John disagreed. It's not sweet. How annoying. For now. Ask him again in like a day, he might reconsider. Though now, he just wanted to be his own good ole man self.
The John warning fell deaf on his ears mostly because he was in his own self pity party, but he'd have to man up, erm, woman up now about the situation. Make the best of the best of the situation. Being a woman wouldn't be that bad. His eyes diverted to Kitty. She was incredibly strong, in her own right. Independent, and capable. Smart. Gorgeous. He was still him in the body. He just had to adjust to the new form he was in.
Johnette felt the difference of her hand in his. Her hand was so small in comparison in his old rough hand. Now it felt new, weird. Softer. Was this how her hand felt if his hand wasn't so calloused from fire and work? He'd admit he was intrigued.
"Oh! Toadette! She'd know alright!" Nas T responded happily, followed with. "She's on an adventure away from the kingdom!" Just as singsong previously, then realized how it was said and meant. "Oh." The poor toadstool frowned. "Sorry."
Rubbing his face with a hand Johnette sighed. "Well, what is there to do now." There was shrug as she took a step wabbled and toppled over ass over tea kettle. Once on the ground pulling the dress up incredibly unmodestly flashing the world the new underwear he was wear to reveal the heels he was now in. "I mean what the fuck?!" Grumbling she kicked the heels off his feet purely annoyed.