Mardi Gras -- day one
Teja doesn't think of the strange holiday Yrael had mentioned yesterday when he comes down this morning for his tea. He is still somewhat irritated at the brief conversation he just had on the stairs with the purple godling, who seemed to infer in cryptic tones that he wasn't ready yet to take pity upon poor Jason in his female shape, as he deserved it still.
Teja wonders, briefly, why he gets a long string of flimsy heart-shaped beads with his tea; he holds them in his hands and sips when suddenly, everything changes.
Body, posture, balance, feeling, hair, clothes -- everything different!!
Now he remembers the holiday. He is changed again, and this time, changed to...
He looks down upon himself, and then realises that...
She cannot stifle a brief moan of despair at the broad, stiff girdle she is wearing, the welled-filled blouse peeking out, the high-heeled boots. Teja manages neither to drop the tea, nor reach for his -- her! -- crotch for that which, most likely, is no longer there.
"How long will this last?"
Teja wonders, briefly, why he gets a long string of flimsy heart-shaped beads with his tea; he holds them in his hands and sips when suddenly, everything changes.
Body, posture, balance, feeling, hair, clothes -- everything different!!
Now he remembers the holiday. He is changed again, and this time, changed to...
He looks down upon himself, and then realises that...
She cannot stifle a brief moan of despair at the broad, stiff girdle she is wearing, the welled-filled blouse peeking out, the high-heeled boots. Teja manages neither to drop the tea, nor reach for his -- her! -- crotch for that which, most likely, is no longer there.
"How long will this last?"