Demon Marcus, Sunday, All Day

[myownface]

Sparkle was trying on pretty clothes.

See, the thing about yesterday was that, while his jeans and t-shirts and whatever looked just fine on a girl if you were looking to pass yourself off as the kind of girl who didn't give a shit about what people thought of you, it didn't have that... that... That 'I'm a person who wants to be noticed' look, quite the same way it did when he was wearing it as a guy. When he was wearing his own clothes as a girl, he didn't look punk. He mostly just looked like a slob.

Ugh, double-standards.

And so, today, he was merrily poking around the store, picking up bras and underwear and skirts and shoes and shirts and dresses and- look, it wasn't every day you turned into a woman, and he'd argue with anyone who had a problem with it that he'd be around here long enough, probably, that he'd have to dress himself as a girl again someday anyway.

So. Sparkle was trying on pretty clothes, and there was not a thing you could do to stop him.

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The Devil's Nest- Sunday

[solo_sword]

Somehow, Jaina had not been prepared for girl!Tiny. Coming from where she did and seeing all shapes and sizes and species, there weren't many things that would get her to stare, but somehow in this case she was having to make a conscious effort, especially when he'd start looking a little put-off by the DJ's overuse of "Dude Looks Like a Lady" tonight. So instead she'd just keep an eye on the VIP Section in case she got to see Eric as a girl in person this time.

Also please be noting the Half off if you haven't adjusted to your new gender yet sign. Even if it'd probably be over tomorrow.

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Sunday

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

If there was one thing to be said for being a woman this weekend, it was that Coulson appreciated his hairline starting a little farther up than it had in years. Otherwise, he was dealing with this current situation the only way he possibly could... by sharpening high heels in case he needed to use them as weapons. It was unlikely, but why take the chance?

Wellspring Arms (and Heels) was open.

Stark Industries, Sunday

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

Tony was still a girl when he went into the shop today. Something that hadn't managed to through the AI system at all.

Which made sense, when he thought about it. But still.

He took a breath, setting to work on what appeared to be a bright red and gold gauntlet. The response time on those little finger joints wasn't as smooth as he'd like them to be. This could possibly take all day.

The Beach, Sunday Evening

[suitably_heroic]

So yesterday Atton and Cade might have hatched a scheme that would hopefully help produce free booze and maybe convince some people to wear bikinis while they were at it.

They'd put up a couple of posters during the day (Atton had surreptitiously hung a few around town in hopes of drawing in some of the adults. Not that he figured Cade would care) pointing people to 'a party on the beach' that was very much BRING YOUR OWN DRINKS and stuff. Not that they didn't have booze. They did. Atton had spent some of his last credits dragging in some bottles and maybe putting post-its on the bottles just in case someone tried to give them trouble for drinking. Anyway.

There was booze. And a beach. And the sun hadn't gone down yet.

Atton was positive this was going to work.

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