OOC MISSION: ALTERVERSE (1)

[Iris]

The man shifted his glasses with a grin. Things were falling well into place. His ringed eyes showed lack of sleep and his snazzy shoes showed he was part Honey Badger, only he wasn't. A fat cigar sat between his lips and smoke billowed out as if he were a smokestack. Maybe he was, in all honesty he wasn't someone that mattered too much. "Unleash the hell hounds."

"Sir, we don't have hell hounds." An executive spoke, pushing numbers into a calculator. Fat, pudgy fingers pushed into the buttons and made soft beeps. A large strip of paper was growing as he looked over numbers once, twice and then three times. "But we can drop the test subjects into the house. Did you plant the gem?"

There was an unneeded and heavy pause before the larger, fatter man pulled his cigar out of his mouth. A serious expression said it all as he spoke. "Yeeessss...."

~~~~~~~~~~INSIDE THE WAREHOUSE~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A young lady had been abducted among others and shoved into a van. This van then stole them away to some parts unknown. Where she was didn't matter because as she awoke slowly, she couldn't see anything anyways. Wh-what was this place? There were boxes upon boxes of boxes and no sunlight even flickered. A dark and shadowy haunted house that had long since been abandoned. The ceiling was a good twenty feet above her and the floor spanned out another hundred feet sideways and ahead, or at least she guessed. In actuality, the place was a mess of a maze that REALLY could use some tidying up. She lifted herself slowly, feeling the bonds slip as the last of people were thrown/pushed/ushered into the warehouse and the doors were thrown shut and man did her HEAD hurt.

She dusted off her clothes that were no fitting awkwardly on her body. Seriously.. she felt covered in shrink wrap. When did her clothes get so small. It was then she realized she no longer had.. her chest.. or her curves. No.... instead.. she had a flat body and a five'o'clock shadow that she rubbed- WAIT FIVE'O'CLOCK SHADOW?! No nonononoo. "WHAT THE HELLLL!" She shouted out as she pat her body finding her body was all wrong and she looked like a cross-dressing man! No- This wasn't happening... WASN'T HAPPENING! "YOU HAVE GOT to be KIDDING me!!"

(there is no posting order but try to post once per round XD)

[Guest]

Darkness. That was what Sabina was aware of right now. That, and the fact that she was not alone. She had come to at some point during the ride in the rape van (hey, it totally did look like one), and she had to wonder if that was the purpose for her kidnapping. After all, they had to travel across a fucking ocean in order to get her! What she was also aware of, was that her giant cat friend was not with her. Cobra was back home in Esparia, and that worried her. He never dealt with being away from her for long periods of time, and certainly not when she just flat up went missing like she definitely had. They finally slowed to a stop somewhere, she wasn't sure if she heard any of the outside elements correctly so trying to judge location was out of the question.

Hands grabbed her roughly, and she attempted (futily) to kick at them with her bound legs, getting thrown unceremoniously over a shoulder and carried into wherever "here" was. The bag was removed from her head, the low levels of light a welcome sight considering it meant she didn't go BLIND. Her bonds were cut before she was thrown down, hitting the ground with a yelp. Ooooo she wanted to give them a piece of her mind! But this was a kidnapping, and they wouldn't reveal jack shit to her. Spitting at their feet instead, she pushed herself up and sighed heavily, looking all around her to find the definition to "here." Well, it was a warehouse in shitty condition, and who knows how much crap was in here anyways. Scratching the back of her head, she could still feel the pin prick of a hole where they shot that tranc-dart into her. "Great... So we are---" She stopped. That didn't sound like her at all. Her shorts also felt rather tight, and her shirt... loose..... Looking down to her hands and form, she just sorta stared for a moment. Ok.... alert to the world... she was a man now. Huh. "Well would you look at that..." She..he... whatever, muttered. "AOIWN AIPFJLK!!!" Huh?

"AJS FOIPEM SPSKE SJFAWKL!!!!" Uh..... Well, she knew that she wasn't alone in her kidnapping.... Slowly turning, she looked all around at the people that were there with her, blinking to find them of all shapes and sizes. All of the men were originally women, and any women were originally men.... Damn... They had some fucking gorgeous men/women/things! "Uhhh, Anyone speak Cretan? Esparian?" She called out, kind of enjoying how much of a bass her voice was. Mmm, she could probably sing some super sexy lines like this!

