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]

"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."

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"Well, I hear hand jobs are kinda fun too."

She wasn't sure whether he was joking or not, so, hey. Best go the route of least assholeishness. Anyway, she was chopping some things and tossing them in a pot. A scent was starting to waft out of the kitchen.

It was hard to tell what it was.

[flickofthewrist]

"You are really into feeling what a guy does," Flick said, laughing. "I will gladly get down on my knees for you, Isabelle, so you can experience what a blow job is like."

He sniffed the air and frowned because he couldn't really place the scent.

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Wasn't it good to be home?

"That's better," she replied, a smirk to her voice. (It still weirded her out how she sounded. It was as if she expected to sound the same even though her entire body was different.) "Thank you for allowing me to explore my sexuality in a healthy fashion."

[flickofthewrist]

"You haven't used your hand yet?" Flick asked curiously. "Haven't touched yourself at all?"

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"Only a little," she admitted, peering into the pot before adjusting the heat. "I didn't make it home that much before you did, you know."

[flickofthewrist]

"Aww, too bad. It's pretty enjoyable," he said, sniffing again and frowning again. "What are you making, babe?"

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"It's kind of like a quick pasta stew thing," she said, whatever that meant. She was technically working from a recipe, but she was improvising a lot. She just wanted it to be a little quicker! And a little tastier. "It's going to be delicious."

[flickofthewrist]

"A quick pasta stew thing," he repeated, nodding. "What's in it?"

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"Pasta ––" Duh. "–– some veggies, some herbs. It's healthy for you."

Debatable.

[flickofthewrist]

"That sounds...interesting," Flick said with a nod. "And delicious. Very good."

He hoped.

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Hope was such a precious thing around Isabelle's cooking.

"It'll be ready soon," she told him. In fact, she went to get bowls and utensils ready. "Maybe I'll make something a little more grandiose tomorrow."

[flickofthewrist]

"Whatever you wanna do, you should do," Flick said, nodding. "I'll eat anything you cook."

He'd done it before, he could do it again.

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It made Jace feel impressed with him, if nothing else.

"You're very good at eating, it's true."

She got glasses to go with their other kitchenware.

[flickofthewrist]

"I'm good at a multitude of things," he answered airily. "Some you'll find out about soon enough."

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"Mm-hmmm." So much smirking in such a little sound. "But you should come eat, first. Get your strength up, baby."

She was setting the table. Getting water for the glasses before checking the stew. Yes, looking nice and ready and probably not poisonous.

[flickofthewrist]

"And here I thought you'd bring the food to me," he joked, pushing himself up and making his way into the dining room. The smell got stronger but more confusing here.

"It smells...interesting," he said, sitting down and nodding. "Very interesting."