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Obi-Wan was not the sort of man to shirk from something he was frightened of but this latest development was vexing and troubling to him. Upon encountering the door that, apparently, changed his gender he had tried on several occasions (under a cloak, mind) to change it back. His new form wasn't exactly displeasing in any way but it wasn't his and therefore it was a problem that had to be addressed.

Or, barring that, one to drown in alcohol until he was so drunk that he could forget about it. Since the former hadn't worked and he didn't have enough access to scientific equipment to work on changing his current nature, alcohol was simply going to have to numb his brain until he could find the strength to face his current situation.

He guessed the one saving grace of Jedi garb was the fact that it was intentionally gender neutral. Aside from size, his robes and tunics were exactly the same as those that would have been provided to a female knight and he felt like he would simply dress in them until the situation corrected itself; Obi-Wan was not keen on the idea of having to seek out a dress to wear while temporarily in possession of breasts.

He tried to think about how Qui-Gon would approach this situation through the living Force but everything was coming up blank. "Qui-Gon probably would have laughed and found someone to spend the day with," he muttered, staring at his woefully-empty glass. He lifted it to get the bartender to pour him another and pulled his cloak around him a little tighter, hoping to avoid notice.

Obi-Wan wasn't entirely sure that this was the most productive course of action.

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Chase stares a little while longer, wishing he weren't searching for lines and curves in those robes. Instead, he gives Obi-Wan a quick jolt of a nod when he comes back to himself. "I'm definitely bisexual," he promises, choosing not to highlight how many people he'd slept with in the last year, after his accident. "Aren't you uncomfortable in those things? I genuinely mean that, not as a come on," he hastens to add.

"They're meant to be unisex," Obi-Wan said, looking at the excessive length of his sleeve. "Unfortunately, I am a good six inches shorter as a woman and my sleeves and trousers are too long. Do you have a suggestion to remedy the situation?"

This, at least, was paired with his trademark smirk but Obi-Wan wasn't sure if it came off looking the same without his regular face.

Chase knows this is probably the start to a porno, but he feels a bit guilty about taking advantage of Obi-Wan in this situation, at least until they get him comfortably set up. "Maybe you could borrow one of my t-shirts? A pair of shorts?" Chase isn't so broad that they'd hang off him (her?), so it might be a bit of an improvement.

"Or we could buy something from the shop? Or chance a door?"

"I'll just borrow one of yours. I'm not chancing getting stuck beyond a door without my own body. What if we ran into trouble? I've never trained in this body, I don't know that I would be as agile as usual," Obi-Wan said.

"It would be just my luck to get us both killed because I don't know how to fight around my own breasts."

"I'd say I could protect you, but unless we're in some kind of specific medical emergency, I don't know how much good I'd do," Chase admits, nodding with his head. "C'mon, let's get you something that fits a bit better." And if they happen to fall into Chase's bed, beside his wardrobe, then it'll just be a happy result of circumstance, won't it?

He even goes so far as to offer his hand out, to tug him along.

Obi-Wan took his hand and sighed when he saw how small his looked in Chase's. Everything about this body was too small, too delicate and simply not right. Still, if Chase was all right with it, Obi-Wan felt like he could put up with it temporarily.

"Anything is bound to fit better than what I have currently in my closet. Lead the way?"

Chase tugs him along, still trying to reconcile himself with all of this, even if none of it makes much sense to him. "Here we go," he says, trying to be chipper and positive, though he's fairly lost in truth. "Did it hurt? The physical change?" he asks, leaning on the medicine when nothing else makes sense.

"No," Obi-Wan admitted easily enough. "One moment, I was myself, the next I was this. I immediately made my way back to my quarters to try and see if the effect would dissipate and, as you can see, it didn't. I then decided a better course of action would be to drink until I passed out and here we are."

Obi-Wan punctuated it with a flap of his hands, made comical by the fact that his sleeves were far too long. "So I don't know if that gives you any answers at all."

"No, it's fine," Chase promises, because it's not like he's after some kind of answer. It's just that he's got it in his head to try and be useful in whatever way he can. This is pretty much the only line of questioning he really understands. He digs through his drawers once they arrive, handing out the t-shirt and shorts to get him comfortable. "Try these," he suggests. "They might be more comfortable."