[Guest]

What a lovely day it had been before current events soured it so completely. The sun had been shining, it hadn't been too cold, there had been very little work to do, and he had been making progress on a particular formula for his fireworks that proved to be extremely promising! Did he get to finish or record that formula? Of course not. Because he had been kidnapped. By who or when he wasn't even really sure because it was all just a really big blur at this point. Hell, he hadn't regained consciousness yet as they bumped along in that white van. He had a light snore emanating from the bag that covered his head, his body curled up and splayed about as if he were just taking a nap at home. He had no idea who he was laying against, but his dreams were certainly interesting. Something to do with festivals, fireworks, and riding a horse or something. He wasn't entirely sure.

He startled awake though when someone grabbed him and pulled him out of the van, letting out a yip of surprise as the bag was ripped from his head. He stumbled forward, but managed to stay on his feet, whirling about as his hair fell all about his face. "Hey come on! I was having an awesome dream there!" He pouted and folded his arm over his chest, suddenly quite aware that his pants fell right off of his hips and to the ground. "Eep!" Bending down, he quickly pulled them up and felt his robe begin to open, doing his best to try to keep it closed. What was going on? He wore his clothes baggy but this was--His hand that held his robe closed was filled with something. Something soft and squishy, and very very warm. He could hear others beginning to talk, the amount of different languages making his head spin. "WHAT THE HELLLL!" "Arisj fpjiowejrl rojs asdfjwkefn weoif? Asn?" "YOU HAVE GOT to be KIDDING me!!" So he understood the first one that spoke, but the other was just gibberish.

He raised his head and blinked twice, green eyes glancing between the two men that were there, raising an eyebrow at their clothes. Was there something wrong with..... His hand squished the soft thing again and jumped at the sensation, quickly pulling the sash tighter around his slim waist to keep his clothes on. He... He had curves! He felt his hair and it was softer, his skin smoother, and his beard was gone! "Oh my goodness!" He touched his face and kicked his shoes off, giving up on the shoes that were now far too large. He was a shorter woman, this he could tell by how long his pants felt on his body. But.... well... there was a lovely airyness to his clothes now! Grinning, he pulled out his pipe and began to smoke, chuckling as he sat down on the ground. "How interesting! So we have all switched genders!" He laughed lightly, tilting his head slightly at the sound. What a pleasant little sound! It reminded him of Lian. "So what does everyone speak? I can tell you," he pointed towards the pink haired... man, "Speak Amestrian. I've also got Xingese and Aerugese." Well now, what was the point of this all hm?

[Dunstan Hue]

"This is the easiest job in the world." Dunstan proudly said, a wide grin on his face. He was given one task, and one task alone. He was to "... stand in a completely abandoned and darkened alley without any form of defence or method of contact with anyone else for five hours, and then have a nap. Reward; a million billion billion pounds." The piece of paper with the message clenched firmly in his hands, Dunstan gleefully nodded to himself, waiting for the hours to while away before he got his fee.

A pair of footsteps approached him from behind.

WHACK!

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A singular eye opened to darkness.

"But that was only three hours." Dunstan said to himself, then he clapped his hand around his mouth. That wasn't his voice. It had the proud, loud attitude, but it was quite... feminine? He cleared his throat. "That was..." There! Again! The feminine voice! Like a woman version of himself. He forced himself to cough, then swallowed his own phlegm before he could cough it up.

"I need a glass of water." He said, standing up. Brushing some of the dirt off his coat and adjusting his bra, Dunstan turned on his heel to...

Then, Dunstan thought about what he just did.

Stood up.

Brushed the dirt off his coat.

Adjusted his...

... adjusted his...

"Oh no." She said, horror in her voice as she felt her body, finding every warning sign. "Oh no!" Dunstan's mood got progressively worse, a furious blush coming to her singular cheek. "Not again!" The bomber-for-hire looked around in a panic, desperate to find someone... anyone... who could help, and possibly tell her where to pick up her million billion billion pounds.

