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Hawkeye was accustomed to waking up in unfamiliar beds with unfamiliar women, but this was the first time he had woken up literally inside one. He'd known immediately that something was wrong. Nerves were reporting sensation from parts he didn't even have, his brain's internal map telling him that he was not his usual tall and gangly shape. When Hawkeye finally opened his bleary eyes and saw a woman's face reflected in the mirror by the bed, he was barely even surprised.
He'd not been able to stop giggling to himself as he got ready that morning. He'd gleefully raided the woman's wardrobe and make-up box, feeling like a child playing dress-up as he picked out an outfit. Now and then he paused to strike a pose in the mirror, or to give his newfound breasts a good jiggle, just for the joy of being able to get away with it.
Hawkeye didn't know the name of the woman whose body he was currently inhabiting, but he recognised her as another island resident. If his understanding of island madness was correct, there were probably plenty of other people who'd woken up today not quite feeling their usual self, so to speak. Many of them probably wouldn't be very happy about that, but Hawkeye thought it was downright hilarious. He just hoped that whoever was lucky enough to have woken up inside him wouldn't screw around with his still.
Fully dressed and made-up at last, Hawkeye strutted out of the room and down the Compound stairs, teetering on stiletto heels. With the short skirt and the fox fur slung around his shoulders, his hair messy and flopping in his eyes (just as it was in his usual body), he looked like a hungover debutante creeping home after a night of debauchery. Hawkeye felt it rather suited him. He paused at the Compound door, one hand with elegantly painted nails resting on the doorframe, and grinned from ear to ear.
"Well, hello, island," he said, enjoying the new and strange way the words came from his mouth. "I think you and me are gonna have a lot of fun." And with that, he sashayed out into the sunshine, looking forward to finding out just how ridiculous things had got.
First things first, though, he was going back to his hut and having himself a nice big morning martini. No matter whose body he was in, some things were always welcome.
[Catch him anywhere between the Compound and the south side of the island, looking thoroughly trashy.]
He'd not been able to stop giggling to himself as he got ready that morning. He'd gleefully raided the woman's wardrobe and make-up box, feeling like a child playing dress-up as he picked out an outfit. Now and then he paused to strike a pose in the mirror, or to give his newfound breasts a good jiggle, just for the joy of being able to get away with it.
Hawkeye didn't know the name of the woman whose body he was currently inhabiting, but he recognised her as another island resident. If his understanding of island madness was correct, there were probably plenty of other people who'd woken up today not quite feeling their usual self, so to speak. Many of them probably wouldn't be very happy about that, but Hawkeye thought it was downright hilarious. He just hoped that whoever was lucky enough to have woken up inside him wouldn't screw around with his still.
Fully dressed and made-up at last, Hawkeye strutted out of the room and down the Compound stairs, teetering on stiletto heels. With the short skirt and the fox fur slung around his shoulders, his hair messy and flopping in his eyes (just as it was in his usual body), he looked like a hungover debutante creeping home after a night of debauchery. Hawkeye felt it rather suited him. He paused at the Compound door, one hand with elegantly painted nails resting on the doorframe, and grinned from ear to ear.
"Well, hello, island," he said, enjoying the new and strange way the words came from his mouth. "I think you and me are gonna have a lot of fun." And with that, he sashayed out into the sunshine, looking forward to finding out just how ridiculous things had got.
First things first, though, he was going back to his hut and having himself a nice big morning martini. No matter whose body he was in, some things were always welcome.
[Catch him anywhere between the Compound and the south side of the island, looking thoroughly trashy.]