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[Irked, pained groans from a masculine pair of lungs come over the link, as it shows a view of a bathroom from above the sink (perhaps on a shelf or the sink ledge): a stained-glass window, the end of a clawfoot bathtub with a torn-down shower curtain draped across the side, water still running from the shower head. Greenish-red blood spatters the curtain. A thick ribbon of cast skin drapes over the side of the tub.]
[The pitch of the gasps changes, grows somewhat higher. Something moves on the floor and a damp, blonde head rises as a feminine figure sits up, then rises on wobbly legs. The figure looks toward the sink, the reddish-gold feline eyes blinking. But the form below is decidedly female-presenting, by shape and organs. The figure is decidedly nicely muscled, but with a softer, more feminine presentation.]
Well. This is an interesting form to shed into [The tone is impressed, even intrigued. The voice is still low-pitched and throaty, think Lauren Bacall rather than Richard Waugh. He - or she? or they? - folds one arm across the chest, the other lower, while stepping closer to the sink and reaching up to the mirror, clearly wiping it off. A smirk crosses their face as they glance up and down their reflection. Stepping out of frame, they return with a black bath towel, wrapping it around their torso, covering their dignity.] I'd hoped to see my sister's face in this world. However, I never expected to be wearing that face myself.
[The eyes tick toward the device and she reaches as if to cut the feed.]
Was that transmitted? I have to admit, this a particularly embarrassing display. [Looking out of the corner of the eyes into the device, with a tiny smirk.] Though it is a fetching form for me to take, don't you think?
[The pitch of the gasps changes, grows somewhat higher. Something moves on the floor and a damp, blonde head rises as a feminine figure sits up, then rises on wobbly legs. The figure looks toward the sink, the reddish-gold feline eyes blinking. But the form below is decidedly female-presenting, by shape and organs. The figure is decidedly nicely muscled, but with a softer, more feminine presentation.]
Well. This is an interesting form to shed into [The tone is impressed, even intrigued. The voice is still low-pitched and throaty, think Lauren Bacall rather than Richard Waugh. He - or she? or they? - folds one arm across the chest, the other lower, while stepping closer to the sink and reaching up to the mirror, clearly wiping it off. A smirk crosses their face as they glance up and down their reflection. Stepping out of frame, they return with a black bath towel, wrapping it around their torso, covering their dignity.] I'd hoped to see my sister's face in this world. However, I never expected to be wearing that face myself.
[The eyes tick toward the device and she reaches as if to cut the feed.]
Was that transmitted? I have to admit, this a particularly embarrassing display. [Looking out of the corner of the eyes into the device, with a tiny smirk.] Though it is a fetching form for me to take, don't you think?