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07/04/09(Sat)19:54 No. 33918449 Slowly,
he turned around and spotted an outfit laid out on the desk. Slowly he
dressed himself, taking in her new body with distracted glances. He
reached for the skirt, and froze. No, she wouldn't let them tell him
what to do. He tossed the skirt in the wastebin, and walked to the
closet. Inside, after some looking, he found a pair of dark red pants
that she pulled on with some satisfaction. At least he wouldn't be
forced to discover the world of exposing most of the lower half of your
body just yet. There was also a long-sleeved button-down light green
shirt that she threw on over the sleeveless undershirt and left
unbuttoned. She felt too exposed, and wouldn't wear skirts unless her
arm was twisted. He grabbed the packed sack and looked at the
result in the mirror. The result was... well, certainly more tomboyish
than the original. He thought that she almost looked like a
skateboarder now, especially with the hat. Pleased, he left the room
and didn't look back. Walking past another door, this one shut
firm, he went down a flight of stairs and into the first floor of the
house, a quaint one-room affair, with living room and kitchen all
sprawling together. A few doors either led outside or to a bathroom, he
figured. Flopping his bag on the table, he opened it to see its'
contents. Inside were two changes of clothes, a bedroll, some canned
food, and a pouch which held some official looking pieces of plastic
and some cash. In another pouch, there were slots for pokeballs, and
other pokemon items. He shut the bag and checked the clock. 7:36 glowed
at her from a microwave. She listened hard at the base of the stairs,
for telltale signs of someone moving in the house. While he wasn't
positive, he would've bet nearly anything that he had a mother upstairs
who was going to awaken soon.