"Uhhh, Anyone speak Cretan? Rugkfwiibn?" A voice! Dunstan turned around, finding that she was by no means alone. Plenty of men and women, all in a panic over their newly found genders. Dunstan tugged awkwardly at her shirt collar, a plan of action in mind; hit on the hottest guys, because once this all got sorted out they'd turn into the hottest girls and yet remember that Dunstan was in touch with his feminine side. He knew that chicks dug that. Assuring herself that this was in no way gay, she pulled over fast to a tall, brown haired man... woman... person. The one she had heard speak Esparian. She didn't speak it herself, but he recognised it, and she had worked for them, a big hand in the naval war they had won. Time to shine, she thought.

"Hey babe, dude, whatever, I speak Cretan! My name's Dunstan, and did you know that I'm the reason that Esparia still has a navy? I'm going to get a million billion billion pounds when this is all over, do you want to hang out at some point when we're back in our normal bodies?"

[Guest]

Lights. All of them foreign to her. Qi. She could see life in it's purest form. Her eyes opened and she looked about. What had happened? She could recall nothing for the past eighteen hours. She sighed and her voice was rough. She looked over her body and groaned. Body Formation? She wasn't really aware of the technique completely, but still she couldn't do this to herself. Nor could someone fully impose it on someone else, not for long at least. She paused and listened to those around her. They had no idea of what was going on either. Some spoke Amestrian. She could tell it sounded very airy as it often did for those fluent in the language, then she heard her own Xingese and her secondary Aerugese.

She looked over to hear Cretan and Esparian...she hated the Esparian language. Just the way it sounded was an annoyance. She looked at her legs and frame, she wasn't built like a man, but more like an athletic track runner. Light, but toned. She had no idea what was going on, so she pushed herself into a sitting position and listened. No sense talking to people who have no idea what is going on. There had to be some reason they were all brought here. If they wanted them dead, they obviously would have done that by now, but the fact remained...something did happen. For now, she would be silent.

[Peyton]

"AH HEY NO! LET GO!" She flailed and pummeled the strong arms that were trying to shove her into a van. She felt a good blow to the back of the head, and everything went dark....

She woke up when she felt herself being set down somewhere rather harshly. Peyton groaned a bit, the back of her head had a pulsing pain. There was probably a good sized bump there, but she didn't want to know. Something felt wrong though. Something about her just felt.. off. Peyton couldn't really put her finger on it. She could hear people though, a good number of them. She understood what a few of them were saying, but the rest was just gibberish to her. She got up on her hands and knees, and could have sworn she felt something sag in her pants.

This raised a few questions. She looked down at herself for a moment and saw... OH GOD WHERE DID HER BOOBS GO? She quickly patted around her chest, she was flat as a board now! Did someone chop of her boobs and sell them in the blackmarket!? She felt around her body a little bit more. Her body didn't have anymore of its natural curves. Her face still felt babyish though. A hesitant hand touched the groin of her pants.... yep there was definitely something there that wasn't supposed to be there. She looked up at all the people who seemed to be in the same situation as her.

"U-uh w-where are we?" She asked in a bit of a deeper voice, although she had a voice crack which made it squeak halfway through. This was definitely not good.

[Guest]

Who would DARE ever do this to her? Feona had ben servicing a client, just finishing up actually and bidding him a good evening when someone had shoved a cloth over her mouth and stolen her away into the night. She came to minutes before they arrived at the warehouse, her kimono in complete disarray and a little bit tighter against her midsection. She had no idea why. All she knew was that her limbs felt heavy and she felt rather dizzy, her mouth feeling a bit dry. Essentially it was cotton mouth. Ugh.... What was even going on? She felt like she had been stretched too thin, like something just felt really... off. Not that she could particularly place it. Someone lifted her out of the van, pulling the bag off her head before moving off to someone else. Her hair piece fell into her open hands, making her blink as she twitched at being able to feel her bangs on her face. She immediately began to reach up to gather them and tie them back again when she noticed her hands. They weren't long, delicate fingers. They were.... like a mans hands.

