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Desperation Drabble (If I made that Dribble, I'd have a title, not that it needs one)
My brain really didn’t want to write today (14-hour workdays will do that to me). Snarkgoddess’ sister prompted: "Willow (from Buffy) Samhain shenanigans with body switching, go:"
Somewhat desperately, I went (though not as desperately as Buffy, and not quite where she intended):
Buffy had to pee so badly, she ached.
Very gingerly, she unzipped and slipped her hand down into her pants. She’d never wanted to know, but now she did: boxers, and Giles dressed left. Watching a spider off to her left crawl up the outhouse wall and not looking down at her hands at all she pulled little Giles out and pointed, blind, in the general direction of the toilet.
Unclenching was... different as a boy.
Of course, the next thing she heard was a steady stream against the floor. She tried to stop and OW! She fumbled in her surprise and managed to pee on her shoes. Damn thing was like a firehose.
She was never--EVER--telling Giles she’d thought that about his penis.
Somewhat desperately, I went (though not as desperately as Buffy, and not quite where she intended):
Buffy had to pee so badly, she ached.
Very gingerly, she unzipped and slipped her hand down into her pants. She’d never wanted to know, but now she did: boxers, and Giles dressed left. Watching a spider off to her left crawl up the outhouse wall and not looking down at her hands at all she pulled little Giles out and pointed, blind, in the general direction of the toilet.
Unclenching was... different as a boy.
Of course, the next thing she heard was a steady stream against the floor. She tried to stop and OW! She fumbled in her surprise and managed to pee on her shoes. Damn thing was like a firehose.
She was never--EVER--telling Giles she’d thought that about his penis.
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Also? The icon is awesome.
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Feel free to nab the icon, if you'd like. It's one of mine from that inexplicable set of kitties and puppies in the snow I made a while back (http://rivestra.livejournal.com/22492.html).
Maybe I should slide a few more of those into my personal set. It was freezing this am.
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Look! there's maor!
“If it has to be today,” Buffy said to the spider, “maybe I can get some of that drug they give to victims. You know, the stuff that makes you forget?”
The spider does not comment, but Buffy grimaced at herself at the thought and decided that, should she get her hands on some, she’s going to slip to to Giles instead of taking it herself. In the meantime, she’s not going to dwell on the kind of bathroom adventures he’s having in her skin.
In retrospect, it seemed clear that fire-nachos for lunch had been a mistake.
Sighing, she asked the spider, “So, do I wipe it, or just... “ she did a little dance, “wave it around?”
The spider was stubbornly silent.
“I bet you’re not even a boy spider,” Buffy told it crossly and squished it with a wad of toilet paper.
She tucked little Giles back into his pants (Or should that be her pants? And she thought she’d had trouble with pronouns in English class before.) and sighed again, just to herself this time. No matter how she wiggled, it felt like she’d positioned it wrong in the boxers.
Time to stop fidgeting and face the music. She opened the outhouse door and headed back toward the group.
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