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Published: 2010-09-29 05:45:41 +0000 UTC; Views: 5029; Favourites: 42; Downloads: 180
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No real story behind this one other then I wanted to do the long sleeved jersey look (shirt not the location, shich I hear is actually getting better)So it's a caption it yourself.
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I've heard that New Jersey's always been nice outside of the industrial estates. Its namesake over here's always been pretty pleasant though.
"OK, you'll need to take another dose.", crackled the voice through the radio.
Chris, complied, removing a capsule from a blister pack and swallowing it before continuing to trudge through the damp. After a few moments, she felt a familiar sensation as the nanites within were released and sighed a surprisingly deep sigh.
"Progress Report?", crackled the voice again.
Chris sighed again, this one was much higher pitched and feminine than the last but she remained unfazed by the change.
"Proceeding as planned. Side effects within acceptable limits.", Chris replied.
"Excellent, proceed to the second rendezvous point. You'll be provided with a new set of clothes. Remember to continue taking the medicapsules at regular intervals, the consequences of forgetting will be a lot harder to reverse than the side effects.", and with that the radio fell silent.
Chris sighed again before hunching slightly to fit into a tunnel, which made her realise that her chest had expanded into a pair of C cups.
"Well at least they'll hold my jersey on", she murmured to herself before pulling the increasingly baggy sleeves up a little higher.
Realising her hair was beginning to grow long enough the get in her eyes now, she hoped the change of clothes would include a hat, or at least something to tie in back with. In any case Chris could only wonder what lay ahead that could justify rushing them out before they could secure medical supplies which were compatible with the whole unit.
"...at least I won't have to worry about being the only guy on the team this time." she added to herself before swallowing another capsule.
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Hmmm Needs a little background as to why he is taking the capsules.
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I wanted to go for one of those "leave it up to the reader" things. The general idea (which I've tried to imply) is that he's a male member of a mainly female military unit, the medication is some sort of nanite which works differently in males to females. Because of short notice they only have "female" medication available (possibly because he forgot to call quartermaster...that Saturday 
If you want an explanation (I'm about to make up the specifics as I go along here 
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Ouchy! Decent trade-off.
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When he finds out what the quartermaster had sent for him to wear, he might decide acute cancer's worth it.
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or to get even with said quartermaster.
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Probably a bad idea, considering she'll be responsible for equiping him for his next mission too (and probably has enough influence to decide what it is at least once)...
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Only if it can be traced back to her.
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True, but if he still hasn't been forgiven for failing to call then she might just decide it was him anyway.
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Jack frowned as he tried to find his way through the maze-like tunnels under campus. 'Freshman Initiation' his ass, he grumbled under his breath. He still had no clue what that weird glowing design he had found earlier was, but at least that weird tingling feeling he got when he touched it was gone now. Still, something seemed off, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
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Not intentionally. Was thinking random college fraternity initiation. Where you get to join the party one way or another.
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"Now where did I put my masculinity?"
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That's what happens when it falls off in the toilet and you flush without realizing!
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"Pfft. There's no tentacle monsters in the sewers..."
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Of course not! Sara prefers the Lovecraft Room 
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"The deadliest game?" no, no;"The sexiest game"! Trap 1 TG's, trap 2 bimbofies, trap 3 kills. "All who survive may leave" or maybe do it death race style "pass through x times and win freedom".
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Meh, Iām just brainstorming. Violence+Sexy=Ratings
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"Survive the maze, solve it's puzzles, or become another immoral work of art in my gallery thinking only happy thoughts for eternity."
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Hmmm, needs a little more background
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"I'm gonna find you and wring your neck!"
"Sorry dear, I'm not even in that pocket universe you're in, and I'm not your own universe either, just as you aren't at the moment."
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Hmm. Sounds like a start
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"So a sadistic mage from another universe with a taste for thinking art, teleports me to YET ANOTHER universe, that seems to be just one big maze I'm supposed to solve or end up part of his gallery?"
"That's right."
"And why am I a girl?"
"He likes women. Which means you're thinking like one too now, you just don't realize it since people don't exactly question their own nature."
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Hmmm... for some reason, I'm thinking of a slasherfic, with all the violent deaths replaced with clever TG-traps...
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So....it's like Saw...but with a girly doll instead of a puppet?
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Uhh, that too...
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This one looks heroic though, so might be the survivor of stranger transformations?
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Mmm, maybe someone that turned the tables on the puppet-master, and/or is still working her way through the laberinthe... trying to avoid the remaining traps.
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