It's Going to Be a Good Day (backdated to Saturday afternoon)- OTA, tag Hannibal
Draco held more than a little disdain for the village and its antics, but the gender switching was quite harmless. For him, anyway. The confusion it spread was highly entertaining. Funny, though, how neither The Sin nor Franks slowed down in business. The head counts actually seemed to increase. Despite the extra work, Draco had taken the day off - he wasn't going to miss all the fun! That was the great thing about being the boss and having well-trained underlings. You could trust that things wouldn't go tits up without you around.
Speaking of tits. Lyra's - as Draco was known when dressing as or currently in the female form - were looking great today. Ah, the wonders of lingerie! And shopping. God, did she love shopping. The tall blonde woman slowly walked the streets of the village, peering into windows she had walked past a dozen times before. But she had a proper body to decorate today, and that made all the difference. Humming to herself, Lyra paused in front of a shoe store window display. Her closet was full of shoes already, but the majority fit Draco's feet, not hers. She was currently wearing an old pair left over from the last time his magic had rolled into the village.
Lyra peered closer. She spotted a pair of pointe shoes mixed in with the sport types and she actually whined. "Such a tease," she pouted. "Almost worth the broken ankles..."
Speaking of tits. Lyra's - as Draco was known when dressing as or currently in the female form - were looking great today. Ah, the wonders of lingerie! And shopping. God, did she love shopping. The tall blonde woman slowly walked the streets of the village, peering into windows she had walked past a dozen times before. But she had a proper body to decorate today, and that made all the difference. Humming to herself, Lyra paused in front of a shoe store window display. Her closet was full of shoes already, but the majority fit Draco's feet, not hers. She was currently wearing an old pair left over from the last time his magic had rolled into the village.
Lyra peered closer. She spotted a pair of pointe shoes mixed in with the sport types and she actually whined. "Such a tease," she pouted. "Almost worth the broken ankles..."