Third Man Walking

"Oh my god. How do people walk in these?"

The voice coming through the doorway, accompanied by an appropriate body, was not a familiar one. But that was because, like many others recently, Jacob had been caught up in a devious spell that caused sudden rain and everyone caught in it to switch up their genders. So the <a href='http://s20.postimg.org/dwc597fjx/sample_c8f35e366cb6eea1f21de7b1f081b493_jpeg_115.jpg' target='_blank' rel='nofollow'>leggy lady</a> walking through the door had technically only been around for a very short time.

In the period of time since then, Jacob had gotten a hold of some women's clothing to wear in the meantime. Borrowed from Lydia, whom was now a man, the clothes would do the job and save Jacob from having to go out and buy new clothes or uncomfortably retrofitting his existing wardrobe.

The problem then was that, even as a woman, Jacob was still rather tall. The transformation had shrunk her only an inch or two, at best. Lydia, however, was still shorter than him, and the clothing that she COULD squeeze herself into was tight and clingy. Sure, it might have been nice to some to see a milfy older woman in tight jeans, cowgirl boots, and a slightly too-small t-shirtshirt. But to Jacob, she was finding it hard to walk and breathe. But at least her butt looked good.

After getting in the door, Jacob finally noticed Evander, the little griffin that was somehow a TA. She shot him a smile and flopped down into a chair at the table. Her voice was breathy and mature, like a classical lounge singer.

"Ahoy there, Evander. I assume you didn't get caught in the rain, so to speak? What's with the cards?"

Odin walked down the hallway with a hood up after just coming in from the rain. Heading to his office by the Lounge he dropped his things off and picked up his personal Tea cup. he walked out of his office in his purple over coat and black shirt and pants as well as white frills from his button up shirt. He walked into the lounge and looked inside.

"Holy Fuck. Evander. Read your profile ya winged boss. Nice to met cha. I'm Odin." He saw the deck of cards and pulled out a cigar and put it in his mouth and held onto it. He wasn't going to smoke it in the lounge, there was no ash tray. "What cha thinkin'? Little bit of gamblin' in the room? I like it."

He looked at the new girl who was also in the room and looked at her. She was.. New but something looked familiar. The Eyes? Nah. Odin began to make himself a cup of tea in the corner of the room as he walked away and put his cloak on a chair that claimed it as his chair for now.

"What ever you are doing Feathers deal me in. He said with a smile on his face, almost looking forward to it. then he looked at the Girl who sat close to where his chair was. "So how are ya doing? Never seen you around."

Sticking with the her cowgirl theme, Jacob shot off a finger gun at Evander.

"Bingo. It's me, Jacob, Odin. Only with... these."

Jacob cupped his impressive chest and squished the two together for emphasis. While they were modestly sized for a woman of her size and age, they were amazing firm and perky. Jacob chalked it up to not actually having inhabited the body for years, so the ravages of time had not been slowly eating away at her body. Which left her looking like feminine version of his male self: a forty year old that could pass for roughly half her age.

"And what happened was that some magical pranksters flip-flopped the genders on some folks. Notably, anyone caught in their magical rain. I don't know the details, but a few people seem to know who might be behind this."

Now seeing as Jacob was a man until only very recently, she lacked the built-in knowledge of how to conduct herself as a lady. So as she sat in her chair, her legs were splayed like she still had something to possibly squish between them and leaned back in the chair still squeezing her chest. Not sexually. Unlike many of the genderswapped teens running around campus, Jacob had no desire to "explore" his new body. He had had more than his fill of the feminine form in his time, and he could just deal with boobs. But they still made handy fidget-toys, like stress balls or a squeeze toy.

"And yeah. What are you doing with those cards anyway? Trying to get a friendly game going? Heh... Saw the new situation and wanted to get a game of strip poker going?"

Odin set his cup of tea down at his seat and put in a cube of sugar and a splash of milk into it as he put the sugar and milk away to their respective area. He then held the cup in one hand and the little plate in the other. It was a boring day and Odin had no other classes today so he was doing paper work as well as painting, but that was it.

"huh, those are new, how'd the operation go?"

He said with a laugh in his voice. He did hear about some magical pranksters doing stuff like this and heard that something was going on today though it wasn't really his place to do much if it was just rumors of something.

"yeah, got caught in that eh? Well, good to know some students still got Balls of Steel. The lil fucks."

Odin sat in the chair and sat up right holding the tea still putting down the plate, pulling out a small box of cigars from his jacket so he didn't ruin the box at all or break the items inside. He opened it and took a quick count. 4/5 he remembered having one last night and forgot to load it.

"I got no classes today. I wouldn't mind a game of almost anything. I mean, we probably won't have much to do today unless some student decides to off another one or set fire to my classroom... Or my Prep room."