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[Action at the House // Open to Uhura]

[Many strange things have happened to Chekov during his time in the City. Waking up as a female, however, is a novelty, and he reacts by racing to Uhura's room (thank goodness for sleepwear with give). His female body is five-foot nothing and the shoulder-length curls are sticking up every which-way.]

Uhura? What do I do?

[Not the cleverest of questions, but he's surprised, his clothes are too tight in some places and too large in others, and it only makes sense to consult the closest woman.]

[Private Video // Filtered to Lucy]

[Do you know this curly-haired girl, Lucy? Hint: she's usually your boyfriend. Chekov doesn't appear overly upset about this curse.]

Lucy, this is Pavel. I may need more advice regarding this curse than Uhura will be willing to provide.

[Action // Open]

[After acquiring appropriate attire and getting over the initial surprise of waking up with a... ah, different body, Chekov spends the weekend playing a game of let's-see-who-can-recognize-me with acquaintances (when he's not at work, of course, as a gender swap is no excuse to call in sick).

He might be seven inches shorter and curvier than normal, but that accent is all too easy to identify.]

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I wouldn't worry about it. Worst comes to worst, we load you up with chocolate and vodka and you gain a better understanding of the female condition.

[She pats his shoulder and smiles.]

And hey, at least you're still cute.

Still? [Uhura knows how to improve all of the conversations.] Thank you. I do try.

[She resists an urge to pinch his cheek.]

We should probably get you some clothes that fit a little better, though.

[He looks down at his too-long pants and too-tight shirt.]

A good place to start. Everything I have will be too-- [He pulls at the comically long pant legs and gestures to his chest area, apparently lacking words to describe the exact nature of his predicament.]

[Yeeeeeeeeah.]

We can pin up your pants, or you can borrow one of my skirts. I should have a shirt that fits, too.

[Time to rifle through the closet!]

A shirt would be good, thank you.

[He doesn't think he's ready for a skirt. Too much, too soon.

Chekov follows Uhura and alternates between being amazed by how many kinds of clothes she has and being fascinated by how different everything looks from his new seven-inches-closer-to-the-ground perspective. Ooh, and hips. Who knew that pelvic structure had so much influence on how one walks?

(And he tries to be discreet, of course, but he can't help but be intrigued by the breasts he now has. As in the way as they feel, they are very nice.]

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