From Alicante to The Apartment, New York, Saturday

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This morning, in her bed at her father's house in Alicante, Isabelle had woken up to feeling uncomfortable. It hadn't taken her long to realize why. Overnight, she'd become –– well, the wrong shape for pretty much everything she'd been wearing to sleep in. So, right, they were doing this again. She would've assumed Fandom's magic couldn't work through the wards around Idris, but apparently she'd thought wrong. And it'd be complicated to look like Alec here of all places.

Ugh.

So, she'd gotten out of bed with a groan, then gone to the closet to search for clothes that'd even remotely fit her. And that was when she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror.

And immediately went in for a closer look because well hello. She did not look like Alec this time. And that changed everything.

So long story short: she sent a fire message to Flick (Had to go to NY, come if you can, because she'd previously told him she'd stay in Alicante this weekend) and then listen closely until she was sure her father wasn't in the house, before sneaking into his quarters and snagging an old set of gear to wear. Then she scribbled her father a little note as well, about how Jace had asked her to come back to the city.

Fast forward, and she was home in New York. Having far too much fun going through Flick's closet space and modeling things in front of the mirrors. And if some of the modeling was sans clothes, well, could you blame her? She deserved her fun, dammit.

And her phone was filling up with pictures.

Also once Flick would hopefully make it out of Idris and his phone would start working, he was going to find several photos on there as well. Maybe he'd enjoy an unknown but attractive young man's (clothed!) selfies coming from Isabelle's number? In fact, maybe he'd even put two and two together and note the Marks and how the backgrounds looked suspiciously like their bedroom in the city. He was a smart boy, he could figure it out.

[ooc: NFB, primarily for That Guy, but can be open for calls/texts as well!]

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[flickofthewrist]

"I will, darling."

And he reached out, grabbed some of that chest hair and tugged on it sharply.

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Aaaand he was getting shoved the hell away while Isabelle looked offended.

"Ow!"

[flickofthewrist]

Flick laughed as he stumbled away, grinning and bracing himself against one wall.

"Sorry, I couldn't help myself."

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Isabelle wrinkled her nose, making a face at him. While rubbing a hand over her chest. (So weird that it was so much flatter. So weird.)

"That wasn't a smart move."

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"And why's that?" Flick asked, unable to not stare at her chest. "I thought it was fun."

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It was a good chest, it deserved to be stared at. The abs, too. Her sixpack was absurd.

She rubbed at her oh so injured chst for a second longer before dropping her hand. "It hurt. Don't do it again."

[flickofthewrist]

"Put a shirt on if you don't want me playing with your chest hair," Flick suggested. "That would be the smart thing, baby."

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Isabelle rolled her eyes at him again. "That wasn't playing, baby, and you know it," she said, and shook her head.

And let out a huff before moving on. "Anyway. Do you want lunch?"

[flickofthewrist]

"It was too playing," Flick said, nodding very firmly. "But yeah, I'd love lunch. Are you going to cook without a shirt, Isabelle? Brave girl."

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"No, I'm going to put a shirt on for that."

She flicked him on the nose before turning around to head back into the bedroom.

[flickofthewrist]

"Aww, too bad."

Isabelle turned to leave and Flick didn't even try and hide that he was checking out Isabelle's new ass.

"That's tight."

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"The pants or the ass?" Isabelle called back.

Oh, like she couldn't guess what he'd been looking at. She would've been dissappointed if he hadn't.

In the bedroom, she went and grabbed one of his t-shirts, one that seemed like it'd stretch enough to accommodate her.

[flickofthewrist]

"The pants complement the ass," Flick called out, sighing. "I'm impressed by how good the body you got is."

He hummed appreciatively and then flopped himself down on the couch while she went back there to put his clothes on, he was sure. He wouldn't be too upset if even the tee shirt was too tight. He would gladly gawk.

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Isabelle pulled the shirt on. It was a little on the tight side around the shoulders, but not in a way that would annoy her. It'd do.

"Impressed is right," she told him as she came out again. "As long as you're not surprised." Because her body was fabulous in all universes. She ran her hand through her much shorter hair as she passed through the living room, heading for the kitchen. "I'm glad you approve."

[flickofthewrist]

"You're really hot," Flick said, appreciation very evident in his voice. "I'm jealous. I don't think I got something this hot when I was a girl."

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"You were pretty attractive." She remembered doinga lot of groping. "But this is a whole other level."

So she smiled smugly, before disappearing into the kitchen.

[flickofthewrist]

"It's good to know that your ego only inflates more when you're in a different body," Flick joked, shaking his head. "It's as big as I've ever seen it right now."

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"And it's not all that's big," Isabelle called back.

She had to. She had to, it was too easy a joke to miss making it!

She looked in a couple of kitchen cupboards, taking out things she figured she was going to need.

[flickofthewrist]

"You've already looked?" Flick fake pouted. "I would have hoped to be there for that."

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Isabelle snickered. "Sorry I didn't close my eyes to change out of my all-too-small panties, baby." She was getting started on a quick pasta dish. The spices, as usual, were going to be interesting. "Don't worry, I still saved getting better acquainted for you."

[flickofthewrist]

"Oooh, did you now?" Flick asked, laughing. "I wasn't aware you wanted me to give you that type of attention."

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"Liar," Isabelle pronounced as she got some water boiling. The new body was only giving her trouble in small ways, like how everything was lower now that she was a little bit taller. It was weird, but not in a bad way. "We've talked about this before, you know. The chance that I'd one day turn into a guy form that doesn't look like my brother."

Of course she'd remember that. She had a very active imagination for one thing.

[flickofthewrist]

"Have you just been waiting for this day just to tell me that?" Flick asked, laughing. "Anticipating it?"

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"I was promised a blow job," Isabelle retorted. "I have a tendency to both remember as well an anticipate these things."

[flickofthewrist]

"I don't know, babe, my throat's kinda sore," he joked, coughing lightly. "Might have to wait till next time you're like this."