![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Hannibal's house, Saturday morning
Jan. 25th, 2014 12:16 pmAfter a night of hunting and butchering, Hannibal went to sleep feeling contented.
He woke up feeling contented, rolled over, and...well, that wasn't the shape he was used to. He sat up and looked down at himself. Well, he had been warned.
With a sigh, he got up and headed for the bathroom, cataloguing the differences in center of gravity and muscle mass. By the time he'd showered and taken care of business, he was reasonably confident in his newly female body. He automatically picked up his razor, then chuckled ruefully and set it back down. He wasn't entirely certain what to do with his hair - how it got long he wasn't certain, but applying logic to this was a lost cause anyway - so he combed and styled it as usual and just smoothed the bottom down. It was...acceptable.
He'd bought clothes for this possibility as soon as he'd heard of it, and had some adequate pant suits, but not being certain of his size, he'd been unable to have them properly tailored, and the bra was...uncomfortable. He grimaced at the less-than-perfect fit of everything. Well, that was the first thing to fix.
Right after breakfast.
He woke up feeling contented, rolled over, and...well, that wasn't the shape he was used to. He sat up and looked down at himself. Well, he had been warned.
With a sigh, he got up and headed for the bathroom, cataloguing the differences in center of gravity and muscle mass. By the time he'd showered and taken care of business, he was reasonably confident in his newly female body. He automatically picked up his razor, then chuckled ruefully and set it back down. He wasn't entirely certain what to do with his hair - how it got long he wasn't certain, but applying logic to this was a lost cause anyway - so he combed and styled it as usual and just smoothed the bottom down. It was...acceptable.
He'd bought clothes for this possibility as soon as he'd heard of it, and had some adequate pant suits, but not being certain of his size, he'd been unable to have them properly tailored, and the bra was...uncomfortable. He grimaced at the less-than-perfect fit of everything. Well, that was the first thing to fix.
Right after breakfast.
