigga answered. "Is that not your usual state?"

It certainly didn't sound like it -- not from the assertion that this was a weird day, and not from the confusion that stemmed over what sex the individual in front of her was. Of course, Frigga had little way of knowing precisely where this confusion came from. In a hotel such as this, there were many different answers. She wouldn't put it beyond somebody here having the ability to flip sexes. However, there also seemed to be the likelihood that the hotel had some power over that as well. Frigga didn't fully understand how the power of the hotel worked -- only that it was strong. So, in her mind, it had full range for the time being. She couldn't rule out the potentiality of any such thing.

Still, it wasn't an injury, and in many ways, this was easier to deal with. It meant calming the girl -- or person? -- in front of her down, and then tracking her steps backward to see if there was anything to be done to reverse it.
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[personal profile] the_allmother 2014-04-29 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
Frigga couldn't help but gently tuck his hair behind his hair when it persisted in falling in his face, although she suspected that might have closer than many people would be comfortable with.

"Ah," Frigga said when he began to explain what had happened. She supposed it would be rather upsetting to find one in another body unexpectedly.

"I'm Frigga," she replied gently, fingers light against Steve's jaw just for a moment, another point that was intended to bring comfort and to hopefully anchor him against whatever was happening.

"Do you wish to sit?" she asked, assuming that a moment to breathe and to get some clarity would probably be helpful in this situation.
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[personal profile] the_allmother 2014-05-04 08:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm Thor's mother," Frigga confirmed, a hint of curiosity in her voice. Of course, such information could be gleaned from Midgardian myth, but the way this Captain Rogers' said it was more familiar. "You know my son?" Frigga asked, unable to help herself.

Of course, she knew Sif and the Warriors Three, but beyond that, she didn't know of the friends and allies Thor or Loki made in the years that followed. She'd met Jane, and that had been a wonderful surprise. She suspected that this Captain Roger was also of Midgard, which did make Frigga wonder how much time Thor spent there. Perhaps sentiments between the worlds had changed; as it was when she was from, Asgard had devoted herself largely to isolation.

Frigga smiled when Steve confirmed that he wanted to sit. She tucked a hand lightly underneath his elbow and began to walk, guiding Steve to the nearest clustering of seats.
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[personal profile] the_allmother 2014-05-12 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
"New York?" Frigga echoed, the words unfamiliar to her. She knew that the young man's problem should probably take precedence at the moment, but as he was willing to converse about something else, Frigga took up the string of conversation.

After all, she wasn't entirely certain what Steve was referring to. She had put together that Thor had occupied other realms more than she had expected, but she was still realizing the extent of his travels. Admittedly, her son was young when she was from, but it was still a bit of a surprise to hear that he did battle with someone from Midgard. Perhaps more troubling was exactly who they could have been battling against. The last time they had gone to war for Midgard, it was against the Jotun, and that had been a grievous war.

She could only hope that truce lasted.
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[personal profile] bornagoddess 2014-04-26 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)
After everything she had gone through the past few days, Sif still wasn't sure if she was getting used to being in a man's body, or even whether she liked it or not. It was strange, for sure, and perhaps it would never stop being so. The evidence that this place was rubbing off on her was that at least, she was no longer fretting about being stuck. If all people told her about this hotel was true, she would eventually exit through a door her fair maiden self. Though of course maiden was an erroneous term. There were two reasons that made her anxious for the return of her old self: going back to Asgard as she had vowed to do once a week at worst, and more carnal exploits. After careful exploration Sif had decided that men were lacking in ways to receive pleasure, although as she had yet to find herself a partner to experiment with, she couldn't be sure that her conclusion was completely correct. She doubted it wasn't, however.

Had she the power to, she would make Ruby and Natasha her champions based on their help in this trying time alone. It was curious that her first foray into Midgardian clothing was as a man, but she was growing accustomed to the denim breaches, and she knew to look wonderful in her white sleeveless top and black leather jacket. Ruby had a keen fashion sense, not to mention an eager disposition that pleased Sif. Or perhaps it was the constant compliments on her looks, despite them being the male looks. No, Sif decided, it was her pleasant nature. It was all in one. Ruby was a good young woman, and a good friend.

