( The collar buckles, and Esikko's voice trails off as he feels something shift. Everything, really— he shrinks a little, his body feels strange all over, like a tingling, and then—
When he blinks, it feels almost like he's just been woken from a dream. Scrubbing at his eyes doesn't tell him much, but the tickle of longer hair down his back, down the low cut of the dress, does. And the way his feet slide more easily into the heels. And the way his chest, small as it is even now, fills out a little more...
Oh. He's a woman.
Immediately, rage fires up inside of him, but he catches himself quickly, eyes staring down at his own body, a breath escaping in something that's at least an attempt at a puff of a laugh. )
... I see.
( Not! Angry! In fact, he smiles, though it's a smile that may be even more ominous, as he reaches over to Kirma, to put his arms around him. To make him nervous. )
So this is what you wanted? Am I cute, at least?
( He already wants to kill him, but if he can at least get a compliment out of this, it might soothe his rage a bit. A bit. And if not, then maybe the ominous feeling that his kindness will leave can be enough. )
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( The collar buckles, and Esikko's voice trails off as he feels something shift. Everything, really— he shrinks a little, his body feels strange all over, like a tingling, and then—
When he blinks, it feels almost like he's just been woken from a dream. Scrubbing at his eyes doesn't tell him much, but the tickle of longer hair down his back, down the low cut of the dress, does. And the way his feet slide more easily into the heels. And the way his chest, small as it is even now, fills out a little more...
Oh. He's a woman.
Immediately, rage fires up inside of him, but he catches himself quickly, eyes staring down at his own body, a breath escaping in something that's at least an attempt at a puff of a laugh. )
... I see.
( Not! Angry! In fact, he smiles, though it's a smile that may be even more ominous, as he reaches over to Kirma, to put his arms around him. To make him nervous. )
So this is what you wanted? Am I cute, at least?
( He already wants to kill him, but if he can at least get a compliment out of this, it might soothe his rage a bit. A bit. And if not, then maybe the ominous feeling that his kindness will leave can be enough. )