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Growing Pains [Completed]
Character(s): Urd and Genie
Content: After doing some serious spellwork to save a life, a transformed Urd tries to sneak back home without Genie seeing her.
Setting: Urd's house in zone M6.
Time: Week 21, morning
Warnings: None.
When it came to bad days, having your normally dynamite body regressed to that of a child ranked pretty high. Urd had a lot of tools in her arsenal and never had to rely on her sexiness, but she already missed the power of her curves. No one would dare laugh at her the way Timon and the others did if she'd had her real body! Well...they'd laugh, but they'd get punished for it. As it was now, she couldn't even call down a patented Urd Bolt on their heads...unless she wanted to shrink even more.
So she'd finally made her way back to the house she shared with Genie and Yorda. Walking was so tedious! And with her energy levels all over the place, Urd was wobbling on her feet as the house came into view. This was bad...very bad! She needed her alternate source of energy. She needed booze. But there was no way she'd let Genie see her like this!
Urd made her way slowly, stealthily to the front door: so far, so good. She opened the door with focused determination, quiet as a mouse. From there, it was only up the stairs, down the hall and into her room. Somewhere in her potions and ingredients, there had to be a way to reverse this! She closed the door with a quiet click behind her and tiptoed her way to the staircase, quickly looking around her at every second.
After a moment, when the flashy djinn failed to appear, she allowed herself to breathe a sigh of relief. He wasn't here! She sank down on the bottom step, her legs having gone weak again. "Just a little break..." Urd whispered to herself, clutching at the draping folds of her oversized dress.
Content: After doing some serious spellwork to save a life, a transformed Urd tries to sneak back home without Genie seeing her.
Setting: Urd's house in zone M6.
Time: Week 21, morning
Warnings: None.
When it came to bad days, having your normally dynamite body regressed to that of a child ranked pretty high. Urd had a lot of tools in her arsenal and never had to rely on her sexiness, but she already missed the power of her curves. No one would dare laugh at her the way Timon and the others did if she'd had her real body! Well...they'd laugh, but they'd get punished for it. As it was now, she couldn't even call down a patented Urd Bolt on their heads...unless she wanted to shrink even more.
So she'd finally made her way back to the house she shared with Genie and Yorda. Walking was so tedious! And with her energy levels all over the place, Urd was wobbling on her feet as the house came into view. This was bad...very bad! She needed her alternate source of energy. She needed booze. But there was no way she'd let Genie see her like this!
Urd made her way slowly, stealthily to the front door: so far, so good. She opened the door with focused determination, quiet as a mouse. From there, it was only up the stairs, down the hall and into her room. Somewhere in her potions and ingredients, there had to be a way to reverse this! She closed the door with a quiet click behind her and tiptoed her way to the staircase, quickly looking around her at every second.
After a moment, when the flashy djinn failed to appear, she allowed herself to breathe a sigh of relief. He wasn't here! She sank down on the bottom step, her legs having gone weak again. "Just a little break..." Urd whispered to herself, clutching at the draping folds of her oversized dress.
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Genie clapped his hands, summoning a dressing screen behind the goddess as well as a greater suited attire for himself. He needed the proper clothes to work, naturally. Sporting an ivory collared shirt and matching purple vest and pants, he approached Urd thoughtfully. “No, no, no. This won’t do at all. The only thing you’re doing in this outfit is swimming. This is an accident waiting to happen – or did it already happen? I can’t tell.” He removed the measuring tape from around his neck and quickly took Urd’s measurements. Before she probably even realized it, Genie had already finished and returned to observing her, his tape measure back around his neck. “If black is the new orange this year, does that make orange the new black?” he asked himself.
Taking hold of Urd’s dress with both hands, he suddenly pulled it right over her head to (thankfully) reveal a new outfit underneath. Or was it really that new? The orange shorts, black sweatshirt and varsity jacket may not have been something she had ever worn in Paixao but back home? Well, Genie had been looking for something comfortable for her. He sighed, found bent down and tying her shoelaces. “The perfect bow is so hard to find. And before you say it, Converse is still popular enough for us to get away with them. None of this ‘Chuck Taylor All-Stars are so nineties.’ These are Jack Purcell and they’re still hotter than Madonna.”