catwalk

Who:- Jay/Rio
Where:- Domain of the Chryslers.   (a.k.a. Habitat unit 0569)
 
What on earth was Alota on about?
Old clothes in the back of the wardrobe?
Why would Jay POSSIBLY want those, he had a perfectley good wardrobe full of his own clothes, after all, even though right now he may BE a woman, he sure as hell wasnt gonna dress like one.
 
half an hour later...Parrots.
 
"Hey guys" he said, moseying into parrots and joing up again with the group he'd been drinking with before, frankly he looked a mess.
He was wearing a shirt at least four sizes too big, and trousers that ended at least 10 inches from after his feet, held up by a belt that hung at least a foot and a half from the buckle. he'd also lost 2 inches in height, from no longer wearing the shoes rio had been wearing when they switched, but he was indtead wearng his usual size 11 trainers, which flapped around like clown shoes on his new size 5 feet.
The real Rio, in efof's body who had recenlty joined the crowd looked at what Jay had done to her body.
"oh..my...god! I LOOK LIKE A CHARITY CASE!"
"Hey listen" Jay said "Just becuase I'm forced to spend smeg knows how long, possibly the rest of my LIFE in the body of a half-pint woman, does not mean I wanna dress like one!, I got an image to maintain!"
"Amber will maintain it for ya! but you gotta maintain mine!" Rio scolded. "Besides, you can hardly walk in those things, you're gonna break my neck!"
"Oh I'm fine dont get so touchy!" Jay said turning towards the bar, "Hey Owen make mine a...." THUD!
 
"Told ya!" Rio said as Jay picked himself up off the floor after tripping on his trouser legs.
"...I meant to do that..." Jay said, nursing a rather bad bruise on Rio's arm.
 
 
<short and sweet but creative juices aint that abundant right now!>
 
 
 
 
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