just when you think you're in control
The fact that this switch is wrong on so many levels doesn't escape Claire. She's been around long enough to know that it isn't rare for people to wake up in bodies that clearly aren't their own, or for them to be bowled over by any number of strange physical changes, but even Claire has to admit, she's not sure whether it's better or worse to have woken up in the body of a friend. There are some small favors, at least. She's not in Chris' body, not in Peter Parker's, nor Eduardo's- the list of people goes on and on. Still, Claire can't help but feel a little disgruntled and more than a little unnerved at having to wake up to this in the morning, hair somehow cropped short and something very noticeable between her legs.
Fortunately, she knows where Maxxie lives, and hopefully as soon as she finds him, the both of them can work out boundaries and the best course of action to take for the next few days, or however long the switch lasts.
Thankful for the slew of large t-shirts that she keeps in her dresses, Claire hopes that Maxxie won't be too distraught at the fact that she simply doesn't have anything that breathes more for down than a pair of boxer briefs, and does her best to shimmy into a pair of sweatshorts (with the word 'SASSY' spelled out on the back) before kneeling beside her bedroom dresser. Even as her nose wrinkles at the task, she tosses as much as might be necessary into a bag. Clean underwear (is that too weird?), a few bras, some of her more nondescript t-shirts, a couple pears of jean shorts. As an afterthought, she also wraps her flip-flops in an old towel and throws those in too, before sneaking out of the hut and heading straight in the direction of Maxxie's place.
Desperately hoping that she doesn't run into anyone else before him.
Fortunately, she knows where Maxxie lives, and hopefully as soon as she finds him, the both of them can work out boundaries and the best course of action to take for the next few days, or however long the switch lasts.
Thankful for the slew of large t-shirts that she keeps in her dresses, Claire hopes that Maxxie won't be too distraught at the fact that she simply doesn't have anything that breathes more for down than a pair of boxer briefs, and does her best to shimmy into a pair of sweatshorts (with the word 'SASSY' spelled out on the back) before kneeling beside her bedroom dresser. Even as her nose wrinkles at the task, she tosses as much as might be necessary into a bag. Clean underwear (is that too weird?), a few bras, some of her more nondescript t-shirts, a couple pears of jean shorts. As an afterthought, she also wraps her flip-flops in an old towel and throws those in too, before sneaking out of the hut and heading straight in the direction of Maxxie's place.
Desperately hoping that she doesn't run into anyone else before him.