Harvey Stonewall (loveislove) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-04-12 10:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | lgbtq culture |
Who: LGBTQ Culture (closed narrative)
Where: Mark's house, Glibt's bedroom
When: Sunday afternoon
Warnings: Genderswitchery.
Glibt had lied to Asterion. It wasn't that he needed a vacation or was getting bored of the male form that spurred on this desire to change. But when he was in male form, it was just a bit easier to feel the homosexual men; just a bit easier to connect with them. While he loved it, he could feel an entire portion of his population clamouring to be connected properly to him whether they knew it or not. He hadn't been female since the Lesbian Sex Wars and while the culture was still heavily dominated by homosexual men, Glibt had been aching to properly acknowledge one of the other portions of his population and with all the power he'd been taking in from his various victories, he could pull off the change without a culture shift; without another event like the Sex Wars or the original fight against transphobia.
Realizing that it would probably be best to obtain female clothing, other than his drag get-ups, before the change, Glibt headed out in the early afternoon and drew some rather odd looks in the lingerie store before purchasing a few simple pairs of jeans and tight t-shirts in what he thought were his female sizes. It had been so long but Glibt was ready; ready to spend at least a week or two in female form and do his best to fully connect with those who needed it. Shopping bags spread around him, Glibt sank back into the mattress and stared at the ceiling for a long moment to center himself, calm him completely before he closed his eyes.
Reaching out over those millions of threads of connection that he felt constantly, he gathered the female threads to him, winding them closer to his psyche. They would barely feel it; merely a simple tug at their minds, a distraction that they would brush away but Glibt touched each and every one of them before their threads became fused with his mind. This was always a mental change first and foremost and Glibt shuddered as the work continued; hundreds of thousands of lesbians attaching fully to his psyche before the shift was felt.
When the last one had been connected, hours later, Glibt's eyes were opened to look down at the mortal form that the counterculture had shifted into. Perfect. Like before, the mental change had caused the physical to occur and she hopped off the bed, laughing even as she clutched at her temples. Headache, blinding pain that came from the effort of connecting all those minds to her but the laugh continued and eventually, the pain faded somewhat as the change became more solid. The laugh turned to a giggle as she looked at herself in the mirror; too big jeans hanging off her waist, large t-shirt drapped unflatteringly down over her breasts. Smiling and taking in that adorable gap between her two front teeth, Glibt ran a mental diagnostic on herself.
The core of her personality remained; the care, the protective aspect, the love but she felt... lighter, somehow. As if it was a relief to have stepped away from male form for a bit to embody a different part of her culture and Glibt knew that while using the power would calm her down, this side of her was lighter, a tad more care-free. But what to do first? That question was on her mind even as she realized that her little crush on Mark had utterly disappeared, that she couldn't think of a male anymore and be attracted to him. Of course, there were moments when her bisexual population made her consider heterosexual sex but...
It always passed and felt so utterly foreign to her. Idly, Glibt wondered why that was as she pulled on her new clothes and she sank down into a sitting position at the end of the bed. Rubbing her temples yet again, she closed her eyes and did her best to force the pain down, away, and after about half an hour, Glibt was pain-free and ready to have a bit of fun.
Watch out, New York City.