She paused and stared at her hands for a moment, the annoyance at her bangs forgotten for the moment. "Apasi awefnwf nafnwel!! Afnwle poifnel tbal!!" Asfnweklnioh. She had no idea what race that person was, though they spoke a language that she wasn't familiar with. "Oh my goodness!" "Oh no." Her ears perked up at that since it may as well have been her native tongue even though it was only second on her list of languages. She blinked and shook her head, shifting her focus to the others that were in the room. A pink haired man, brown haired man, a Xingese woman, another Aerugese perhaps, a Cretan, and another man. Even though she had seen the difference in her hands, she still looked down at her body and was relatively relieved to find that her kimono remained closed though a little bit loose on her form about her chest since she didn't have her lovely bosoms to hold it so. Sighing lightly, she also pulled out her pipe and lit it, noticing the Xingese woman do the same. "I do. And Cretan." She had no idea what the others were speaking at all. She certainly didn't understand them.

"Hey babe, dude, whatever, I speak Cretan! My name's Dunstan, and did you know that I'm the reason that Esparia still has a navy? I'm going to get a million billion billion pounds when this is all over, do you want to hang out at some point when we're back in our normal bodies?" Feona only tilted her head and puffed in her smoke, exhaling slowly as she began to walk around a little to see if there was anything of note aside from where they had been unceremoniously dropped. "What a fucking mess..." She sighed, her lips pursing together as she realized how it felt awkward to walk. There was a thing dangling between her legs after all now, how did guys get used to it? So she pulled up a box and sat down on top of it, leaning her elbows on her legs as she stared at anyone. "Has anyone looked for water or food or anything yet?"

[Captain Kelly Tián-Yé]

So... International terrorists' league, huh? Trying to take over Xing under his nose, huh? In a warehouse a block from the gates to the Jade Palace, huh? Wait outside for the rendezvous, HUH!? Sure. Normally, he'd have been a bit more cautious, but he'd had his daily bottle or eleven of rum, and he wasn't exactly making wonderful decisions. So, pistol in hand (unloaded, obviously...), prepared for anything (he was taking a nap on a dumpster lid, praying against a hangover when he woke), and absolutely, positively, aware of everything around him... Except for the men that picked him up, still asleep, and put him in the van, blindfolded, not that he was awake to know the difference.

When he woke again, he raised his weary head, with someone's hand touching slightly silkier hair. That was odd... Someone had given him a bath, it seemed, and used some chick shampoo, because his hand (noticeably moisteurized... That was weird.) smelled like strawberries after he rubbed his head a little. Speaking of which, he couldn't feel his beard; HE'D BEEN SHAVED!? CRAP. To make matters worse, he felt a draft through his kilt, and his boxers felt a lot looser than usual; thankfully, he remembered to wear boxers. His shirt felt a bit too tight, so he took it o-...

Looking down, and staring, kinda hard, in surprise, he found some lumps that weren't there before. Well... He DID have man boobs, kinda... But REALLY!? How long had he been asleep, and FURTHERMORE, how long had he been connected to the feeding tube!? No... No wait... Something was definitely not right. His stomach, it felt smaller, less fluffy and packed with beer. And as he flung his shirt aside, he was wearing eh!? A BRA!? WHAT THE... He went to take it off, but decided against it, and, somewhat selfconsciously, put on the coat he'd flung away, but wore it open. He still hadn't taken his tie off, but that was fine. Just... WHAT WAS GOING ON HERE!?

"WHAT THE HELLLL!? YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME! came the manly roar of some pink-haired man, who was crossdressing. That was awkward, he bet. "But that was only three hours... That was... I need a glass of water. Oh no. Oh no! Not again!" OH!? CRIEG! SWEET GLORIOUS CRIEG, A LANGUAGE HE KNEW! Turning to the woman, he opened his mouth to speak.

"Hey, y-..." That wasn't his voice. "Uhhh..." That was too high-pitched for his voice. "...Crap." THAT, dear Watson, was the voice of... "A chick. I am a chick...? Ahhh, crap. That would explain the tits, I suppose. UMM... ANYWAYS. You, chick speaking Crieg! Got any clue where we are?"