She was strolling down the hall wearing her new items of clothing, absorbed into these thoughts of her new friends, when out the corner of her eye she saw somebody rushing out a door in a way that seemed oddly familiar. Sif stopped in her tracks, observing how the frankly stunning woman wore ill-fitting clothes and no shoes, and raised an eyebrow. Oh dear, she thought, but not wanting to rush to unwanted conclusions she approached the blonde lady with care. "Pardon me my lady, are you in need of assistance?"
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[personal profile] bornagoddess 2014-04-26 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
It had not escaped Sif that the lady in front of her seemed to be observing herself quite the same way she had felt her own new body only a few days ago. She looked about as bewildered as Sif herself had been and given she had not been the only one this had happened to it was more than a little curious. This could be no coincidence. Especially because at first, she seemed to not think Sif was addressing her.

Once the lady replied Sif paused to consider whether or not to comment on the staggering beauty of her face, immediately deciding this poor person (man or woman) needed none of that nonsense at the moment. She feared her reply had been an understatement, if it was indeed that she was having the same sort of day Sif had had upon receiving a burly, taller, sharper lined body. "I apologize for the question in advance, my friend, but would you happen to be a man? Or have been one, physically, until very recently? Minutes perhaps?" Momentarily Sif couldn't help but imagine what this person looked like as a male. No less pleasant, surely.
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[personal profile] bornagoddess 2014-04-27 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
While Sif doubted this would make the woman - man - in front of her feel any better, from what little she could see of her breasts they were worth limb discoordination and a scattered mind. Of course she made no mention of it out loud, as that would be unhelpful and lecherous of her. She had to be thankful that her good sense remained intact even with a man's body.

The expression of relief on this poor sod's face earned him a smile of commiseration out of Sif, who put a much too large hand on his shoulder, squeezing with what she hoped was moderate force. "Because, my good man, I am a woman." She replied, smile turning humorless. "I stepped out of my room one evening, and lo, I was a man. We are not the only two to whom this has happened, either."
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[personal profile] bornagoddess 2014-04-28 09:54 am (UTC)(link)
Embarrassment wasn't something Sif traded in, generally, and so she only found herself discomfited by her newly acquired body because of how unsubtle it was in its reactions to certain stimuli. And, apparently, those happened often. She had not been conscious of this before, perhaps because as a woman Sif perceived those stimuli mentally rather than physically - most of the time, anyway. It still wasn't embarrassing, more...unusual. Uncomfortable. As unsubtle as her fighting style.

The man-with-a-female-semblance's question, his expression, only gave Sif an apologetic one. She had tried not to concern herself with how long this would last, if not forever. Sif had told herself that the hotel was a tricky thing, prone to mischief as Loki in his best years, but it was momentary. It ought to be. Oh, she hoped it was. "Roughly a week ago, yes." It was so long. Even Sif was starting to let panic dominate her slightly upon realizing.

It wasn't often that Sif saw someone piecing thoughts together in their minds without knowing that was what was happening. People got a distinct look about them then - furrowed brow, mouth agape, wide eyes - and this not-quite-a-lady had all the signs. The silence gave it away as well. Upon hearing her name from such a mostly unfamiliar face, Sif regarded the lady carefully, eyes narrowed. It stood to reason that the coloring - if not the facial shape entirely - was the same despite translation; however, this did not sound like Thor upon speaking, and he was reacting in a much less violent outrage than Thor would if such a thing happened to him. Furthermore, Sif had not met many men she had not known before in this place, and only one of them was blond and on good terms with her.

"Captain?" She finally called, one eyebrow arched.
Edited 2014-04-28 22:06 (UTC)
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[personal profile] bornagoddess 2014-04-29 12:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Sif had lived countless years, she had lived through ages - not a hyperbole, actual ages - and amidst the numerous things she had had to consider and adapt to, switching genders had never crossed her mind. There were no contingency plans in the back of her mind, and thus none to offer the Captain. She could imagine it was as off-throwing to him as it was to her, in any case. Noticing the sudden heat rising to the Captain's face, Sif's brow furrowed in worry. "Are you well?" She felt his forehead with the back of her hand. "Within reason, I mean."

