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Vail Ski Resort | Sunday Morning, 10/17

The Fandomites' last morning in Vail dawned cool and clear, the resort warm enough to get by with a light jacket, the slopes above frosty and crisp.

The portal back to Fandom would arrive after lunch, so now was time for packing, last-minute souvenir-shopping, or one final lift up the mountain to the wonderful land of snow-sports.

Or alternatively, freaking the heck out in your hotel room because Fandom knows no boundaries of distance or decency when it comes to attacking its current and former residents in their sleep to leave ladybits where manbits used to be, and manbits where... you get the picture.

So might the maid, if you forgot to leave the Do Not Disturb sign out.

[ OCD is up! | Hotel Rooms | Centre V | Tavern on the Square | RockResorts Spa | Other Activities at the Arrabelle | Skiing and Snowboarding | Snow Tubing | Snow-Shoeing | Shopping | Outside Dining | OOC]

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"That would be because you are a girl," Maladicta replied in a lower, but no less cultured tone as she held up one of Alexander's shirt to her now broad chest.

She didn't even need socks for this one!

"Yes," Alexander agreed, since it was rather difficult to deny his new physique filling out his undershirt in very interesting ways. "But why?"

It was also hard to not notice the blonde hair tumbling down over his shoulders and the fact that Maladicta's build was distinctly different as well.

Er, not that he'd really know. Really. He was a gentleman, and did not look that one time, honest!

His shoulders slumped. "This is one of those...things, isn't it?"

"I think so," Maladicta replied with a smile that was hopefully more understanding than condescending. Because this was wonderful! "Though I have to wonder how you ended up blond."

There was a slight pause as Alexander contemplated finding a mirror, but, looking at that long, golden hair, he had a feeling he didn't need one to know the answer.

"You never had a chance to meet my twin sister, did you?" Alexander asked. "But now I have a feeling you'd be able to pick her out of a crowd."

"You look alike now?" she asked, throwing out a wild guess. WILD!

"Is it terrible of me that I'm hoping right now, she's waking up and finding herself looking like me?" asked Alexander, sending a rueful look down and telling himself that he shouldn't think such things about his sister's...assets.

Well...

"Would she hurt you for it?"

"Yes," said Alexander, "but she's all the way in Daventry, so it's nothing to worry about."

There was a slight pause of consideration for Maladicta's own situation. "You know," he said, "you could have waited until I woke up to start rifling through my clothing, Maladitca."

"It was that or wear my bedsheets," she insisted. Though the fact that she'd clearly tried on more than one thing might negate that. "I'm taller than before."

"And I'm shorter, slighter," Alexander noted, which was why he was still not moving much from the bed. Rosella's tiny hips were all but swimming in his shorts. But a grin spread across his face. "Does this mean that, for a change, I'm the one who gets to borrow your trousers?"

"Unless you'd be more comfortable in a dress..."

"I think not," stated Alexander with a very certain voice, and a faint smirk. "That is, unless, you should like to help me shop for one."

...oh, snap.

"Trousers it is." You evil prince. EVIL.

"So that's a no on the shopping trip?" asked Alexander, laughing and failing at sounding surprised. "I'm shocked, Maladicta, I thought you'd be jumping right at an opportunity like that. As soon as you're finished finding what of my clothing you'd like to steal this time, I'd appreciate it if you could pass me a pair."

That got a pair of trousers tossed directly at his head. "They should fit. You're nearly as slender as me."

Alexander's reflexes were a little off in his more slender self, leading to a pair of trousers in the face and a laugh. A laugh that sounded strange and made Alexander vow to not laugh as much. It was just weird, hearing his sister's voice from his own mouth.

"And here's to hoping Rosella can wear them as well as you can, too, then."

God damn you, Alexander. Being blond and attractive now.

"We'll just have to wait and see." Looking away would be polite, Maladicta.

Yes. Yes, it would.

Because Alexander might be blonde and attractive now, but he could still clear his throat suggestively just as well as before.

"Oh. I should get you a shirt as well." And stop ogling.

Maladicta turned away to grab just that. So you better take that as a favour, Alexander.

"You are too kind," said Alexander, thinking on how many shirts Maladicta would still owe him to make them even, but he was not going to miss the window of chance to get up out of bed, out of his shorts, and into Maladicta's trousers.

"You look like your sister then?" Oh god, no. Bad Maladicta! Bad!

Even Alexander could pick up on the badness in that statement, arching an eyebrow as he settled the trousers into place.

"Yes, I suppose I do..."

"I'll have to meet her next time she visits you."

Alexander tried to picture this meeting.

Alexander cleared his throat.

"I am...not very sure that is an entirely good idea, actually."

"Why not?" Stop taking this dream from her, you evil man!

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