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Post by roym on Feb 28, 2012 17:36:57 GMT -4
"Well, uh, my name WAS Roy..." she sighs, figuring that it's not something that'd freak out a regular at the mansion, "Though I dunno if that's a popular name with girls around here.
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Post by observer on Feb 29, 2012 1:34:55 GMT -4
"Not one you want people knowing, unless you don't mind them knowing you were a guy." She said, sounding a bit further in the closet.
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Post by roym on Feb 29, 2012 16:58:50 GMT -4
Roy still doesn't get too close to the horrible maw of the closet. "I just want some smooth sailing, so if I need a new name, then i need a new name for awhile. ...While I'm in uniform, anyway." She pauses for too long after that; it's apparent she doesn't know, or can't think of any decent girly names for herself...
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Post by observer on Mar 1, 2012 1:23:20 GMT -4
"How about Rhonda?" Trina asked, picking up on the silince. "Would you be okay with that name?" She asked, walking out with a maid outfit similiar to hers.
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Post by roym on Mar 1, 2012 6:28:46 GMT -4
'Rhonda' nods, reaching for the dress, trying to put it on. She may need help with it, though...
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Post by observer on Mar 2, 2012 6:58:39 GMT -4
"You really were a guy." Trina giggled, walking over and helping Rhonda into the outfit. "Alright, how does that feel? Too loose or too tight?" She asked, tying the strings in the back.
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Post by roym on Mar 5, 2012 9:28:37 GMT -4
"it feels fine," Rhonda explains, though she wonders why the material feels as if it could stretch like nylon, despite, as far as she can tell, not actually made from it. She 'umphs' a little with the strings fastened, and looks down to realize that, in all likelihood, ANY garment she gets is gonna be a tad tight in the chest. "Loosen that some, huh?" she complains. "And um... please tell me I can wear like, regular shoes instead of heels or flats or whatever would make me trip up..."
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Post by observer on Mar 5, 2012 15:22:06 GMT -4
Trina loosened the top a bit, giving Rhonda a bit of breathing room. "I can get you low heels, but we have to look professional." She said. "So no tennis shoes, sandals, slippers, sneakers, boots. There's only high heels and Mary Janes."
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Post by roym on Mar 6, 2012 0:37:33 GMT -4
"Fine, whatever's flattest." Rhonda huffs, and after getting her shoes (at least she can figure those out) she paces and acts very antsy in anticipation of whatever task she's going to be set towards...
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Post by observer on Mar 6, 2012 1:30:52 GMT -4
"Alright I have your list of chores." Trina said as she walked back in the room with some sheets. She handed Rhonda the sheets before placing the note on top. '1) Put sheets on bed of room 113. 2) Dust room and gather any clothes left strewn about the room. 3) Take clothes to first floor laundry room 069. 4) Repeat with new clean sheets in laundry room. Room number will be pinned to them. Note: No snacking what so ever.' The note read. "I'll check on you a bit later, once I'm done with my own work."
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Post by roym on Mar 6, 2012 7:32:37 GMT -4
Wondering why 'no snacking' was important enough to mention, Rhonda seeks out 113 and assuming the place is empty, she strides in and sees about the bed. However, two problems occur. Her chest is rather buoyant, getting in the way several times and the other is, she's just plain afraid of touching clothes. Assuming the sheets are easily tended she looks about the room with trepidation...
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Post by observer on Mar 6, 2012 14:54:09 GMT -4
On the floor in front of the closet are a few shirts and skirts scattered around. The bed appeared to be a king size with ruffles along the bottom of the bed. Just next to the open bathroom door was a comfy looking couch with a low table in front of it. On the table was a large platter of donuts, cupcakes, cookies, and brownies.
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Post by roym on Mar 6, 2012 20:43:24 GMT -4
Despite an early start with no breakfast, Rhonda doesn't give a fig about the pastries, as she finally gets the guts to pick up the clothing. She searches under the bed before making it, having left the (hopefully safe) clothes in a pile near the door. All the while she tries tog et used to her female form, and it's jiggleness. Sufficed to say, she's bad at it, looking more moronic that she'd ever imagine strutting and stumbling about.
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Post by observer on Mar 7, 2012 1:03:42 GMT -4
The clothes seemed to be fine as they remained in the pile by the door. The way Rhonda's body moved when she walked made her glad no one was around to laugh at her. Looking around, the room didn't really look like it needed to be dusted.
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Post by roym on Mar 7, 2012 1:20:48 GMT -4
Rhonda takes the clothes to the laundry room, without much incident. In fact she's thankfull she has a big pile of something to hold in front of her so it seems less conspicuous at how awkwardly she's moving.
But a new problem begins to surface. She avoided the food in the room, she hadn't had anything since... well, before she was in diapers; as Roy she couldn't recall her last meal but she'd been fine up until now so she assumed it was dinner. But the food she'd abandoned was for guests (at least it seemed obvious to her it was...) as she heads into the laundry room, dumping the clothes off and getting new sheets, she cases the place. Maybe there's something for the staff laid out she can nibble on....
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