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Not quite like clockwork, but reliable nonetheless, the island had unleashed its unique brand of mischief on the island once again. Ianto had been pleasantly surprised upon waking up that morning to find that he, for once, had not changed. There had been a ginger male in his bed, but that had been sorted out easily and enjoyably enough. Gwen was a teenager now, which unsettled Ianto only because it felt like a sneak peek into his future. Time couldn't move slow enough.
Cadi, too, had escaped unscathed, so father and daughter had done what only seemed natural: headed to the Hub. Age, body, gender, it didn't matter what had been swapped around. In times of crisis, everyone needed a drink and having one's own body completely changed without one's prior approval counted as a crisis. Ianto planned to open early and stay open late. He wasn't entirely sure how many people would want to make use of her services, but he preferred to be there than have some desperate individual ransack his stores.
[[Age/sex-switch gathering post. All ages are welcome in the Hub. Open through the weekend.]]
Cadi, too, had escaped unscathed, so father and daughter had done what only seemed natural: headed to the Hub. Age, body, gender, it didn't matter what had been swapped around. In times of crisis, everyone needed a drink and having one's own body completely changed without one's prior approval counted as a crisis. Ianto planned to open early and stay open late. He wasn't entirely sure how many people would want to make use of her services, but he preferred to be there than have some desperate individual ransack his stores.
[[Age/sex-switch gathering post. All ages are welcome in the Hub. Open through the weekend.]]