Magic Box, Sunday, 04/02
Anders had missed enough work lately without calling in female, so here he was at the Magic Box today.
He'd gotten used to most things about his new body. (It helped that this form wasn't particularly gifted with a womanly figure, honestly.) But when it came time to restock the shelves, he found himself really missing that extra six inches in height. With a sigh, he rummaged around in the back room for a stepstool. Hopping up and down holding pickled newt tail seemed like a good way to have a very embarrassing accident.
[OOC: Open shop, open post.]
He'd gotten used to most things about his new body. (It helped that this form wasn't particularly gifted with a womanly figure, honestly.) But when it came time to restock the shelves, he found himself really missing that extra six inches in height. With a sigh, he rummaged around in the back room for a stepstool. Hopping up and down holding pickled newt tail seemed like a good way to have a very embarrassing accident.
[OOC: Open shop, open post.]