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[rage_andlove]

People keep telling him that it's not going to last and, Jesus, he hopes so. There's no way he's getting used to this. Mace was actually pretty helpful, earlier, helped him to find cargo shorts and a tank top which fit, the pants long enough in the leg to hide his stump, more or less. He's absolutely ignoring the way that this body reacted to

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[number_unlucky]

Truth be told, waking up in a genetically male body wasn't exactly as startling as it might have been, once--after becoming a twittering weepy dumbass mess, that one creepy weekend, I was happy to just have my own damn personality, dick or no dick. It wasn't like I hadn't handled them before in a variety of settings, not just sex. Doctor, remember?

It was a little weird that I looked like my cousins, but I was coping. I hadn't been able to bring myself to shave, though. The idea creeped me out.

I sauntered down the boardwalk, slightly startled by the sight of a young woman in a wheelchair. As far as I knew, there was only one person currently using one on the island, and this...

Oh. Right.

[rage_andlove]

He's getting better with the wheelchair. He can at least keep it in a straight line now. Most of the time. He almost rolls straight into the guy on the boardwalk but manages to come to a halt. He looks up at him.

"You're kind of a fuckin' obstacle, dude."

[number_unlucky]

I looked her over and then recognized some of the tattoos, which solidified my hunch. "I make a better door than a window, I guess? Sorry. Uh, are you new?"

It was better than making a guess and being fuck all wrong.

[rage_andlove]

"I've been here long enough to be fucking sick of the clinic, if that's what you mean," says Tunny, almost smiling, shoving the curtain of reddish hair back from his face with one gloved hand.

"Tunny. Joe. Whatever-the-fuck you like."