Dude looks like a lady

[captain_rogers]

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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[bornagoddess]

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."

[captain_rogers]

Steve could be nothing less than grateful that in the unreality of the situation, he had run into someone he knew at least as well as Sif. That he hadn't been left to flounder on his own without someone there who understood what had happened to him and was more then willing to help him where he would not have known even where to have started. Had it been a battle, an ambush, a siege, he would have understood, but to have lost the shape of himself and left quite literally stumbling out his door with no idea of what had happened to him, he might have ended up planting himself on the floor and been no use to anyone. Let alone himself.

He nodded at Sif's words. "Lead the way."