Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne

Aggie doesn't want to laugh, knows she really shouldn't, but even she knows that Tim would probably laugh if the shoe was on the other foot. At least she does her best to get the giggles out before she gets there, knocking on the door. "Tim! I got you jeans and some other stuff," she says, not naming the garments individually for everyone's dignity. "I also got mall pretzels. They have hot dogs in."

She'd actually gotten several and eaten two on the way over, which she thinks is a valiant show of restraint.

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Tim answers in a stained sweater that now hangs low on their body, which simultaneously impressed and irritated Tim. They're not really particularly that big as a boy, so being smaller will take some getting used to. At least it's still okay to wear a T-shirt in this weather. They won't need to buy much in the way of a completely new wardrobe for just however long this lasted.

"You're a life saver," they say, taking the bags and letting Aggie in.

Tim looks into the bag and sets the food aside, grabbing a pair of underwear and quickly retreating to put them on. The breasts are weird, but there's also a breeze that's making the different set of genitals very apparent and they don't like it at all.

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Although Diana is still getting used to the technology, she's quickly become fond of the little communications device. It's not so different from the wax tablets she'd used as a child to send notes to Antiope during lessons, only she doesn't need to call upon someone to play courier. The message she receives, however, is both brief and confusing but she does as asked, hurrying over to the marker on the map.

"Tim?" she asks, knocking on the door. "Tim, it's Diana."

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Tim opens the door, wearing just an oversized sweater and looks imploringly at her.

"You have the lasso, right?"

They hold out their wrist to Diana. They're not sure she'll fully believe what happened without it.

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"You're paying me back," Aggie says, even though they both know she's not going to really press them for that money. She knows instinctively that Tim would do the same thing if she asked it and in many ways, that's enough. Instead, she just goes into the bag for another hot dog pretzel.

"There's underwear and a pair of jeans and yoga pants. Couple of t-shirts. There's a sports bra and a bra-bra. Not sure which is more comfortable."

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"I do. Where is Tim?" she asks. Confused, brows drawing together, Diana loops the golden rope around the offered wrist. The girl looks familiar but it's as if she's only seen that face before through a mirror, reversed somehow.

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Tim opts for the jeans first, happy to find that they fit, before deliberating between the two bras. The sports bra looks more practical. The regular bra fascinated them a little, but the wired cups and hook closures in the back intimidated them. Tim never took off a bra on their own person or anyone else's, and they've always heard in locker rooms that removal is way easier than putting them on.

But then they put on one of the shirts and sees that the straps show with the cut of the neckline and they're not sure that's... right?

"Uh, I might need some assistance with the bra department," they call out from the bedroom.

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Tim takes the rope and wraps it around their wrist before shyly making eye contact with Diana.

"I'm right here. This is, uh... how I woke up."

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"If I can figure it out, so can you." Even as she teases, she also follows the sound of Tim's voice to get a look. "What's the problem?" As far as she can tell, Tim is in a bra and the straps might be showing but everything is strapped down. Her gaze stays around Tim's neckline because the thought of ogling them is weird enough on a normal day, much less this.

"I usually put it on backward, if that helps?"

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The lasso never lies and for a moment, Diana can only stare, her mouth hanging open. "Like the story of Caeneus," she says, mostly to herself. Is it rude to inquire if he's slept with any gods of late and been granted a boon?

"Is this normal?" Of course it isn't but Diana isn't sure what to say first.

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"I just don't know if it's okay showing like that. I mean, I've seen people wear it that way before I guess, but in spite of the crowd I run with? I'm not really a fan of the whole exposed underwear look."

Tim considers her advice and retreats back into the bedroom to try on the underwire again.

"This looks and feels ridiculous," they call out just a moment after, but Tim returns with the bra facing forward and the straps securely hidden by their shirt.

"Alright. Take two: better?"

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"I'm... not sure?" Tim attempts.

"I mean, it's definitely not for me. I know weird stuff happens like people being the wrong age for a week or secrets written on your back for a month, but this is a first at least for me."

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Tim looks good, frankly. Even though Aggie picked out some fairly plain clothing, they've got a figure that pulls off anything. For all that this situation is definitely bizarre and awkward, Aggie can't help but think that Tim is kind of objectively stunning.

Aggie nods and gives Tim a thumb's up before pointing to the table where she's put their food. "There's no way this is going to not be weird, but you'll probably feel a little less weird with a full stomach?"

Edited Date: 2017-09-22 04:25 am (UTC)

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"Will this city ever make sense?" Diana waves an impatient hand because she may not have been in Darrow long but she's still been here long enough to know that the standard answer is no, which frustrates her to no end. At least when the gods meddled with humans, they knew the cause of it.

"So you're saying people just wake up altered?"

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Their stomach growls as if in response to her question. Happy for the distraction, Tim rushes over to the table.

"God, yeah. I think I was so distracted by all this, I didn't even really register how hungry I am."

Edited Date: 2017-09-29 08:54 pm (UTC)

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"Yeah, sometimes. I just... I haven't experienced it this extreme before. Not here. I was 25 for a bit when I was 15 back home, but that was very different from this."

They frown, remembering that. At least there was a clear solution from that. They were cursed. Reverse the curse. This? This you just had to let it run its course and hope it doesn't happen again.

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"You know it's a shock when you forget to be hungry," Aggie says. Her expression and tone are grave, except for the way her eyes glitter, amused. "So what are you going to do? Stay home to wait it out?"

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Tim looks away after taking a bite of their hotdog, a slight flush of shame on their face. They've forgotten to be hungry more than just out of shock, but Tim usually snacks a little while working or nourishes with coffee. This time, it's just been panic first, sustenance (including coffee) later.

"I think I'm staying in today, but I can't really put off the whole week or however long this lasts. It'd be unfair to Ace, at the least." They pet the dog, who trotted up to beg for some of the food on they're having. Tim gives him a treat from a jar instead before continuing.

"I'll just... Make some calls and emails to excuse absences from classes and to clear up confusion elsewhere, I guess. And maybe figure out what to do about the night time stuff. Maybe my spare suit will fit me? You think the sports bra compressed enough so I won't have to do some weird half unzipped look?"

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Diana is a demi-goddess, millennia old by her people's count, and sometimes she still cannot fathom things like this. She spends a good long moment staring at Tim before withdrawing her lasso and sitting heavily on the arm of Tim's couch.

"So what do you do in the meantime?"

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Aggie smiles and beckons for Ace to come over so that she can give his ears a good scratch, her own ears still open and listening even as she spoils the dog with affection if not food. She frowns when Tim suggests patrols and looks up at them, her concern open on her face. "Are you going to be okay to do that? Is your balance normal?" It's a big adjustment and she doesn't want to see her friend jump into danger.

"Go to the gym first and then see about the suit."

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"Right now? I think fist I message my professors to let them know I have the flu, get an actual flu shot so I don't have to reuse that excuse for the rest of the semester, then guzzle all the coffee I have in this apartment to find answers."

They sit down next to her, contemplating.

"But what I need help from you specifically? Training. This body shifts my center of gravity, and I'm gonna need help adjusting to it so I can still patrol and such at night, if I can't avoid it. Otherwise, I might need to collaborate in case of developments in anything I've been keeping an eye one. At least until this is over."

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