Getting in Touch with ones Feminine Side [FF]

The training of a mutation requires the mutant in question to stimulate certain chemical balances in varying regions of the brain. Depending upon the exact nature of the individuals abilities this could be anything from the cerebellum to the frontal lobe, for example, an optical mutation such as advanced eyesight or possibly X-ray vision would necessitate stimulation of the occipital lobes which process visual information. Emotions release different neurotransmitters into the body and are the usual factor which triggers initial activation of a mutant’s power. Once the key emotion, and its subsequent chemical composition, has been identified the mutant in question can begin to hone control over his gift by focusing his energies towards replicating the required emotion at will until, eventually, activation of the mutation becomes second nature.

Seated within the confines of a somewhat stiff yet comfortable chair Zephyr released an irritated sigh which issued forth from feminine lips, immediately stirring another sensation of aggravation as the mercenary’s mind registered how alien the action sound when performed with the foreign vocal chords he now possessed. It was far too high pitched, far too whiny, like that of a spoiled child, it did nothing to aid his attempts at relaxation as he struggled to remove the mounting stress from his newly acquired frame and focus on the task he had assigned himself.

Forcing his new body to inhale and exhale fully three times the disconcerted hessian narrowed the amber eyes of the foreign form and concentrated upon a pair of items lying atop a desk no more than ten feet away. The items in question were a set of sapphire earrings, the very same gems which Zephyr had earlier sent flying across the previously pristine washroom contiguous to the bedroom he now resided in. The velocity with which the jewelry had moved had proved enough to create a small hairline fracture in one of tiles which surrounded the shower stall, surprisingly though the earrings themselves seemed relatively unharmed, though argent metallic casing of the gems did seem to have become slightly disfigured.

The abrupt outburst of anger and the subsequent display of mutant powers which had occurred in the bathroom had been sufficient to knock the mercenary out of his mental disarray, banishing his rising resentment and replacing it with a sense of a shock which allowed him to proceed with a greater degree of rationality and led him to re-evaluate his latest situation. The first course of action had been a rather drawn out ablution as soon as the British youth had removed the last vestiges of clothing from his unfamiliar nubile frame and absently stepped into the open shower stall, allowing his mind to wander as his hands assumed an explorative initiative all their own…

An indeterminate amount of time later Zephyr had adorned his soaked form in a rather fluffy ivory bathrobe and begun pacing back and forth across the smooth beige carpet which dominated the bedroom floor with the two azure pieces of jewelry clutched firmly in one petite hand, utterly uncaring about the trail of damp foot prints which followed in his wake. A few moments of contemplation had led the newly settled elemental to his aforementioned seat after he had deposited the intriguing gems atop a desk on the opposite side of the room. His attention was now focused upon attempting to summon the sapphire stones across the meager distance, his efforts however had been met with partial success. He had several times managed to coax the gems into shooting in his direction by revisiting the initial ire he had experienced shortly after waking, however his accuracy left much to be desired and although hand gestures improved that to a degree it was not yet to a level that the hessian deemed acceptable. However he’d already spent over an hour on his impromptu training session and his new body was beginning to protest the unaccustomed exercise by assaulting him with recurring hunger pains which were becoming increasingly difficult to ignore.

Rising reluctantly from his seated position the reticent mercenary momentarily tightened the alabaster rope which encircled the ivory robe as he halfheartedly dragged his poorly attired frame to the nearby dresser and opened the top drawer to reveal a neatly arrayed set of undergarments which appeared to have been sorted by style and then colour. Apathetic hazel eyes gazed morosely over the array of bikini bottoms, thongs and G-strings.

‘No, no and hell no.’

While the latter items on display would typically arouse the interest of any healthy male the hessian found his perspective on the subject of female lingerie to be rather more conservative when he himself had to bear the results. Additionally, even though the body he currently inhabited clearly wasn’t his own and was lacking a few key pieces of equipment the mercenary simply couldn’t see how such attire could possibly be comfortable; it would be akin to a permanent wedgie and what would the benefits be? Right now, next to nothing as the hessian wasn’t even willing to consider the direction such an avenue of thought might lead to. Buried towards the back of the drawer though was a far more suitable set of attire consisting of a collection of modest panties in a varying range of pastel colours, not truly caring about the colour the elemental simply took first one on the pile and swiftly slipped them on underneath the slowly drying bath robe.

The next item was, logically, the bra. However the first one selected seemed to be an ill fit for it continuously dug into the shoulders and ribs, the second one was not much better and was discarded as swiftly as the first. The process repeated itself a few times before the increasing annoyed mercenary gave an exasperated sigh and momentarily inspected the modest assets of his current form and rapidly decided that cultural expectations could go hang itself and that his new body could easily make do without the troublesome undergarments. The cosmetics which were aligned across a nearby desk were given a disdainful glance and promptly dismissed without consideration, the Kabal member cared little about the vanity of the bodies previous owner.

Additional minutes were then spent searching through the remaining drawers and contiguous closet for other appropriate attire and after some length of time the hessian was able to locate a striped polo shirt and a pair khaki shorts. Shoes were another troublesome area as Zephyr had absolutely no experience with heels and whoever the original owner of this body happened to be seemed to own but high heeled footwear, after examining the area under the bed however the elemental was pleasantly surprised to come across a pair of tennis shoes which were swiftly laced up and then led out the door as mercenary set out to obtain food and answers.

