This new one's made of Skin; I can see her

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DATE: Day 67 || At the Start of the Genderswap plot. Yes.
CHARACTER(S): Tony Stark [ extremisshield] and Norman Osborn [neverapologizes]
STATUS: Closed // Complete
SUMMARY: Oh god, what do you people think? REALLY. Genderchange plot is a go, and well. Well. Yes.
LOCATION: Cabin 411

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[neverapologizes]

Tony's views on sleep were surprisingly similar to Norman's, who would certainly given up sleep given the option. He did it often enough as it was, but in the end the lack of sleep always would catch up with him.

The slight shifting in the bed didn't wake up Norman per se, who was now sleeping off a rather long 72 or so hour all-nighter as well as another headache. That seemed to be a side-effect from whatever it was he'd taken, although part of that was just the regular symptoms he was already growing used to. But it was an important time for him -- he took advantage of every chance he could to further his research, difficult to do when Tony Stark was always monitoring him.

He turned on his side, body accustomed to turning away from the center by now. He didn't want to be any closer to Tony than he could help.

[extremisshield]

Tony fell into sleep fitfully, finally managing to shut enough of his brain off to be considered some fashion of sleep as he laid there. Unfortunately, it wasn't exactly the kind of sleep he probably needed with as many all-nighters as he tended to pull.

That was probably where the trouble came in. Extremis was laced into the monitoring systems, into the electronics everywhere, so while Tony rested in some form or fashion, his brain recoiled at the feeling of something, but it was too late. It latched on, and although Tony didn't notice it, a jolt went through his body.

Somehow he still slept, and while he did, things weren't exactly peachy-keen on the physical front.

[neverapologizes]

At some point in the night, Norman felt Tony's foot jab him in the back, and he furrowed his eyebrows in frustration, turning and shoving his roommate over. But his arm was met with softness where he was used to Stark's obnoxiously unpliable body, softness that even in his sleep Norman's mind recognized as a woman.

He turned over all the way, opening one eye blearily. There was a hazy view of a dark-haired woman next to him, and he closed his eyes again, still not really awake. Was that Emily? His body drew a little closer, one arm wrapping over the other person. If there was a woman in his bed, it must be his wife, because there was no other woman he'd be sharing a bed with; that was the instinctual reasoning behind this body's movement. The logic of the where's and how's and when's didn't factor while he was asleep.

[extremisshield]

After the initial shock, Tony's mind had completely shut down. All of it. It was a rare thing that he would actually sleep, and have real sleep, but unbeknownst to him, he actually needed it as his body changed.

Osborn had noticed it before he did, but he was so deeply asleep that the only thing he registered was that there was warmth over him, before his brain kicked the bleary consciousness out, and forced him to fall back into a deep sleep.

However, Tony wasn't the kind of man to sleep for long, and after six hours, his natural clock won over exhaustion, and his eyes snapped open. There was an arm draped over his body, and if it had been even remotely feminine, he wouldn't have minded, but it was obviously male, and obviously belonged to...

Even Tony felt the bile rise in his throat. What was Osborn doing spooning him. In the middle of the night? He decided not to move, barely breathe.

Oh this was going to be tricky.

[neverapologizes]

In his sleep, Norman's mind had placed him back in New York again, sleeping like it was any other day and the world hadn't exploded. He wasn't a very intimate or romantic man, but Norman tried to make sure he held her at nights, for all the lack of affection either of them displayed during the day. Anyway, it was a familiar feeling.

He furrowed his eyebrows, grimacing slightly, his head still aching. Today, tomorrow, whenever, he still had a lot of work to do to -- his projects were coming together slowly, but surely, but for now it was nice to take a few more minutes to just let himself rest. He curled a little closer to Tony, though it still fell very short of being affectionate. His face was blank and his brow wrinkled, teeth grinding together in his sleep, his other hand under his pillow.

[extremisshield]

Tony turned slightly. He (she?) grimaced, and swallowed slightly. Oh what was this!? He squirmed, before shutting his eyes, and squirmed some more. Oh come on, he could normally shift and the man would shoot 10 feet into the air.

Really, why he needed a glider to fly...Or well, the one from his universe? Whatever, it was still Norman Osborn, and that equated in Tony's mind that this man was still the Goblin, or would be. Regardless.

He tried to calm his mind. He couldn't be this distracted. He wondered if-

Tony smirked to himself before carefully schooling his features, and reached out with the mental connections, prodding the alarms in the room gently to go off.

The room was filled with the sound of the alarm, and Tony played his part perfectly, he groaned and buried his head under his pillow. His skin crawled that Osborn was still touching him.

[neverapologizes]

At the sound of the alarm, Norman's eyes shot open. It was enough to wake him up completely, because sleeping in wasn't something Norman needed to do, nor cared to do.

But there was something a lot different about these sleeping arrangements. He was more in the center of the bed (that was the first thing he noticed), and he...

Norman sat up quickly, pulling away from Tony and staring at the strange woman in his bed. He'd dreamt he was back in New York, sleeping in his own bed, and apparently this was why. There was a WOMAN in his bed, and she was most definitely not his wife. He blanched and grimaced, scooting to his edge of the bed, teeth grinding in anger. He hadn't seen this woman before, but he had not agreed to allowing any of Tony Stark's little concubines overnight visits. The thought repulsed him rather violently, and he shuddered very slightly in disgust.

[extremisshield]

Tony would definitely be a bit miffed to know he was being referred to as one of his own concubines, but thankfully, he was not, nor would he ever be a telepath. Something he had to admit that he was eternally grateful for.

Now, however, there was the problem that he was bare from the chest up, and since he definitely couldn't feel the weight of...well, to put it politely himself down there...

Oh no, there wasn't any-

He used the cameras to focus in, picking up the signal in his mind, before he practically shot out of the bed, still wearing his boxers, and looking down at himself, breasts and all.

He might have been facing the bed.

"Oh you are kidding me!" he complained. His voice...it wasn't his voice. Well, there were enough inflections from his tone to be his, but it was higher, and might have been a little squeaky in sheer panic.

[neverapologizes]

Norman grimaced and shifted his gaze away, teeth still grinding. He forced himself to stop, clenching his jaw. Not just topless, but wearing Stark's underwear, too -- it was the most inappropriate, shameless thing that man had done yet. If only they weren't roommates; then Norman wouldn't care less.

But waking up with his arms around a strange woman wasn't #1. on Norman's to-do list. Nor was having to deal with a strange nearly naked woman the morning after. Just what the devil was going on?

He sighed, keeping his eyes off her. "If you're looking for Tony Stark, I'd say your safest bet would be the labs."

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Tony looked over at Norman, and glared. Oh, it was probably a bit more impetuous than his usual glare, bottom lip adding more pout now that he was female.

"I know where Tony Stark is, Osborn," he growled, a hand resting on his hip.

Then he looked back down, and then looked over each shoulder. He raised a finger, prodding at one of the holes that were still on his skin. They were small, but thankfully they were still there. Good. He would hate to be caught that useless if something were to happen within the next few days.

He was still bare from the waist up. Sighing, he gave Osborn another glare, before turning to give himself a moment to check down below, prying open the boxers to take a quick peek and-

Well, at least it hadn't been half-and-half.