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all_inclusive2014-05-09 09:31 pm
bornagoddess) wrote in all_inclusive2014-05-09 09:31 pm
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Quit playing games with my heart
Things were decidedly not going well for Sif. Too long (even for her) had passed without her changing back into her normal body, and what Olaf had said had not settled her any: there was no science behind it, no explanation, but alternate universes were at play. How did one manage to find an alternate place in the threshold of a door, one that changed you so completely and sent you back into the universe you had just been in with those changes still in place? It was much too much for Sif to wrap her head around. Not even the notion that some of her more intimate talents held true in both bodies was enough. Actually, after Natasha's reaction, after so many days, nothing was enough anymore.
She had had enough.
Dragging herself out of bed Sif headed for the shower as an automatic machine might, simply capable of doing the basics of being a person and not much else. She had showered and gotten dressed without once looking at the mirror, and was planning on heading for breakfast before taking out her frustration on the training room. Her body required sustenance before anything else today, as it seemed in this body energy burnt a lot quicker.
Stepping through her door into the hall as an automaton again Sif noticed nothing wrong for a second, and then, before she could do anything to prepare, her perfectly fitted jeans simply dropped to her ankles. As well, her previously perfectly fitted tank top barely covered what it should - as she had looked down and seen her breasts had made a reappearance - but at least, as her sarcastic self denoted, there was ample fabric around the top of her thighs. Exactly where it was not needed in the least.
Such was Sif's surprise, elation and embarrassment that the warrior simply stood there instead of walking back into her room and changing like she ought to. It had happened so fast!
She had had enough.
Dragging herself out of bed Sif headed for the shower as an automatic machine might, simply capable of doing the basics of being a person and not much else. She had showered and gotten dressed without once looking at the mirror, and was planning on heading for breakfast before taking out her frustration on the training room. Her body required sustenance before anything else today, as it seemed in this body energy burnt a lot quicker.
Stepping through her door into the hall as an automaton again Sif noticed nothing wrong for a second, and then, before she could do anything to prepare, her perfectly fitted jeans simply dropped to her ankles. As well, her previously perfectly fitted tank top barely covered what it should - as she had looked down and seen her breasts had made a reappearance - but at least, as her sarcastic self denoted, there was ample fabric around the top of her thighs. Exactly where it was not needed in the least.
Such was Sif's surprise, elation and embarrassment that the warrior simply stood there instead of walking back into her room and changing like she ought to. It had happened so fast!