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[vvdanicavv]

Hawkeye was accustomed to waking up in unfamiliar beds with unfamiliar women, but this was the first time he had woken up literally inside one. He'd known immediately that something was wrong. Nerves were reporting sensation from parts he didn't even have, his brain's internal map telling him that he was not his usual tall and gangly shape. When

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[codexthepriest]

"Wait! Come back!" Danica called out just as her own body was leaving the Compound. She let out a small, nervous sound as she moved closer to the exit, clasping her hands in front of her to stop from wringing them anxiously. "Or don't. That's really up to you. I didn't mean to yell, I'm sorry." She caught herself when she spotted what she was dressed in. Danica hadn't had a bad hair day in over a century and yet here she was, staring one in the face. She lowered her gaze and looked at her fluffy slippered feet.

"Actually, I did mean to yell," she continued, swallowing a lump and willing herself to be assertive. "Because...because..." She raised a finger and pointed it accusingly at...herself. "You have my body! And I'd like it back!" The anxiety built in her chest. Goodness, she wanted to cry. Her face scrunched up a little and she took a couple of deep breaths. "Please. If that's not too much trouble."

[vvdanicavv]

Hawkeye raised an eyebrow, looking the girl up and down.

"I would if I could but I obviously can't," he snapped. It wasn't generally like him to be that tetchy, but right now he felt annoyed at having someone getting in between him and a stiff drink. "It's just the island being the island; give it a few days and you'll have this body back good as new. And in the meantime, it's mine!"

He stuck his tongue out at her, and began to walk away.

[codexthepriest]

"No, wait, I--!" Danica willed herself to follow and got one foot out the door before instinct took over and she froze. Her own memories of getting attacked in the jungle and ending up scarred for life seemed to terrify her body even more and she let out another nervous noise, holding onto the door-frame. "Don't get me dirty!"

[vvdanicavv]

"Are you usually this jittery?" Hawkeye said, turning back to look at her properly. From the few times he'd encountered the girl in her usual body, he recalled her as being generally rather surly in disposition. As for himself, he felt suddenly inclined to have fun with her obvious nervousness and see just how far he could push this thing.

"Don't worry," he said, standing with hand on hip. "I'll take good care of you." He glanced down at his own chest, smirking. "Very good care."

[asher_talos]

The island was fucking everyone over again. What was new? And though it hadn't affected Asher directly this time around, that didn't mean he was completely out of the woods.

After waking up to a weird redhead who wasn't Del and claimed to be Danica, he knew he was in for a long couple of days. He probably just should have been happy that he got to wear his own skin for it. And finding his sister's quickly became a priority once it seemed like the neurotic, mousy thing Danica was in had calmed down enough to leave her alone.

His eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw his sister's body, and he reached out and hooked his fingers around he fur before she managed to get too far from the compound stairs. "Not so fast." There were ground rules to set and a whole lot of intimidation tactics to get through. "Name? And also, you're wearing my sister, not a two dollar hooker! I know she owns a fucking mirror."

[vvdanicavv]

Hawkeye made a startled noise, narrowly avoiding a sprained ankle as his heels skidded on the floor. He pulled himself free from the man's grasp.

"Hey, get your dirty paws off my scarf!" he said, clutching it against his chest. "Well, actually, it's not my scarf - which is all the more reason for you to not pull its head off." He gave the man a suspicious look, eyes narrowing. A funny sense of deja-vu swept through him, which was swiftly explained when the man went on to declare that Hawkeye's new body belonged to his sister.

"I'm Hawkeye Pierce. I can hardly help the clothes, they were all I had to work with," he said, flicking hair back from his face again. "If you let me past, I can go to my hut and find something a little more modest."

[asher_talos]

"Why? You have womens' clothing in that hut?" At least a cross dresser would be more comfortable than ever inside the body of a woman, he thought. Not the worst switch as far as they went. Then he remembered he didn't really give a shit about anyone's comfort, least of all being some cross dressing freak who was stuck inside his sister. "She is going to kill you when this is over... I hope you know that."

And of course, he was going to have to help her hide the body. What else were big brothers for?

[vvdanicavv]

Hawkeye frowned, not quite sure he followed the man's logic.

"What? Just because I'm woman-shaped doesn't mean I have to wear women's clothing," he said. He hadn't intended to change - he was having too much fun playing dress-up - but he was considering grabbing his cowboy hat so people could tell it was him in here. And if later he got sick of the skirts and heels and decided to change into something more comfortable, that was hardly outrageous.

"And so what if I did have women's clothing in my hut? Some of my best friends wear women's clothing. Some of them are even women." He rolled his eyes, and turned to move away, haughtily flicking the fox-fur over his shoulder as he went. Going to kill him, they said. He'd like to see 'em try. They couldn't be any worse than the North Koreans.

[hbicheer]

"Was he any good?" Rizzo asked, continually disoriented by the sweet-sounding voice of her new body. Her new, blonde, blue-eyed, pregnant body. She was hormonal, and cranky, and had almost vomited several times already, and was horny, goddammit. And the bun in her oven wasn't even hers, but she had the most ridiculous protectiveness of it. She'd had one hell of a morning, and was green with envy if this chick had just gotten her kicks all night.

[vvdanicavv]

"Was who?" Hawkeye stopped, and then realised what he looked like. Oh, right. He snickered. "No, you've got it all wrong. I'm not staggering home after a night of passion with a tall dark handsome stranger - I in fact am a tall dark handsome stranger who has somehow ended up inside the body of this chick I don't even know." He shrugged, and tossed his hair back again. "Could be worse. At least I'm still good-looking."

He looked the girl up and down, riffling through his memories to put a name to the face. Heavily pregnant teenagers were not easily forgotten, and he soon came up with the goods.

"Wait, you're Quinn, aren't you? From the glee club? It's me, Hawkeye. I auditioned with that Cole Porter song."

[hbicheer]

"No kiddin'," Rizzo said, disbelief thoroughly suspended for obvious reasons. Her hands were spread over her belly in a gesture that attempted to relieve the uncomfortableness of the fact that she was smuggling a beachball under an oddly appealing yellow sundress. "Well, Birdie, the name's Rizzo. Taken up singing, have ya?" It was best not to mention that she found herself humming and singing under her breath every so often.

She was sure some headshrinker would be terribly amused by her choice to focus on the singing instead of the fact that he was intimately crossdressing and she was smuggling a foreign baby.

[vvdanicavv]

"Oh, they got you too?" Hawkeye said, looking at Quinn all over again. With the benefit of this extra knowledge, he could tell now that the stance was a little off, the facial expression far more characteristic of Rizzo. Jeez. Looked like she'd got a far worse deal than he had.

"And yeah, I sing. Nothing like a little vaudeville to liven up a shift in the OR. I've got you under my skin, I've got you deep in the heart of me..."

He tailed off, disconcerted by this new, higher voice and the constraints that came with it.

"It sounds much better when I'm using my own larynx. Second-hand is never as good."