The Most Un-PC Ass-Kicking Thread Ever :|
Who: Mozenrath, Paddy, eventually Uhura, possibly Scotty?
Where: Inmate Lavatory
When: Sometime after lunch, during the flood.
What: Ridiculously one-sided violence.
Mozenrath splashed water in his face from the sink and looked up at the mirror. To say he'd grown accustomed to the changes in this body would have been giving him too much credit. He still looked shocked when he saw himself in the mirror. The female version of him was shorter, lighter, and altogether daintier than he saw himself as, and it had been Hell adjusting his clothing accordingly -- being too proud to ask to borrow from anyone else. Besides, even if he found clothing that fit -- what was the likelihood of him changing back while he was still wearing them?
No, this was safer. If he had to leave his room for the odd meal when his hunger strike failed to hold out, or to bathe, or whatever else, he might as well have been in clothes he'd feel less mortified to be seen in if and when this flood decided to subside. Of course, there was still Montgomery Scott's lingering threat to keep him this way -- the unfairness of which continued to nag at him, and given the much more sensitive boundaries of this female body and all the odd shifts in mood that came with, he chose not to linger on it too long lest another incident as had happened the other night with Shego came about.
He glowered at his much-too-feminine self in the mirror.
Where: Inmate Lavatory
When: Sometime after lunch, during the flood.
What: Ridiculously one-sided violence.
Mozenrath splashed water in his face from the sink and looked up at the mirror. To say he'd grown accustomed to the changes in this body would have been giving him too much credit. He still looked shocked when he saw himself in the mirror. The female version of him was shorter, lighter, and altogether daintier than he saw himself as, and it had been Hell adjusting his clothing accordingly -- being too proud to ask to borrow from anyone else. Besides, even if he found clothing that fit -- what was the likelihood of him changing back while he was still wearing them?
No, this was safer. If he had to leave his room for the odd meal when his hunger strike failed to hold out, or to bathe, or whatever else, he might as well have been in clothes he'd feel less mortified to be seen in if and when this flood decided to subside. Of course, there was still Montgomery Scott's lingering threat to keep him this way -- the unfairness of which continued to nag at him, and given the much more sensitive boundaries of this female body and all the odd shifts in mood that came with, he chose not to linger on it too long lest another incident as had happened the other night with Shego came about.
He glowered at his much-too-feminine self in the mirror.