"Has anyone looked for water or food or anything yet?" Good question... Sounded like one, anyways- it was gibberish to him. How long would they be here, anyways? And how long would he be like this!?

" Hello? I speak Crieg, and I speak Xingese." He didn't list Amestrian... He wasn't going to risk sounding like a stupid idiot, no matter how adorable his screwy Amestrian would sound in this new body. "My name's Captain Kelly, for anyone who cares, by the way. So... Uhh... Anyone know where we are...?"

[Alisa Donnikova]

"OI! WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE YOU ASS-" Alisa had never gotten to finish that sentence, just like she never got to finish the drink that she HAD been drinking BEFORE the assholes that jumped her appeared. She had been minding her own fucking business in a remote fucking section of fucking Drachma, and then she had gotten fucking knocked out. The FUCK was with her luck huh? She was still knocked out cold until practically half of the van's contents were already standing about. She wasn't as lucky as most, thrown to the ground much like Sabina had been. She groaned and rolled over in pain, her hands still cuffed together and her feet still bound. The bag was pulled from her head, but she was far from conscious at that point. Hell, she had barely opened her eyes at that point!

Voices began to whisper in and out of her mind, just vague echoes that snapped at her. "Fugging.... head.... ass...fucks..." Words were becoming easier to form as light began to stab at her eyes. Or... maybe the lack thereof. That, and her pants felt fucking tight. "Ow fuck, I fucking grow a few---THE FUCK?!" She startled into full consciousness as she immediately noticed a lack of weight on her chest. And a erm.... awkward feeling in her pants. Looking down, she was still laying on the ground, noticing that her clothes DEFINITELY didn't fit right, and for the worst of reasons. "NO FUCKING WAY. I AIN'T--- THIS CAN'T---" She roared, kicking and fidgeting against the ties that bound her still. Why the fuck had they left her tied up?! Now words were definitely clearer. "....and I speak Xingese." Bwuh? "Oi oi, could I get a hand here please?" Fuck. Her VOICE even sounded wrong. Least it wasn't a fucking base, it was just a.... a... what was the word.... A Tenor.

"Alright so, I got Xingese, Drachman, Cretan, Amestrian, and Aerugese." Ugh, it felt weird to roll all of those words off her tongue in succession. "Any idea why the fuck our genders are swapped?" She managed to roll herself up into a sitting position, looking around at the people around her. "Or what the FUCK we are doing here?"

[Aaron H]

"YOU HAVE GOT to be KIDDING me!!" Some man was screaming while freaking out like a chicken with its head cut off. Fantastic. Cross-dressers were always such a lovely twist of fate. His eyes closed and he pushed himself to his feet. He couldn't see at first and for a moment, he thought he'd been without his glasses or contacts. The blurs slowly tightened into vision and formed into people. Men and women were in a panic with a throw of Amestrian and Cretan words and then the dash of gibberish that hit his ears rather wildly. Here, there, everywhere, there were voices. Just what he needed... more things he didn't understand. Oh well, he'd stand around awkwardly until things were sorted. His hands moved to rest on his rather feminine hip and he--- wait- feminine....

His eyes narrowed and he took a deep breath. So this was really happening? His hands rolled up to his waist and to his b=bosoms, giving a soft squeeze. Yup, this was happening. Aaron was a woman.. well people had said it before, now it was literal. Oddly, he was okay with this and just passed it off as some freaky dream. Too bad there wasn't more imaginary friends or something, because so far he was just surrounded by people freaking the fuck out and wondering about languages he guessed. It was as if the God of the world vomited in one spot just to see what happened. "Has anyone looked for water or food or anything yet?" Aaron nodded her head slowly and gazed around. Water would be a good thing. He was a lucky one he guessed. With his belt and button up top, he didn't feel nearly as odd as some of the people seemed to. Then again, his shoes were awkward, soo he shook them off, followed by socks. His body moved and squirmed around boxes, only to fall at the feet of a very awkward looking man with tight shorts and shirt to match. She probably looked good in them when she was a woman, but now she was a man and it looked rather awkward. "Or what the FUCK we are doing here?"

