Chase was in the clinic, taking a new inventory. Now that Foreman was there and another doctor named Beckett, apparently, it was probably for the best they have an updated count. There was a woman named Claire Fraser that he really should meet, considering so many files had her name on them, but he was in and out ( Read more... )

With the camera safely tucked away, Chase smiled to herself and tucked it neatly under the bed in the small medical quarters she lived in. No one else was around, still probably freaking about the switched genders, but she was sated and pleased in a way that Chase hadn't been in far too long. She'd changed into a pair of boxers from before and a ( Read more... )

Chase had managed to find a very interesting thing in the compound and she'd grinned, slipping into the red dress she'd found with the push-up bra and began searching for Johnny, the surprise in her hands and hidden behind her back. The dress was short, only went to her thighs, and her hair fell down in waves around her face ( Read more... )

Chase was...a girl. Well, to be perfectly fair, she was a woman. And peering down at herself, she had a pretty decent rack. She'd set out after picking up some sandals and headed for the beach, not out of any real reason but a desire to do so. She exhaled slowly, biting her lip. It felt almost freeing, just wandering ( Read more... )