Albus Potter (greatweight) wrote in saveatlantisic, @ 2019-03-28 10:07:00 |
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March 28
characters. Albus Potter & Marlene McKinnon
time. Morning | location. Marlene’s house
rating. PG | status. COMPLETE
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This month had been such a rollercoaster of emotions for Albus, starting with some of the best memories of Scorpius they'd ever made, going into the Strigoi attack that followed and being the lead of a team involved, to the capture of their mission. Then to losing Scorpius. It was still something he hadn't quite come to terms with, pushed it to the back of his everything. They'd had other things to focus on, a great deal of departures and the possibility of more COS attacks. But still, not a banner month. And now he had breasts. Actual breasts. On his own chest. Which on the outside, was decidedly female. A great deal of hair, too - on his head, not the breasts - to go with his perplexed expression and general annoyance. But the breasts were mostly the thing that brought him to Marlene's door. He figured she as the best equipped (was he allowed to say that?) to help him. When she answered the door, all he squawked out was a strangled and feminine “help, please.” Marlene was having a Morning of her own. She’d had to raid Sirius’ closet for clothes when she’d woken up not only male and wonderfully fit, but taller. It’d had been seriously tempting to just wear one of her long flowy dresses and let the boys breathe, but the weather still being nippy talked her out of it. It was a welcome distraction though. Some Atlantis shenanigans. Between the attacks and the departures, this month had sapped most of her positivity. So odd to even be sad to see Regulus go. But then, they all knew what he’d gone home too. Alright, maybe she needed more than suddenly having a dick for this distraction business. Thank Godric for Albus. She pulled open the door with a whoosh and blinked at the attractive brunette on her doorstep. Familiar looking and sure she could take a few guesses based on her own predicament, but she propped a hand on her hip and smirked instead. “I…mean, I’d probably be happy to, lass. What is it ye need?” The grimace that popped up on Albus’ face was telling, no doubt, as he bared his teeth and scrunched his nose up. Any other time and he might’ve taken a moment to appreciate the attractive blonde in front of him, all fit and standing proud, but now he was in a woman’s body and that was-- Distracting. More distracting than men usually were, even blonde and attractive ones. Blonde and attractive was a thought that gave him a pang of hurt, and his frown deepened. “Are you Marlene’s new roommate?” No, that wasn’t right. “Or-” He gestured to his body. “It’s Albus. I could use help with-- everything.” Marlene raised an eyebrow at him and hummed, before an apologetic smile softened her new face. “It’s so bloody tempting to string you along for a bit, just to watch that lovely face try to pull of your grumpier expressions. But I don’t have the heart for it right now, so I’ll give you a break. It’s me, Albus. Marlene.” Stepping out onto the front porch, she did a little spin and took a bow at the end. “Not bad, eh? You though, gorgeous.” She reached out to hold out his arms and get a look at him. “You’re probably hating this one though, aren’t you?” Even if he’d suspected, having confirmation that the bloke in front of him was Marlene still made his jaw drop just a tad. “Er- Yeah.” He reached up to drag a hand through his hair, but it was longer and somehow more unruly than even he was used to. With the short hair, he just kind of hoped for the best, and long just looked like a nest somehow made it’s way to the top of head. Albus dropped his hand awkwardly, and tried for a smile. “You went from a seven to a nine and a half, well done.” On his scale, at least, which was biased a great deal towards fit blonde blokes. “I just--” He gestured to himself again, from the boobs and down, his own baggy t-shirt hitting to his knees in this body, drawstring shorts having to be tied just so they didn’t fall down, shoes that didn’t fit. “It’s not how I pictured myself when I grew up.” “Wow, rude,” Marlene mock-scoffed, hand over her heart. “And here I was going to say you look pretty both ways.” Her eyes dropped to his shabby clothes and she wrinkled her nose. A huff of a laugh softened the tease that followed. “Welllll….for the most part. I can tell you right now, you’ll be too tall for any of my pants.” Lifting one bushy eyebrow, she gestured back over her shoulder into the house, and only momentarily got distracted by her own buff bicep. “Do you want to wear a dress, Potter?” “A seven’s still pretty!” Albus protested, hand up in the air as he talked. “What sort of rating scale do you have?” … Scaling people was probably not his finest moment, but he huffed out a frustrated sigh anyway. He did give himself a second to debate the dress option, though. Mostly because… well, it was only one day? These things usually were. But the weather still being bloody freezing outside made his nose crinkle at the idea. “Right, maybe not a dress. Gran’s taught me a few clothing charms that might work? I’ll put it back to rights after this is over?” “One where I lie and rate my dearest mates at elevens, no matter the consequences,” Marlene countered, brightening somewhat just by having the opportunity to tease him. It helped that he’d considered the dress. Some blokes would’ve wrinkled their noses. “Probably for the best. I wear tights with my dresses in the winter but you’re a giant so that won’t work.” She tapped at her chin and her eyes turned mischievous. “Don’t suppose I can convince you to let me take you shopping. Just for a few things? We can donate them when you’re back to normal!” “You’re a lot bloody nicer than I am,” Albus groused, pointing in her direction. It was hard not to get distracted by the smile flashing on a decidedly male face, and he flushed a little and ran a hand over his own feminine one to try and distract himself. Shaking his head, Albus kept the hand firmly there until it dropped away, his eyes a little wide. “No tights.” If he was going to wear a dress, things were going to breathe. But his shoulders did sag some, as he clearly was giving in to Marlene’s wiles. “Suppose it wouldn’t hurt to shop, though. Just so I don’t look like a bloody disaster for a day or two.” Marlene smiled a little more genuinely than her taunting smirks. She knew Albus was having a hard time without his other half. And his grumpiness was painfully charming. Swinging an arm around his shoulders, she ruffled his hair a little and stole a quick squeeze of a hug. “It’s going to be alright, lad. We’ll keep it simple and warm. And I’ll even throw in some green. Now hold that thought!” Dashing back inside, she grabbed her coat, which did not fit at all, but likely looked amusing with the fake fur trim on the hood and the too short sleeves over bulging arms. She leaned into it by pulling the hood up and swinging her purse over her shoulder. “Alright, let’s do this. I’m need proper pants anyway. Ladies underwear is fun and all, but it’s pinching in all the wrong places,” she muttered, walking a few awkward steps like she was trying to resituate everything down under without actually digging around down there. “Oh fucking Salazar.” Albus was once again covering his blushing face with the pants talk, now picturing that body wearing women’s knickers and-- Oh yeah, his level of embarrassment was at an all-time high. Albus cleared his throat. “Let’s uh- Let’s stop by my place, you can borrow my coat. Not my pants, though, you should’ve just gone without. You need a specific sort for--” He cut off before he melted into the snow as a blushing mess. “Oh, no, mate. I wanted to wear them,” Marlene mock-whispered before a delighted laugh surfaced. “But I like how you think I should be running around in nothing at all.” His blush was adorable. This was going to be fun. She tucked an arm through his and turned them in the direction of his building. “Your place first. Maybe you’ll even be back to a normal shade by the time we get there.” |