[On the first day, there'd been a mission to focus on. On the second, Hitoya had tried to make do by staying in. Now on the third, she has to accept she needs the help.
That's where Jyushi comes in.] Could use a hand with something if you're free.
No, no! The complications aren't about that! You'll see...
Anyway I'm coming over now!
[And usually Jyushi would happily just barge into Hitoya's room but what stands out is him knocking and poking his head in as he hides his chest. He doesn't think he looks too different in his features, just a little softer.] Um...please don't laugh at me?
[It isn't in Hitya's nature to laugh at Jyushi on most occasions but the reaction he earns instead might not be much better. Hitoya stares from where he's seated, recognizing the shared curse immediately.
Coversely, Hitoya doesn't feel he has anything to hide. Sitting with a straight back, hands folded over the leather topped oak wood desk, long legs cross at the ankles and end in perfectly pointed heels.]
Well. I like to think I'm not a hypocrite.
[Gesturing, he hopes to at least beckon Jyushi from beyond where he's hiding behind the door frame.]
Hitoya-san, you're such a pretty lady! [He says it without much thought at all while he finally moves away from the door hiding him. When Jyushi's body switched sexes, he'd found clothes very difficult. Usually he wore his shirts tight, like most of his clothes, but that was when his body did not have breasts.
Which shows as the only shirt he had available was a night shirt, loose as a man but still not quite fitting comfortably as a woman.]
It feels kind of weird...I didn't have any clothing that worked for me. Nothing fits! I didn't realize women had these struggles.
That's because women usually wear clothes that fit them.
[As Hitoya's eyes drift down to where Jyushi's chest is now straining uncomfortably against his shirt, he can only hope his comment serves as explanation enough for it before his attention snaps back to Jyushi's face, determined to stay fixed there for the remainder of this interaction.]
Didn't yours change with you?
[Sliding the chair away from the desk, Hitoya demonstrates how he's dressed more or less the same, as usual, same characteristic jacket, shirt and jeans, tailor fit to the new measurements. As for the heels, those were certainly a cruel joke. Not a pair of flats in sight.]
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That's where Jyushi comes in.] Could use a hand with something if you're free.
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[Someone has things to do today...]
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[He might have always wanted to do this.]
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[Jyushi isn't WRONG... but how....]
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Unless it's for a new lady friend? 🙋🏻♀️
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Just hurry it up already!
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Also there's some other complications...
[None of his shirts can fit his boobs help.]
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[There's a reason Jyushi got the room with the biggest wardrobe... then again it's probably quicker not to argue.]
But if you really need a hand I can send for the butler.
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Anyway I'm coming over now!
[And usually Jyushi would happily just barge into Hitoya's room but what stands out is him knocking and poking his head in as he hides his chest. He doesn't think he looks too different in his features, just a little softer.] Um...please don't laugh at me?
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Coversely, Hitoya doesn't feel he has anything to hide. Sitting with a straight back, hands folded over the leather topped oak wood desk, long legs cross at the ankles and end in perfectly pointed heels.]
Well. I like to think I'm not a hypocrite.
[Gesturing, he hopes to at least beckon Jyushi from beyond where he's hiding behind the door frame.]
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Hitoya-san, you're such a pretty lady! [He says it without much thought at all while he finally moves away from the door hiding him. When Jyushi's body switched sexes, he'd found clothes very difficult. Usually he wore his shirts tight, like most of his clothes, but that was when his body did not have breasts.
Which shows as the only shirt he had available was a night shirt, loose as a man but still not quite fitting comfortably as a woman.]
It feels kind of weird...I didn't have any clothing that worked for me. Nothing fits! I didn't realize women had these struggles.
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[As Hitoya's eyes drift down to where Jyushi's chest is now straining uncomfortably against his shirt, he can only hope his comment serves as explanation enough for it before his attention snaps back to Jyushi's face, determined to stay fixed there for the remainder of this interaction.]
Didn't yours change with you?
[Sliding the chair away from the desk, Hitoya demonstrates how he's dressed more or less the same, as usual, same characteristic jacket, shirt and jeans, tailor fit to the new measurements. As for the heels, those were certainly a cruel joke. Not a pair of flats in sight.]