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[rockabillyboy]

Usually, Jack Vincent is an early riser. He gets up and he runs or he does yoga. He usually makes breakfast and brings Poison coffee in bed. They had a late night, though, so he's still sleeping when his alarm goes off. He reaches out, hitting snooze and turns over, burrowing his face into Poison's chest.

"Nope. Not yet," he murmurs.

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[rockabillyboy]

"Perfect."

Jack waits patiently until a girl knocks lightly on the door of the changing room and hands him a bag of merchandise, tags already removed. Jack picks through it and selects matching bra and panties, slipping into them before he gets dressed again. He heads out of the changing room, straight to Poison, smiling.

"What's next?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Well, if you want we can go find you clothes that will fit better, if you wanna try looking femme we can do that too," he offers, trying not to think about the fact that Jack has cute panties and a bra on under those clothes.

[rockabillyboy]

"Yeah, okay," says Jack, deciding that he might as well be zen about it and roll with it. "Let's find something I look super cute in."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"I mean, I don't want you to be uncomfortable," he says, growing serious again. This is a huge deal, even if Jack seems to be taking it really well. Suddenly having a different body has to be jarring.

[rockabillyboy]

"Look, this is easier if I pretend it's just a normal day," he says, flashing a smile and threading his fingers with Poison's. "So stop fussing, okay?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

"But it's not," he says very gently. He squeezes Jack's hand. "And you are important to me so I'm always gonna fuss even if I act like I'm not fussing."

Because on a normal day, Jack doesn't have tits and a cunt and he's casually masculine. Not that he can't still be casually masculine with a different body, but that's kind of the point Poison is trying to get at.

[rockabillyboy]

"It's weird," says Jack, squeezing Poison's hand. "Like. I'm totally myself I'm here but...it's kind of like playing dress up?" He shrugs. "I'm okay with how it makes me feel as long as I know I'll get my dick back eventually."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"I'm sure it'll come back soon." He squeezes Jack's hand again and leans to kiss his cheek. "And then you can assert your manliness all over me," he teases, because he knows that it's not quite like that for Jack.

"C'mon, let's find you some stuff that'll kill me to look at you in," he teases. "And things you feel comfortable wearing."

[rockabillyboy]

"Sounds good to me, baby," says Jack, smiling. "I trust you to make me look amazing. And my shirts and sweaters will probably still be fine. It's just the jeans that I need."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Oh man," he whines a little. "Your ass in jeans." Jack's ass looks great in his regular jeans, but Poison is totally gonna talk him into at least one pair of skinny jeans while he's a girl.

He pulls Jack into a store he knows he shops at anyway, and just heads for the women's section instead of the direction Jack would normally veer in.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack can't help a flicker of amusement when he sees how enthusiastic Poison is. He stands, picking through a rail, picking up a red dress and holding it against himself.

"What do you think? It's a bit longer than something you'd wear."
He smirks.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"I--- yeah but. It'd look good on you. And you'd match my hair," he quips, trying to play it off. Trying to act like he wouldn't love to see Jack wearing it. He realizes they're going to have to figure out what size Jack is.

[rockabillyboy]

"Definitely would," says Jack, picking up a pair of leather look leggings. "Think my ass would look good in these?"

He's teasing a bit. And he knows it.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison actually blushes. "It really would," he answers. Then he rolls his eyes and pushes a few pairs of skinny jeans into Jack's arms. "Try these on, they're all different sizes so tell me which one works best for you and I'll find more."

[rockabillyboy]

Jack goes into the changing room and tries things on. When he eventually emerges, he holds out things for Poison to take.

"These fit best," he says. "And the dress is a little big."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison takes whatever doesn't fit and puts it back; he comes back with more stuff he thinks will fit, including a smaller red dress. And maybe he tries to peek to see what kind of underwear Jack has on.

"There's some uhm, shirts and stuff too," he says as he hands the clothes over: another pair of jeans, the dress, t-shirts that Jack might feel comfortable in.

[rockabillyboy]

"You want to come in here while I'm trying stuff on?" Asks Jsck, disappearing back into the changing cubicle.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Yeah I really do," he says, ducking right in before closing the door again. He finds a place out of the way to sit, holding clothes if he needs to.

[rockabillyboy]

The underwear that Jack picked out is the flimsiest, leaving nothing to the imagination as he starts to sort through the clothes that Poison bought in with him.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison tries not to stare and he tries to will his cock not to get hard, but Jack looks... really fucking amazing. He always does, but it's-- it's a different body and Poison isn't exactly used to seeing it, and it keeps catching him off guard. He takes a deep breath and lets it go in a slow, shivering sigh.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack tries on a pair of jeans and a button down plaid shirt, first. He combs his fingers through his long hair.

"What do you think?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

"I really like it," Poison answers. "It's like the femme version of what you'd usually wear." And he means that in a really good way. He looks Jack, just... super, super femme.

[rockabillyboy]

Grinning, Jack starts to unbutton the shirt, revealing the bra, pushed up tits.

"Pick out what I'm trying on next?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

"This one," he says, not hesitating a second as he holds out the red dress. And maybe he's staring at Jack's tits, because they look really fucking good in that bra.

[rockabillyboy]

Slipping the dress over his head, Jack settles the flimsy fabric over tits and hips. It's short, skimming his thighs. He combs his hair over one shoulder and then does a slow turn.

"Well?"