what a birthday

[not_a_quaker]

The first thing I notice when I wake up is that my bed is much more comfortable than it was when I went to sleep. Then I open my eyes, and see that not only is it much larger, it's also got a sort of strange canopy over it, with some kind of image on it overhead that looks like the sky. There's a card on the pillow next to me that simply says To

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[soldier_singled]

Joe's standing smoking on the boardwalk smoking and trying to get around the fact that he's got a very clear image of David Kenyon Webster's tits in his head, when he looks up and Rita fuckin' Hayworth is walking towards him wearing a Paratrooper jacket, Screaming Eagle and all.

Joe blinks and the cigarette actually slips from his mouth, bouncing against his shirt front on the ay down.

"Jesus Christ."

[not_a_quaker]

I blow out a breath at Lieb's reaction and push back my hair, which is far longer than I'm used to. It's a similar response I'm likely to get from all the men, though, so I suppose I'd better get used to it, as I'm not about to hide myself away for however long this lasts.

"Joe, it's Major Winters," I say, my arms crossed over my front.

[soldier_singled]

Now, an hour or so ago, Joe's reaction to that would have been bullshit, because even in anybody's wildest dreams, there ain't no way that Major Richard Winters is getting confused with Rita fuckin' Hayworth. But then there's what he's just seen in Web's bedroom, and, well, Joe supposes that he's gotta accept it.

"Lookin' good, Major Winters," he says, with a cocky grin.

[not_a_quaker]

"Thank you, Liebgott," I reply dryly, with a somewhat sarcastic look. Of course, after the initial reaction of shock is sure to come the ribbing. "I see you've been spared this little island joke."

[yo_babe]

Babe's never actually felt hatred toward the island, but he damn sure does now. He'd hated to leave Eden, but he had to get outta there. He hasn't talked to anyone about it, but only 'cause he doesn't want to just yet. He's comin' back from the compound after a shower when he sees her, and he stops 'cause that's what ya do when she walks by. You stop. You gape. Your trousers get tight. Babe knows he should say somethin', but what the hell do you say to Rita Hayworth?

[not_a_quaker]

Babe's reaction is somewhat unsurprising. Really, I'm just waiting to come across Luz or Guarnere and have them wolf whistle at me. I pull my field jacket tighter around me and go over to where he's standing. "Hey, Babe. It's Major Winters."

[yo_babe]

"Awh, c'mon! Are you serious?!" It shouldn't surprise him since he woke up to a naked man beside him who's actually Eden, but Rita Hayworth? Oh, hell, Winters shoulda been a broad all along.

[not_a_quaker]

"Have I ever been known for kidding around?" I reply with raised eyebrows, and a strange urge to place my hands on my hips and jut one hip out to the side in a decidedly female gesture.

[frakkup]

Kara slowed her mad racing to the Compound, the search for clothes that fit properly immediately stalled by the sight of a woman in an Easy jacket.

"Which one are you?" she asked, raising a half-salute just in case.

[not_a_quaker]

It's not a full salute, but I return it anyway, automatically, and then immediately go back to crossing my arms across my front. "Major Dick Winters," I say, my eyes narrowing slightly as I try to figure out who I'm talking to since they seem to recognize the jacket.

[frakkup]

"Captain Kara Thrace," repeated Kara just as formally, and with a proper salute this time. "It's..." She put her hands on her hips, startled as ever to find them so narrow. "Weird to be taller than you, sir."

[not_a_quaker]

"It's just as weird to be shorter, Captain," I reply, and find myself noticing to my slight horror how handsome Kara is as a man. I suppose with this female body I've got all the female traits to go with it, hormones and all.

[vat_69]

Rita Hayworth is slipping barefoot down the front steps of the Officer's Club. Rita fucking Hayworth, and she's wearing Dick's jacket, flaming red hair tumbling over shoulders clad in olive drab, and Lew can't help but think he's just won the nutty island jackpot.

"Morning," he greets upon approach, on his way back from the chaos of the Homestead, no coffee gained for his efforts but at least better informed.

[not_a_quaker]

"Morning, Nix," I reply, letting out a puff of breath directed upwards to get the hair off of my face. Out of anyone here, he'd better know it's me. "Apparently the island has decided I look like Rita Hayworth as a woman."

[vat_69]

Having had the slightest inkling of who this is makes it no less shocking or daunting a prospect, the amalgamation of several fantasies standing before him in clothes that don't fit. "Well," he begins, needing to say something to justify his continued staring, "It could definitely be worse. If you're going to be a woman, might as well be fucking gorgeous."

[not_a_quaker]

The way Nix is looking at me makes something stir within me that I choose not to examine too closely. "I'm sure the men will get a kick out of it, at least, temporarily having a movie star as their CO," I say with a wry smile. Walking towards each other, we meet in the middle, and it's very odd, being so much shorter than usual and having to look up at him.

[endlessdel]

Del was on her way up to the compound, making a slow and rather steady pace of it when she spotted the pretty redhead going the same way. Her hair never looked like that; beautiful and bloody and cascading. It always just looked like rather boring hair.

"Hi," Delirium said with a playful smile as the woman caught up with her. "yOUR hAir is LovELy, LiKE kiTTens and seX."

[not_a_quaker]

Even though I know Del's prone to saying such odd things, I'm still a little taken aback by my now-long hair being compared to sex. "Er, thank you, Del," I reply, my arms crossed tightly over my front as I glance over at her. "I don't usually look like this. It's Dick Winters."

[endlessdel]

"oH, OH THAT'S a shAME." Delirium said making a face and glanced down as he crossed his hand over his chest. Some people had all the fun. She got big and round and sexually frustrated and a very small bladder and he got to look like a walking orgasm. "a rEAL SHamE, i coULD Spend HOURS HapPiLY BETweEN Your thighS. yOU'RE REALLY PrETTY LiKE that."

[not_a_quaker]

I'm not the type of person to blush, but I'm sure if I was that comment would have my cheeks matching my hair. "I - I'm on my way to the compound to try and find something that fits me," I say, stammering slightly in my embarrassment. "Apparently I'm much smaller as a woman."