"No clue." he mumbled to no one in particular with his girly voice. Aaron straightened to her feet and rolled up her pant legs some, to help with walking. "Seems like a bad April Fool's prank to me." Yes, this sort of thing oddly didn't freak Aaron out. Then again, he was a tough cookie to freak out. His hands reached into his.. bosoms and pulled out a pack of cigs, which were more awkwardly placed as a woman. He lit it up and took a heavy drag. Yeah, sometimes he needed a fix and this was one such time. "Any such luck?" He asked in the more common of languages, Amestrian.

[Guest]

So-Sul stood up and walked to the wall. He circulated the Qi in his body, his mind focused, and he hopped backward. He switched his footing then slammed his foot into the wall, it cracked under the force, but didn't break. He examined the crack, and muttered under his breath about it being reinforced with not just stone. He straightened up and began to look about. He noticed the door under the guise of the shadows. He crossed the room and tugged on the handle. It didn't budge. He looked for the hinges but found none, meaning it opened inward, but judging by the wall it was reinforced and sheer brute force wouldn't break it. He turned and looked at the people in the room. No one had any idea of what was going on and the random chatter was becoming one of panic, not clarity. He looked down and sighed. This was going to be a long day, he could already tell. One from every walk of life, the only language not heard yet was Gelemortian and Ishvalan. He sighed. Was their any point in communicating if no one realized the facts they were given.

They needed to do something here. He was just unsure of what. It could be a fight to the death, or simply to find something. But there was nothing to find in this place...or was there? Ugh what an annoyance. All this thinking and there was no facts to go off of. He was tired of going off of half baked ideas, he needed something concrete. He sat down and looked upon the rest of the group suspiciously. This could be like that movie she saw, where the killer was mixed in with the group, and picks them off one by one. She began to try to find the weakest looking one in the group, that was usually the one who was the murderer. Was she just being paranoid? Or was she just entering a mentality of self preservation? Either way she could not trust anyone in this room. She would weigh everything on a case by case level, and judge the worth on her own terms. It made no sense to bad together with a bunch of people who she didn't know.

[Guest]

Everyone knew it was against the law to attack a police officer, so what idiot could have possibly stolen her away and led her to this predicament? She had awoken to find herself with a black bag over her head, and the sensation of movement in a car beneath her bum. She had a fear that the gestapo's had come for her at last, having realized what a fiend she was in the bedroom-- or er... battlefield.... or something.... ANYWAYS, she tried to listen for any sort of sign as to where they were, but only heard the sounds of the road. She couldn't hear the bustle of a city, so it was unlikely they were near civilization. She also could tell that she wasn't alone amidst all of these other people, some of which were snoring away. She couldn't even see enough through the fabric to get any sort of idea as to what was happening out in the vehicle that was transporting them.

It was maybe twenty minutes later when they slowed to a stop and people began to be unloaded, their kidnappers grunting the occasional phrase as everyone got out. She almost fell from the van as her legs suddenly seemed longer than they should be, bonking her head off of the top of the van as the bag was pulled from her head. Blinking at the sudden amount of color that greeted her, Kasumi straightened up and realized how she towered over many of the people here which was very odd. Also... peoples clothes didn't look right. Then there was an onslaught of languages and outcries as to why their clothes didn't look right. And that was when she realized.... it also applied to her. She began to walk around, ignoring the rest of them since most of the languages were things that she didn't understand (though there were a couple of Amestrians and Aerugese here and there) so she could at least communicate with some people.

"Hey, instead of being upset as to why we are the way we are right now, how about exploring the place hm? I think the young sir who just kicked the wall seems to have the right idea." She... er... He called before blinking at how his voice sounded. Why.... why did she have to sound like..... Ugh. As the pain of memories and grief stung her a little, Kasumi frowned a little before she began to wander through the boxes and crates, finding it rather curious that she couldn't hear that much beyond the warehouse that they found themselves in. She had to pull her long hair back into a ponytail for it was beginning to annoy her just hanging around her more angular face, tearing her policewoman uniform so she had a little bit more leg room to move. At least her waist hadn't changed too much so everything on her lower half still fit relatively well. As for her upper half, well... her shirt was a little baggy around her chest area but that was to be expected. If you suddenly lost your boobs, would your shirt fit as well as it had before? Not likely.

