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“On the plus side, that outfit looks better.”
Sara continued to glare daggers at Forge. She -currently ‘he’, if only physically- did look trim and toned in what could only be described as an olive-khaki swimsuit without the shoulder straps.
Todd did not look any better as a girl, either. His/her uniform was not flattering on either gender. “Dayumn, this does make my ass look big…”
“It shouldn’t matter for much longer,” Iced Sara. “Should it, Mister Walkingbird?” The 'Mister Walkingbird’ was a warning signal. If things went on too long, then the dreaded full name might just emerge.
Sara found out things like this.
“I’m still looking for my notes! I think I might have messed this up on the chromosomal level.”
“What was yo’ first hint?” growled Toad. S/He had emerged from the transporter as a DD cup. And with no bra. He was having a very painful time with both arms crossed underneath his new bosom.
“Do you want me to fix this or not?” Forge demanded.
Sara fumed. “I could help you find your notes… All this space needs is a little… organization…”
Sara wanting to organise things was almost as terrifying as her using his full name. “Okay, okay, okay! I’m moving, I’m moving!”