From Alicante to The Apartment, New York, Saturday

[seveninchmotto]

This morning, in her bed at her father's house in Alicante, Isabelle had woken up to feeling uncomfortable. It hadn't taken her long to realize why. Overnight, she'd become -- well, the wrong shape for pretty much everything she'd been wearing to sleep in. So, right, they were doing this again. She would've assumed Fandom's magic couldn't work

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[flickofawrist]

Flick had to admit that his first thought upon seeing pictures of an unfamiliar guy coming to him from Isabelle's phone taken in their bedroom was rage. Anger. It was a completely involuntary reaction that he quickly tamped down on when he thought things through.

Isabelle wouldn't cheat on him. Isabelle loved him and adored him and was going to marry him. This had to be -- ooooh, this had to be her in some nice looking man's body.

That's my shirt he texted as he tried to book a portal back to New York.

[seveninchmotto]

See? Smart boy figuring it out.

I think you'll find it's mine currently, Isabelle sent back, pleased that he had to be on his way since he was texting her back. Good. That earned him a photo with the shirt unbuttoned, too.

Turned out she was just as fit with a male body as she was in her usual form.

[flickofawrist]

You're getting boy cooties on it, Flick sent, snickering and exchanging some money for a portal that left in about ten minutes.

Is that hair on your chest? Flick asked while he waited for the portal to queue itself up and make itself safe to travel through.

[seveninchmotto]

Yes. I find it unnecessary but it doesn't spoil the package.

Because it was a great package. She was tall and strong, just like she liked it.