God, there was like... nothing here. Frowning a little, she wandered further and just saw crates upon crates of stuff. Actually, all of it looked like it could be used for cover or something in a firefight. "They can't be expecting us to fight each other, can they?" She murmured to herself as she touched a hand to her chin, almost popping out a hip to rest all of her weight on until she realized that wasn't quite as comfortable as before. Ugh, she wished she could just go back to being a girl. She felt... weird... as a guy. Like she wasn't herself somehow.

[Kit Estenial]

So...this is what he'd signed up for? Blinded by a small sash, hands bound behind his back, and listening to madness. His ears perked at the loud screams of men and women, all in different languages for the most part. As delicious as madness could be, it was more a delight to look than to listen. He attempted to slide the sash off on his shoulder, but the first attempt was useless. He tried several more times yet none succeeded. Kit then tried something a bit more creative. His smooth pale legs scrunched up a bit from the ground, but it wasn't far up enough to pass his arms under. So he brought them closer to his chest. His pants didn't feel as loose as they used to be and he felt like he was going to pop out of his shirt.

He'd deal with his clothes later, right now he had to deal with his bindings. He brought his knees closer and closer to himself until...they were blocked. Something soft and he definitely felt it, since he let out a small yelp. But thankfully, it was enough to stretch his arms under his feet and her brought them to his lap. He then brought them up to his face and he felt that soft substance again. He hadn't gained weight, had he?...no, impossible. And with a tug, his sash was off and his eyes were flashed by blinding white light reflected from his chest. Wait...his chest shouldn't be in view. He looked down slowly, eyebrows ruffled in confused expression. He had...to put it bluntly, breasts. He was missing two buttons on his white business suit and it was high enough to see his navel, his flat stomach now smooth and silky. "Woman's skin...this isn't possible, is it? Oh, it was. He started to pick at his rope bindings with his extended claw-like nails. In a matter of minutes, he was able to cut one section. With his left hand, he pulled on the dangling piece and the bind untied. "Oh, good. At least I didn't have to spend hours on that. Now what's all this commotion about?"

Kit's feet, thankfully, were free of ropes or chains. He stood and felt the full weight of his new chest. How did women with these huge mammaries walk without slouching? There was much credit to them. Kit looked his new body up and down. Legs were slender, his pants a little tight and shorter than before. In fact, they were too tight. It made his waist uncomfortable, so by how his pants fit now, he saw no risk in unbuttoning his pants. They stayed up. The features of his limbs were softer, smoother, more feminine. Now, as he looked behind his shoulder and saw exactly why hi-her pants were so tight. His ass looked liked it got a visit from a plastic surgeon with a few more implants than needed.

For a man turned lady, she didn't look that bad, she thought. But, now was not the time for admiring himself. Now was to see what this was abou-oh. It seemed she was not the only one suffering from this, just as she'd heard. He looked around the room and something caught her eye. Pink hair. There was only ONE person in all the planet she knew with pink hair. With that, he began to strut somewhat gracefully towards the man, then stood right by him. She took a slight whiff in the air around him, expression calm and collected. Sure, he wasn't a man anymore, but hell, a body was a body and eating was eating. He smelled paints, a slight hint of jet fuel, and the hint of coldness that reminded him of a short time he spent with a pilot and a painter. She cleared her throat, even his voice a few octaves higher, rather wispy were her words, "Iris, you look...handsome. As for 'what the hell' part, I believe it's some sort of test. To be honest, I thought it was some sort of...buffet." Her stomach rumbled at the words...oh, how these people looked delectable. But no, if she ate them, then this show would cease. She'd let it run its course till it gets boring, she thought, then I'll see which is my appetizer.

[Peyton]

The word scared was not enough to describe how he felt. Terrified was a better word. Peyton was in a strange place, with strange people, and for some reason he was a boy now. Plus, Peyton didn't know who any of these people were. And all of them looked bigger and stronger than him. So if they all started fighting or something, he'd be toast.

