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Featured Author - September Kriegsaffe No. 9 Story of the week: View past Author's of the Month |
Iris whimpered. "My hair..." She ran her fingers over her smooth head. "Hush, it's part of the disguise," Peony said, rifling through a selection of gynoid wigs. "How's short and black strike you?" "I want blonde and curly." "You'll have it back good as new and shampooed a little when you're back from the mission." "Gonna be a long mission." "It's your first. Find some pretty thing with blonde hair and a strong wrist if you feel lonely." She pulled out a long red-haired wig. "This looks good. An' it's a little curly too. Just don't go for French curls, alright?" "Swiss Miss ponytails good?" "No problem, lass." She swivelled her torso back around. "As for eyes..." "Oh, no, you're not!" "Okay, okay, lense glamour." There was a knock on the prep room door. "Is Dressing Beauty presentable yet?" Eclair. "Oh, uh, yeah! Jus' a sec..." Iris struggled with the red wig, snapping it in place and looking in the mirror. It framed her slim shoulders nicely--her new slim shoulders, rather. Exchanging bodies was... odd. Her head and neck were carried over, so at least it was a windup, but she had a little bitty conjuration engine in her chest instead of a bulky steam engine. It made her feel roomy, like an underused closet. Eclair stepped into the room, dressed in a sharp casual buisness outfit. "Ah, looking nice and pretty. How's the composite materials going for you?" "It's weird. I'm all light and stuff. I keep feeling like I'm gonna blow away in the wind, but hey, there's a breeze and I'm sticking in place. Hard to get used to." "How about the Carter keys?" "Oh, a real trip--" |
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