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As soon as she'd been told that she'd likely go back to being herself sooner rather than later, Kate had found herself really enjoying the whole being a boy thing. Her centre of balance had been a little off at first, but peeing had been a pretty huge success and there was something extremely entertaining in trying to convince Marshall that he needed to wear a princess dress.
Or, at the very least, a super short skirt.
But since Marshall didn't seem as excited about that as Kate did and because his clothes were too small for her now pretty awesomely broad shoulders, Kate was downstairs again, sifting through men's clothes. She wanted to wear a suit and she wanted to wear a tuxedo and she wanted to wear board shorts and a t-shirt and she wanted to wear every single piece of male clothing she could find. The problem was that she didn't have enough time to wear everything.
She'd have to experiment with other things.
Settling on a pair of jeans and a grey t-shirt (dressed an awful lot like her father dressed, although she didn't realize it), Kate headed back outside into the sunlight. She'd have to find Harry at some point and tell him, that would probably be the good girlfriend thing to do, and she was pretty glad her parents weren't here to see this, but it was fun.
Even just standing there outside the Compound felt different. Like she was wearing someone else's body and commanding it was just a little trickier than her own.
Turning, Kate headed for the boardwalk, nearly tripping over her own new feet in the process. "Jesus," she muttered, but she was still grinning. How could anyone not love this?
Or, at the very least, a super short skirt.
But since Marshall didn't seem as excited about that as Kate did and because his clothes were too small for her now pretty awesomely broad shoulders, Kate was downstairs again, sifting through men's clothes. She wanted to wear a suit and she wanted to wear a tuxedo and she wanted to wear board shorts and a t-shirt and she wanted to wear every single piece of male clothing she could find. The problem was that she didn't have enough time to wear everything.
She'd have to experiment with other things.
Settling on a pair of jeans and a grey t-shirt (dressed an awful lot like her father dressed, although she didn't realize it), Kate headed back outside into the sunlight. She'd have to find Harry at some point and tell him, that would probably be the good girlfriend thing to do, and she was pretty glad her parents weren't here to see this, but it was fun.
Even just standing there outside the Compound felt different. Like she was wearing someone else's body and commanding it was just a little trickier than her own.
Turning, Kate headed for the boardwalk, nearly tripping over her own new feet in the process. "Jesus," she muttered, but she was still grinning. How could anyone not love this?