by Brnin8r » Mon Mar 26, 2012 10:19 pm
(Cuz I'm a slacka' that's why. Heh.)
After a good while in the chopper, the girl's base came into view and soon the bird was setting down on the tall skyscraper that was dotted with all manner of jury-rigged artillery. This was one of the prime fortresses, impenetrable from all save a prolonged seige. A seige that the boys could never hope to muster in this time of need. "All right boys. Since you're not armed and we're in girl central, I've given you a little leeway. You'll be monitored, but only by cameras. You're free to wander as you will. Any questions?"
***
Erik, through the dissipating mist, could see several girls, a bit androgynous, kneeling over their pursuers punching them senseless. One of the pursuing girls was still standing, though out of ammo and blind it wasn't too long before she too was knocked out by a resisting girl. The stealth agent definitely still had the element of surprise and seemed to be the only one with a working gun.
***
"Well one of the big disadvantages and, in your case, advantage, to changing your gender without Femme X are the mental changes. You're still you, just a girl now on the outside. Problem is, you'll have to now practice your own skills of makeup and fashion. I'm sure you'll get to it in good time." she said with a smile as she took her stethoscope and placed it up Jaina's shirt, asking her to breathe, while her other hand began to press on the new girl's breasts, hips, and frankly anywhere else surgery had been done to make sure no infection or otherwise had occured.
***
The girl officer stared Alex down with an oddly terrifying scrutiny. She didn't speak as she closed the distance between Alex, her gaze wandering the girl's body as if that might betray her lie. "I think I recall your name on the roster...not much information other than your name. Glad that you're back, though, safe and sound it seems. Who's your companion you're waiting for, I'll help return you to her." she said with a slightly bemused tone. Greenies were always so fun to intimidate.
***
"Very good, Girly." the girl said with a confident tone, pushing Walt hard into the table surface so that his head bashed into the map. Weakened as he was, darkness quickly took his senses.
When Walt awoke, he found himself sitting in a bright room, pink and padded on all sides it seemed like Barbie's Funhouse Asylum. There was only one door, the sole window plated with glass, and a single camera pointing at his corner. He felt a pain, as if he'd been stuck with a needle, in his other side and for a moment he couldn't quite separate relief from fear. Yes he was being drugged with hormones, no he wasn't going to be all mismatched like his torturer had promised. He wasn't bound, nor was he drowzy or lethargic as he'd been in the interrogation room...though he was starving.
***
Like hyenas to a corpse, the girls swarmed Damian in a gleeful laughter that soon had the boy's limb each pulled in an opposite direction as a girl each claimed his nails for their own. They weren't going to be cruel and paint each of his hands and feet a different color and decided on a sultry crimson to match the girl's sexy evening-wear. As those girls got to work, another pair began to rub Damian's shoulders, "Relax, Honey. You've had a rough day at war and it's time you relax. We've already done our makeovers, we can all help to do yours!" one said excited as another scooted between the boy's right arm and leg, dipping a bristled brush into a dark bottle of mascara. "Now hold still." she said as she gently brushed the black ink through the boy's eyelashes, the curving hairs becoming longer, fuller, and more pronounced on his face. Despite the sudden situation, he couldn't deny the comfort the girl's had seemed to provide for him...
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Alyse looked to Julie, her often cold, sarcastic eyes seemed to warm instantly to Julie's plight, "Well...that's a bad situation. On the one hand, you can't deny a direct order. On the other, I'm pretty sure both Alice and I would miss you pretty bad. Alice especially." she gave a small smirk as her arm wrapped around Julie, pulling her closer so that the special ops agent's head rested on her shoulder. "Although...there might be a way around it...though it would come at a heavy price."
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Wendel's eyes widened at the ancient-looking plane, though his gaze quickly shifted to the upgraded and jury-rigged parts Isaac had added. At the mention of another seat, the small boy quickly dashed toward the plane, clambering up the jungle-gym of equipment into the back seat. He looked in awe, his mouth silently opened as his hands gently stroked the gun and the rim of the seat. In his examination, he started clicking from his armband So we going now or is there anything I can help fixing before our mission? he paused, blushing a little, I mean your mission.
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