You have the right to remain sexy
Nov 30, 2013 17:45:58 GMT -5
Post by Roger Vandelay on Nov 30, 2013 17:45:58 GMT -5
'Oh Jesus Christ, I am not that lucky.'
This was the exact thought Roger Vandelay had when he walked into training a few months ago to find he had a new trainer. As a sixteen-year-old boy, he was very much aware of his sexual preferences, and while he'd yet to act on any instincts, he certainly knew what he liked, and he certainly liked the look of his new trainers. Tall, tan, suave... the perfect man, really, and best of all, there were two of them. He had been training with a vengeance since arriving at the institute - the possibility of being able to transform into anybody he wanted was simply too compelling not to dive in head-first - and he had improved quite a bit over the past year, so he was sure he could impress his new trainer with both his abilities and his sex appeal. Because nobody was immune to Roger's sex appeal, were they?
It was now a few months later, and training had been going well, though the other aspect of his plan certainly wasn't. But that was okay, as there were plenty of man-fish in the sea that was the Hammel Institute. Still, trainers were forbidden fruit, which was yummy, so he never stopped hoping. But today, he had one particular purpose, and that was to play a little prank on his trainer (he kept going back and forth between referring to them as one and two people in his mind, as he still didn't really understand how gestalt pairs worked). If it went as planned, it would be pretty funny and would also show off his improvement over the past few months.
Walking into the training building, Roger was decked out in a police officer's uniform, having shape-shifted into a rather hefty, middle-aged African American woman. He was Officer Sherry Sherman, and he was ready to pull a fast one on the Thanos Twins with this new character of his.
Opening the door to his usual training room about a minute and a half after training was supposed to begin - enough time, he hoped, for his trainer to start wondering why he wasn't on-time - and struck a strong pose in the doorway. "Are you the trainers for a Mister Roger Vandelay?" She asked in a deep voice.
This was the exact thought Roger Vandelay had when he walked into training a few months ago to find he had a new trainer. As a sixteen-year-old boy, he was very much aware of his sexual preferences, and while he'd yet to act on any instincts, he certainly knew what he liked, and he certainly liked the look of his new trainers. Tall, tan, suave... the perfect man, really, and best of all, there were two of them. He had been training with a vengeance since arriving at the institute - the possibility of being able to transform into anybody he wanted was simply too compelling not to dive in head-first - and he had improved quite a bit over the past year, so he was sure he could impress his new trainer with both his abilities and his sex appeal. Because nobody was immune to Roger's sex appeal, were they?
It was now a few months later, and training had been going well, though the other aspect of his plan certainly wasn't. But that was okay, as there were plenty of man-fish in the sea that was the Hammel Institute. Still, trainers were forbidden fruit, which was yummy, so he never stopped hoping. But today, he had one particular purpose, and that was to play a little prank on his trainer (he kept going back and forth between referring to them as one and two people in his mind, as he still didn't really understand how gestalt pairs worked). If it went as planned, it would be pretty funny and would also show off his improvement over the past few months.
Walking into the training building, Roger was decked out in a police officer's uniform, having shape-shifted into a rather hefty, middle-aged African American woman. He was Officer Sherry Sherman, and he was ready to pull a fast one on the Thanos Twins with this new character of his.
Opening the door to his usual training room about a minute and a half after training was supposed to begin - enough time, he hoped, for his trainer to start wondering why he wasn't on-time - and struck a strong pose in the doorway. "Are you the trainers for a Mister Roger Vandelay?" She asked in a deep voice.