MCA #9, Friday Morning
Aug. 14th, 2009 12:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
screwyoumarvelSteve knew the moment he woke up something was seriously...off. He rolled over and lifted the sheets. It was as he'd suspected. He had breasts. "Huh." Then after a moment's consideration, "Well, it was bound to happen sooner or later."
His morning workout was right out, since he didn't own a bra, so after he got up and put on a t-shirt and pair of sweats that seemed to be intent on almost falling off his hips no matter how tight he pulled the drawstring, he decided to make brownies. He was randomly a woman. As far as he was concerned, that called for chocolate.
((Mostly establishy, but could be open, I guess, if anyone wants to drop by or be lured by the smell of brownies. *is flexible*))
His morning workout was right out, since he didn't own a bra, so after he got up and put on a t-shirt and pair of sweats that seemed to be intent on almost falling off his hips no matter how tight he pulled the drawstring, he decided to make brownies. He was randomly a woman. As far as he was concerned, that called for chocolate.
((Mostly establishy, but could be open, I guess, if anyone wants to drop by or be lured by the smell of brownies. *is flexible*))