Luka squeezed Ghost during the whole ride home. She tried to wriggle out of his grip but as slippery as she was, Luka was better. He kept her all kinds of squeezed tight and that was something she was not used to! She was air! She was light! She did not have to stay solid and endure this! She imagined herself incorporeal. Luka drifted right on out of the cab when it stopped and the cab man looked back. The whispers said that he wanted money. But why? He had money sprouting out of his ears by her reckoning.

The cabby grabbed at the air around his head in a tizzy. What a crazy man! Ghost got out of there while she was still sane.

And Luka was escaping through the gate out into the wild! Didn't he know there was an army of body snatchers out there? They were running away from that army, right?

Ghost fumbled right after Luka, not able to catch up to him until he came to a stop in front of a girl's door. "This isn't Raina's room, you dirty boy." Ghost bopped Luka on the head. What a bad boy!

As soon as the door to Jewel's room opened, Juka rushed in to embrace oldest and bestest friend who would surely save him and help him gain his revenge against the evil horrible body snatchers. He was almost hysterical with relief and apprehension, in equal measures, not thinking at all about certain practicalities, such as the fact that Jewel would probably prefer to be able to breathe. Then he registered what the Jewel body was saying about not actually being Jewel. His face fell and he stepped back from her.

"Jewel?" His voice was hopeless and helpless and his expression was despairing. "Your not Jewel?" It took a moment for that to register properly. How was he going to raise his army if he didn't have is Jewel at the forefront, helping him command his soldiers? He couldn't be expected to command on his own could he? And then another thing occurred to him a moment later. The evil body snatchers had stolen Jewel's body too!

"You bastard!" Juka yelled indignantly. "Give Jewel back her body now or I swear I'll make you suffer horribly!" It didn't matter that he had never made anyone suffer in his entire life; indeed he had no skill at fighting at all. Nor did it matter that he still hadn't gotten used to his non-vision and that would make fighting difficult even if he did know how to fight. Then there was the fact that he didn't have a weapon, in fact he didn't even have a shirt. At that moment, all that mattered was the fact that this evil horrible person had stolen his friend's body and had to be made to suffer and since there was no one else to enact the suffering, it was all up to Juka. He charged recklessly, intending to tackle the foul creature to the ground. Half way through his charge, and far to late to take back the ill conceived action, he registered the fact that this person might not be the evil body snatcher he envisioned, but might be a victim just like they were.

Ever since he had woken in this heteromorphic form Zephyr had, both subconscious and consciously, been cataloging all the deficits and flaws associated with his current position. A great deal of them related to the unsatisfactory mutation this female form possessed and the lack of spatial awareness said mutation granted. Also listed was the asinine amount of cosmetics the previous owner had placed in the bathroom, honestly the mercenary had barely been able to see the sink amidst all the bottles and other “feminine care” products as they seemed to be termed. Currently ranking top amongst the numerous inadequacies of this feminine figure though was its abysmally slow reaction time and lack of grace; there must have been at least a full two seconds between when the deranged maniac at the door actually shifted his stance to initiate the sloppy charge to when the blow actually connected with the hessians diminutive form and sent both of them crashing to the floor.

Although the majority of the impact was absorbed by the derrière of Zephyr’s new form there was, annoyingly, very little padding in that area and thus the bulk of the impetus transferred directly to the spine, transmitting rather disagreeable sensations of pain while it did so; causing a dolorous hiss of pain to escape the mercenary even as the momentum of the fall continued and forced the delicate cranium of the hessians female form to resound rather unkindly against the ground, though thankfully it was carpeted. Still the cumulative effect was more than sufficient to disorient the typically reticent Kabal member and wrench a pained groaned from his throat.

A modest array of eloquent curses left the mercenary’s lips as he set about regaining his bearing a scant few seconds after having collided with the floor, however the elemental found his progress somewhat impaired by the fact that there was another body atop his own borrowed form and, sadly feminine figures are not known for their muscles mass meaning there was little the concussed hessian could do about his current predicament aside from a vocal protest.

“You have five seconds to get off of me before I deem you mentally retarded and ventilate your skull”

It was largely an empty threat, for although Zephyr would possess no qualms about ridding the world of one more idiot he currently lacked sufficient control over his current body’s mutation to carry out the caveat. Technicalities aside however the words were still spoken with pure conviction and the tone behind them brooked no argument, the fact that several pieces of jewelry on the bedside table began to hum dangerously likely also added to the credibility of the mercenary’s words. In either case no later than four seconds after the threat had been issued Zephyr remarkably found himself unencumbered by any asinine characters and was thus able to regain his feet, despite the somewhat severe protests from his body that he do otherwise.

As the aggravated Kabal member straightened to his full, and somewhat disappointing, height he cast a tenebrous glare towards the half dressed man who mindlessly chosen to tackle him. The man had done little thus far to create a favorable impression with the elemental and Zephyr was swiftly coming to the conclusion that the man was rather lacking in terms of cognitive development. As for the idiots companion well, odd was about as much as the hessian could say thus far; the girl really had done very little but just by glancing at her once could see that reality seemed to be a place she visited but rarely. Her gaze never seemed to focus on one place for too long and frequently her eyes widened in apparent shock whilst staring into space; clearly seeing something that only she alone could interpret… it was not an entirely comforting prospect.

After ushering the aberrant pair inside Simon closed the door and faced them with a general expression of disapproval; he was already beginning to regret opening his door in the first place but little could be done to change that now, he would simply have to strive ahead. “Assuming you’ve managed to purge at least some vestige of idiocy from your system I suggest you start talking; what do you know? When did you switch bodies, why has it happened? Have you been able to contact your original bodies?”