All of them were talking in a flurry of different languages. He couldn't understand anyone. This wasn't helping at all. They'd never figure out what happened if they kept it up.

"U-um excuse me c-can we- uh hello uh can anyone- uuh," He couldn't get a word in. Peyton sighed and just sat in a little corner. Even if they had heard him, everyone probably would just tell him to shut up or something. So Peyton decided to just stay there until everyone calmed down or someone else suggested something. Yeah, that was the right way to go.

Peyton was still scared though. What if someone was going to come out and kill all of them? What if someone here was a psychopath and they flipped out!? Oh god, Peyton's paranoia wasn't helping her at all. Peyton pulled her knees close to her chest and hugged them. Hopefully, nothing bad would happen.

[Reila Tsukino]

[BUMP]

[Guest]

Well well, what a group of people they had here! It appeared that they were from all various countries in the world with only a couple of languages being the common denominator. Thankfully, Xingese seemed to be amongst the first to pop up which was of some relief to Wei. "asodij alwefn pjhh and I speak Xingese." Uhh, well he.... She understood the second part! "My name's Captain Kelly, for anyone who cares, by the way. So... Uhh... Anyone know where we are...?" "Oi oi, could I get a hand here please?" aaaaaaand then they kept going on and on. "Hey, instead of being upset as to why we are the way we are right now, how about exploring the place hm? I think the young sir who just kicked the wall seems to have the right idea." Wei could only blink at just how much people were talking. What in the world were they supposed to do?

"U-um excuse me c-can we- uh hello uh can anyone- uuh," Wei blinked again and turned towards the little voice that she had heard off in the corner from everyone else. Striding over towards the young man sitting there with his knees drawn tight into his chest, appearing none too happy about the situation. So she crouched down in front of him and smiled gently, offering a hand towards the man. "Hey there, whats your name?" She asked, Wei still not used to how sweet his voice sounded now. "I'm Wei Zhao Han, or well... I guess that name doesn't quite apply as well right now huh?" She chuckled slightly as she sat down beside the man, having to cross her legs since her clothes were so baggy. "I think we should let them all discuss stuff since they are all so intent on just talking through this. Where are you from?" Uh.... Wei JUST realized that maybe the boy didn't want to have company and he HAD just sorta uh..... oh dear. Well, he'd find out in a moment huh?

[Guest]

Sabina had to sigh again as one by one, everyone began to wake up and... well.... all talk at once. Her--His eyes focused on the first person that responded or that he heard moving around which happened to be Dunstan. "Hey babe, dude, whatever, I speak Cretan! My name's Dunstan, and did you know that I'm the reason that Esparia still has a navy? I'm going to get a million billion billion pounds when this is all over, do you want to hang out at some point when we're back in our normal bodies?" Ah, well, first person to talk to him so erm.... Why not? Although, Sabina was NOT accustomed to being hit on when a... man.... Uuuuuuuuuhhhh.... Not that she had EVER been a man before so... Oi this was beginning to be a headache.

Oh. Right, answering the lovely erm... lady. "Er, hello." Wait a moment, he-she said that they were responsible for her country still HAVING a navy? "No, I was unaware of this. I'm uh, I'm not really related to the navy at all I'm afraid. Thank you Dunstan." Aaaand then there was the offer for a "date." Wweeeeeell...... er... First things first. "My name is Sabina Ramon. I'm a member of the Amazonian Division. But um.... Well, if I make it to Creta, then I will certainly take you up on your offer. I do love a good night at a bar." He grinned, thinking of some of his booze binges. "Though, as friends I hope you realize." She--HE wasn't sure if he was really ready to even think about dates when in her-dammit HIS regular body.

Uhhh, but well, anyways, no one seemed to know what was going on. "So..... anyone found any grub?" He was feeling rather hungry because before he got kidnapped he hadn't really had a chance to eat lunch. Unfortunately, everyone seemed as lost as everyone else so he sighed and folded his arms over his chest, glancing around the warehouse. There were no real signs of anything helpful, or useful about. Great.

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