The way his hair fell over his face as he nodded made Sif's lips curve slightly into a smile. "Remind me to lend you a hair-tie." She told him. Upon his final and verbal admittance to being who she thought he was, Sif's smile grew, and she squeezed his delicate shoulder again with the hand already on it. "Oh, Captain." She sighed in sympathy. "This provides you no comfort but you are as impressive in your lady's body as you are in your man's one." It needed to be said.
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[personal profile] bornagoddess 2014-04-30 04:28 pm (UTC)(link)
For her part Sif made an effort to only fluster in the heat of battle - or by having the blood of her enemies splattered upon her cheeks. Anything else was unacceptable and juvenile, though her skin's coloring certainly seemed reluctant to abide. She only realized that the heat on the Captain's cheeks was no fever but embarrassment of sorts well after she had removed her hand from his forehead. Stiffening a laugh, Sif nodded, satisfied with his answer.

While the Captain might have no strange sensations upon seeing her, the same could not be said of Sif. Sif liked what she liked, and after centuries upon centuries of knowing herself, she had come to understand that she liked very specific things about a broad array of people. What she did not like about herself at the moment was how, like a pre-pubescent boy, a change of wind might give her body signals that she definitely liked something. Trying to ignore those for the time being, Sif smiled proudly down at the Captain. "I am aren't I? A good translation if I do say so myself. Much like yours!"

The poor Captain was clearly in no mood for courteous complimentary exchanges, and how Sif understood him. "Of course, yes. I have my shift and leather under-armor, if you like, and some items Natasha has loaned me. The ones you have met me in as well as a long sleeved shirt and a hooded jacket. They are small on me, but I was going to ask where I could purchase more when this-" she pointed at herself "-happened. All my clothes are clean, however, I made sure of it not two days ago."

She looked at him again, pulling away for a wider view. "Though really if Ruby is any indication, all you need is a pair of trousers and you will be all right, just do this-" She reached for him and tied his shirt into a knot at the beginning of his hips, making him as a whole a lot more shapely as the excess fabric was sucked into the knot. "-yes, it is the Midgardian fashion these days, it appears. Not the men's undergarments, however."
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[personal profile] bornagoddess 2014-05-15 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
While the Captain observed his own newly acquired body Sif did the same to his face, amused. It had to be a hard thing to stomach - Sif had only been able to because of copious amounts of drink and her new friend Ruby coming to the rescue when the diminutive bathrobe was about to fail her. Taking a step back after she tied that knot on his oversized shirt Sif bit her bottom lip as her eyes roamed the top half of the Captain's new body. "You need breast support." A bra, Ruby had called it. Sif called it breast harnesses or corsets, depending, but it was all a matter of jargon. "It will do you no good to walk around with things bouncing about the place. And believe you me, you shall have that problem such as I never have."

As it seemed Steve had found himself a tiny bit tongue-tied, which was only natural after all, Sif tilted her head while waiting for his sentence to make sense. And make sense it did. She raised an eyebrow at first, then chuckled, looking down at her feet. "I am, aren't I? You have the most impressive hip-to-waist ratio. As impressive as your shoulder-to-waist one, in fact." she mused trying not to leer again and focus on the task at hand. My, but her male sensibilities proved distracting more often than not. "But the training trousers Natasha let me borrow stretch, even if they might be a slight bit short on you as well. And you can use that shirt. We would only need to find you breast support. Though I saw something about yoga pants at the shop, would that work for you?" Sif had no clue what yoga pants were, but she knew Americans called trousers and breeches pants so those might be what Steve was looking for.
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[personal profile] bornagoddess 2014-05-22 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
As Sif's conversation with a female-looking Captain Steve Rogers went on, she was left more divided between amusement and compassion over his visible struggles with his new, more feminine attributes. It was humorous yet endearing, and Sif had to remember that it had to be a nightmare. It wasn't one for her now, but then, she had drank copious amounts of alcohol that first night strictly in order to get - and stay - drunk. There was a reason for that.

Nodding once more, Sif smiled widely at the Captain, even more when he laid a small hand on her much larger arm. "Warriors help each other. So do friends. Now come, we make for my room for Natasha's clothing, then for the shop. I do not believe they have undergarments, but they might have bathing attire that can make for such things."