Obi-Wan took the proffered clothes and stripped efficiently. There was no sense of modesty - Chase was a lover and Obi-Wan felt no attachment to this particular body like he might his own. It was foreign to him and it didn't occur to him to be shy about it.

The t-shirt and shorts were smaller, at least, and while they were still too large on his frame, his movement was unimpeded. "Much better, thank you. Sadly there is not a Jedi tailor around here to take my robes up for me," he said, winking. Obi-Wan wondered if the effect was the same with this face as it was with his own.

Chase should probably look away, but he's too curious and too stunned to really do that and what he's left with is a very pleasing eye of a woman's body that apparently belongs to the man he's been sleeping with. It's definitely not anything he'd ever thought he'd have to get used to. "No, but maybe you could buy a second pair when you go home, for emergencies," he jokes, even though he'd never do the same for himself.

"I hope this is a one time occurrence," Obi-Wan said, chuckling lightly. "So I am going to hold off on buying women's clothing for the time being. I suppose if it happens again, I am out of luck."

He sat down on the edge of the bed, trying to get used to his new body.

"You're sort of really hot," Chase admits, tentatively approaching and taking the seat next to Obi-Wan, allowing for some space because he still wants to be respectful and avoid being seen as some sort of creepy arse. "I hope you don't mind me saying that. No matter what you're wearing, you're gorgeous."

"Comforting, more than anything else," Obi-Wan admitted. "When one has a certain relationship with a man and then all the terms of it get changed overnight, it's more than a little worrisome. I was...afraid of losing what we have. I'm glad I don't have to worry about it."

"Even if you were a woman and I wasn't into that, it's not like you suddenly becoming one was going to ruin anything," Chase feels compelled to point out because he might have some issues with commitment given his past, but it's not like it's that cut and dry. "I'm not that heartless."

"No, you're not," Obi-Wan said, laughing lightly. "I'm just uncomfortable with everything at the moment. I suppose, in the grand scheme, it could be worse than having breasts. They're not terrible."

Chase laughs, both awkward and genuinely amused at the fact they're discussing this like it's an actual conversation that normal people have. "If you gave me some consent, I could find out just how not-terrible they are?" he offers wryly.

Obi-Wan arched a brow and the expression on his face went from apprehensive to somewhat intrigued. There could be merit in experimenting with this, especially if there was a chance it might happen more than once.

"You always have my consent, Rob. You hardly need to ask anymore."

"I still think it's important. I mean, you did just undergo a pretty big physical change. Who knows what kind of mental baggage comes with that," he points out, knowing he'd be freaking out and not entirely in his right mind. He gives Obi-Wan a tentative smile, leaning in as he cups his cheek.

"But, you're okay with this? Right?"

"Mmm, more than," Obi-Wan said, leaning in to the touch a little.

"Just for the record, if you switch genders, I'm all right with it too."

"I don't know how all right I'd be," Chase is pretty quick to say, given that he thinks he might have some troubles coming to grips with suddenly being a woman. Though, if Obi-Wan is offering to help him through it, he could find ways to cope.

Grinning, he leans in a little more, bracketing one hand on Obi-Wan's waist as he leans in for a comfortable, familiar kiss.

Kissing was a lot different between a man and a woman than it was between two men and more different still was the fact that Obi-Wan was the woman in this scenario; unusual, yes, but not unpleasant and he was enjoying himself immensely.

He slid a hand into Chase's hair, cupping the back of his head and bringing him closer still to really enjoy the kiss.

Chase feels like he's running on autopilot now that he's being kissed like this, able to melt back into it and feel like it hasn't been any time at all since he's kissed a woman like this. He feels like he needs to take control, but he's enjoying himself too much to do anything but fall into the kiss, tumbling backwards on the bed as he coaxes Obi-Wan on top of him, hands roaming all over this new, borrowed body.

This was good. It felt familiar, in that he had kissed Chase dozens of times before now, but new because the curves of his new body felt soft against the angles and planes of his.

Obi-Wan broke away just enough to whisper softly. "Want to go a little further?"

It feels a bit frantic, but maybe that's because Chase hasn't really had many women recently. He's sort of been preoccupied with the job, the Nexus, and Obi-Wan, which means that his own extracurriculars at home haven't really been getting as much attention. The warmth and weight of a woman on top of him makes him groan with need, especially given the suggestion they go further.

"If you're suggesting we get naked, I am completely for that," he promises.

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