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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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"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.

"I am absolutely suggesting we should get naked," Obi-Wan agreed, leaning in to kiss Chase desperately before pulling away just enough to look at him. Chase's reaction to his new body was something...incredibly fascinating and something Obi-Wan wanted to explore earlier.

"Would you do the honors?"

Chase laughs, just a touch of nerves in him given how odd the situation is before he eases back, tugging Obi-Wan to him by the collar of his shirt so that he can start to strip it off slowly, moving his palm over soft planes that are familiar and new, at the same time.

"Does this sort of thing happen to you much at home?" he wonders.

"Hardly," Obi-Wan scoffed. "This is the first time I have ever been in possession of a body that is not my own. And, mind you, I happen to like my body. This one is just a temporary vacation, I hope."

If not, he would adapt, but it would take a long time to apply years of Jedi training to a new body when he had grown so used to his male one. Obi-Wan hoped he wouldn't have to embark on that arduous journey.

"Like what you see?"

Chase tries to look passive, like he's hardly impressed by it, when the truth is that it's definitely going straight to his cock (and it shouldn't, because it hasn't been that long, but maybe it's the somewhat daring nature of all this, feeling like he's breaking the rules). "I think maybe I'll need to investigate some more," he murmurs, bending to begin pressing a line of kisses down Obi-Wan's torso, and over to the hip.

Obi-Wan made a noise that could only be described as a whimper and coming from a woman beneath him, he would be impossibly turned on. Coming from himself, it was a little disconcerting.

"Feels so good," he murmured, arching up against Chase's mouth. "Please?"

Breathless, Chase tips his head to the side. It's been a long time since he's felt this on-edge, but it seems like it's all coming out today. It's not that he's missed women, but this is something familiar and wonderful all at once and he tightens his hold on Obi-Wan's hips as he bears down, panting as he eases back warily.

"Protection?" he warily asks. He hadn't exactly showed up today expecting this, after all.

"Yeah, yeah, usual place," Obi-Wan said, flicking his hand to open a drawer and using the Force to guide the condom package to him. It was comforting that he still had use of his abilities even though the conduit for his power felt so much different than before.

"You don't suppose I could get pregnant in this body, do you?"

Chase glances at Obi-Wan's use of that thing (there's a name for it, Park probably knows it and Kutner definitely would have), laughing as he presses his forehead to Obi-Wan's shoulder. "I don't even want to think about it," he confesses, but at least they won't need lube. He gets out a breathless laugh as he imagines what else Obi-Wan can do.

"Gonna put it on me, too?" he suggests, smirking.

"With the Force? I hardly imagine our masters intended for us to use it that way," Obi-Wan said, laughing a bit himself. "Though...I think I could manage."

It was a delicate operation completed by a few flicks of his fingers to open the package and guide it down. "I can do all sorts of things with the Force, you know. I can't believe it never occurred to me before to try."

Chase is burying his laughter in his arm, unable to help himself for how ridiculous and unbelievable his life has become. He's got a boyfriend (sort of) turned girlfriend (again, sort of), who's using some sort of invisible telekinesis to put a condom on. "God," he exhales, arm thrown over his eyes, "if only House could see me now," he says wryly.

"Hope not, I'm not into exhibitionism," Obi-Wan said wryly. "Besides, there's a great many uses for my gifts. I haven't shown you the least of them yet. I can make your whole body sing for me without even laying a hand on you."

His voice was a bit predatory and at odds with the body he found himself currently housed in.

"Okay, that's tempting," Chase confesses, his curiosity riled to the point that he doesn't think he can let it go without it being solved. After all, House has taught him to investigate mysteries, but also to solve them. "Maybe after," he promises, grasping him by the hip tightly as he bears in for a kiss, shifting to ease himself in.

It felt different but for all that, it did not feel bad. On the contrary, Chase inside him felt damned good and Obi-Wan thought he might rather like things from a female perspective, at least occasionally.

"Yes," he murmured, reaching up to thread his hands in Chase's hair. "After, most definitely after this."

It should just feel normal, like all the other women he'd slept with over the years (and more since Cameron, more since the stabbing), but there's that little part of his brain crowing that this isn't normal and somehow, that begins to make all of this a whole lot different. He bows his head down into the touch, watching Obi-Wan with devotion.

"You tell me how fast," he coaxes.

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