MHA #4; Saturday Morning [02/18].

[somethingwithturquoise]

When Summer woke up that morning, curled up with her cat in her ship in the parking spot of some space trucker pitstop, she realized that one of two things were happening: 1) she'd somehow ended up in some sort of weird gender-sex flux of time and space or 2) Fandom shit was leaking into her dimension again. It could have been some sort of third option involving Rick, too, and that third option convinced her that it was probably better to head back to Fandom, whether or not the pollen had run its course, although honestly? If this whole waking up as a dude thing was happening back on the island and the pollen thing was still in the air?

Not gonna lie, hilarious. Of course, that was coming from the perspective of several days removed from it and blowing up asteroids instead.

Honestly, she had to pack for the trip and get Pancakes set up for her stay at the shelter while she was gone, anyway, so she headed back, parked her ship, and planned to spend the rest of the day trying to figure out if she wanted to lean into cute and breezy for her wardrobe or comfy casual, and also sort of wonder what happened if she originally set out to have a Plus One, but the Plus One bailed at the last minute, and really hoping that meant she'd just get a nice private room instead of being sidled last minute with someone random...

...and then she realized that if this was more than a day thing, she literally had hardly any clothes to look cute in with this body, and, ohmygod, she needed to go shopping, like, STAT.

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[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer pulled her head back into the closet, but probably not quickly enough that Stark wouldn't have been able to catch the roll of her eyes. Even if he did miss it, it was definitely there in her voice.

"World Hunger couldn't even take a break for one night," she snorted derisively, "you think it's going to let him off for a full straight week?"

There was the sound of a few irritable shifting hangers.

"I already signed him on as a Plus One," she said. "But since he's not using it, and the whole reason you're not going is because I ditched you to fly solo this semester..."

She emerged from the closet, with an armful of relatively moddable options and deposited on the bed beside the suitcase.

"Try some of these on," she said, "see if any of them work."

[stykera]

Good thing there was still a purring cat around so Stark could continue petting her and focus on that for a moment before answering.

"I'm sorry," he said softly. "But I would like to go. If you mean it. But you don't have to mean it."

[somethingwithturquoise]

Pancakes had even given up her spot at the center of the suitcase, putting her paws on the sides to make it easier to lean up into those pets appreciatively.

And effectively get cat hair all over that pile of carefully selected clothes, too, while she was at it.

"Stark," said Summer, though not as firm as it might have been; she somehow found it more difficult to be as harsh with a softer Stark, but, conversely, she did also feel less like she was kicking a puppy when she did, so maybe it balanced out in a weird way. "Why would I have said it if I didn't mean it.

[stykera]

"People say all sorts of things! I don't know." But Summer wasn't just people and he knew that.

"Should I start with shirts? Is there something blue?" Stark asked, moving one hand to start searching through the clothes while keeping the other on Pancakes's head.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Of course there's blue," Summer said, as if it was obvious. "You look good in blue. But I'd start with the pants first, because unisex is a little trickier with those than with tops."

She snorted. "Hope you aren't too big a fan of having decent pockets," she said, while shoving her hands blissfully in to the roomy depths of a pair of Barry's Wranglers.

[stykera]

"I shouldn't just wear these pants all day?" Stark asked with a crooked smile and a glance in Summer's direction.

He'd put on the leather ones mentioned earlier if she asked. He'd even be willing to entertain the idea of a skirt or a dress if asked. He might not go out in public but he'd try them.

"You don't have pockets?" Faye had constantly been borrowing his pockets for 'borrowed' items but he didn't really realize that was a consistent issue and not a Faye-specific one. "Something black, for pants?"

His gaze very quickly went back to the cat and the clothes once Summer's hands went in her pockets.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Women's clothes," Summer explained, "are notorious for their abysmal lack of pocket space, to force us to have to buy purses for all our shit, because capitalism."

[stykera]

"That seems unfair. I don't have much to carry, usually, but that still seems unfair."

Stark had no idea. He was used to nice, roomy pockets.

"Are these comfortable?" he asked, holding up a pair of black leggings. "They seem...tight?"

[somethingwithturquoise]

"You are going to want to live in those," Summer informed him with a smirk. "Like, fucking forget about pockets entirely, though. They are tight, but suuuuper comfortable. You should pair it with a nice loose tunic tee..."

She went to go rummage through the pile.

"Like this one."

[stykera]

"Where should I change? To try them?"

Yes, Summer had now gotten good looks at him naked twice but not on purpose (much) and he was an entirely new shape now and he was certainly feeling more shy than he had the previous several days.

"Should I take other things too?"

Maybe there needed to be a whole fashion show montage.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"You know where the bathroom is," Summer said, though she hitched a thumb that way just for good measure. "Take it all in there, and see what works."

[stykera]

Fashion show montage it was!

Stark nodded, patted Pancakes gently on the head for good measure, and scooped up the pile of clothes to take into the bathroom.

The leggings (black of course) and the tunic top (blue of course) went first and he opened the door.

"Does this look alright?"

Maybe he ought to try on one of the signature pink tanks too.

[somethingwithturquoise]

Those signature pink tanks were off limits.

"Ugh," said Summer, "I forgot how cute that top actually is! You look...comfy. How do you feel?"

[stykera]

But think how cute one would look on Stark's newly tiny frame!

"It feels comfy. It's soft," Stark said approvingly. He did enjoy feeling comfortable. "But I should try others? Or just these for now?"

He was hoping this would be over by tomorrow.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Never just settle for the first choice," Summer said, sage-like advice for both fashion and life!, "no matter how comfy and cute. Try at least a few more, just to be sure."

[stykera]

Stark nodded and shut the door to change into another option. Which, once he'd put it on, was rather more low-cut than he'd realized.

"I like the color of this one, but it's..." He said, opening the door again and gesturing at himself.

"I'm glad I'm not on Moya. I would have to borrow something from Chiana."