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By the time that Klaus and Obi-Wan roll out of bed and take a shower, Klaus's new body is very well fucked and a little sore, but in a satisfying sort of way. It isn't as stressful as he might have thought, suddenly having a different body. He knows that it isn't permanent and he'll be back to himself soon enough, so he might has well have some fun with it.

When Obi-Wan has to leave to go visit with Anakin and the twins, Klaus pouts but doesn't protest, because he knows how much the babies mean to him. He also declines Obi-Wan's offer to join him, because he has no idea what to do around babies and Anakin always looks at him as if he's vaguely confused by the entire concept of him, so he doesn't really feel like dealing with that.

Instead, he pulls on a dress that he must have claimed from Allison's things. It's flowy and purple and not at all seasonal, so he pulls his coat on over it. The thing envelopes him almost entirely, given how small he is, and it's after he walks to the door that he realizes that he doesn't have any shoes. He puts on a few pairs of socks and then steps into a pair of his lighter boots, leaving him to clomp around ridiculously on his way over to Harley's apartment. She has to be the next to see him like this, obviously.

By the time he gets to her door, he's shivering his shapely ass off, teeth chattering as he lifts a hand to knock loudly on her door. He gave her no warning, of course. It'll be more fun this way.

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It was early.

Or maybe it wasn't. Maybe I'd just had a long night. I'd been real good lately. I hadn't done anything too terribly dangerous or embarrassing or illegal. But some nights, when the dark, sad, squirmy feelings in my stomach got to be too much, I had to go out dancing. I had to get a little too drunk.

I should've called Klaus. I should've gone to Obi-Wan. They had a way of making the unbalanced parts in my head feel blissfully quiet and stable, but I hadn't always been great at doing what was best for myself.

Still wearing the wrinkled dress from last night, makeup smudged and hair a mess, I shuffled to the door, swinging it open and squinting at the lady standing there enveloped in Klaus's coat.

And Klaus's boots.

"Okay, I'm gonna need some coffee to handle this."

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"Aw, you weren't even surprised!" Klaus says with a pout, stamping one foot before barging inside and shutting the door after him. "It was this damn coat, right? I shouldn't have worn my signature piece!"

He takes off the coat in question and tosses it onto the sofa and then pulls his little feet out of the boots, leaving him in only a flowly, sleeveless purple dress as he skips over to join Harley in the kitchen.

"Oof, long night?" He asks, reaching out to wipe away a bit of smudged eyeliner with his thumb. "You wanna gab all about it like girlfriends? Maybe have a pillow fight?"

"The coat, the boots, the whole," I gestured to the lot of him, because even all girly, I'd recognize him anywhere. Was that too cheesy?

"I'll caffeinate, then we'll braid each other's hair," I promised, standing in front of the coffee maker and glaring at it like it had betrayed my whole family and killed my dog.

"You're still prettier than me. How is that fair?"

"Fair enough." It is a pretty distinctive coat, he supposes. "Ooh, a cup for me too, please."

Klaus is in a good mood despite the sudden change of his body, perhaps because he's already had a couple of orgasms in it and it's hard not to feel good after something like that. He also feels very tiny and he's pretty sure the dress he chose was made to be used with some sort of boob tape, because it's very low cut and after he tries to fix it to cover tits, he just sort of gives up. Harley has seen his nipples plenty of times in his normal body. She can see these ones, too.

"Oh, you stop it," Klaus tells her, reaching out to playfully smack her ass before sidling up next to her. "You're gorgeous and we both know it."

"Of course I'm gorgeous, sweetie. We've got to be the two hottest messes in this whole city, hands down," I agreed, frowning at the coffee maker and fumbling with the grounds and the filter thingie. PhD or not, I swear these newfangled espresso machines are designed to make a person feel stupid.

"You come here to let me dress you up like a little doll, just like our Jedi friend?"

"Obviously," Klaus replies, leaving her to the coffee while he goes to get two mugs from the cupboard. He has to reach up so much higher to do that now. "You know how much I just adore your wardrobe. Now you can't give me any excuses about things not fitting me."

After setting the mugs down, Klaus steps up behind Harley and chuckles when he realizes that he's a little shorter now, and can't rest his chin on top of her head. Instead he rests it on her shoulders and curls his hands around her hips, playfully tugging her back against him. "You know how long I've been waiting to get into your pants."

"Just think, now you can finally fit in them," I said, playing dumb while I filled our cups, mindlessly fixing both our coffees just how we like them.

I couldn't even say how I know how he takes his coffee, and as I dumped in extra sugar, I realized it might've been that I was just making them both how I took my own.

"It's been ages since I've screwed around with a woman. You think it's like riding a bike?"

"I don't know if riding would be the right analogy," Klaus says as he reaches around her to grab a coffee. He usually drinks it black, but he isn't going to say no to a little sugar. "Maybe more like wrapping presents."

He makes a scissor cutting motion with his free hand and then winks before taking a careful sip from the mug. Nodding his approval, he makes his way down the hall to Harley's bedroom to head straight for her closet.

"It's been a long time for me too," Klaus calls out as if he's just realizing it, which maybe he is. "Not since Obi-Wan was that hot little piece."

"Okay, now we've got proof you're still a boy under there. You're making scissoring jokes," I said, rolling my eyes dramatically.

"That wasn't that long ago, was it? God, I'm terrible with time."

I flung open the doors of my closet, gesturing him inside. "What's mine is yours, sweet cheeks."

"Hell, I get confused about how old I am if I think about it too hard," Klaus says distractedly, setting his mug down on the dresser as he steps into the closet. That's more the fault of time travel, but he figures that it counts. "But it was a bit ago, yeah."

He laughs at the pet name and pulls the dress over her head, leaving him in nothing but a pair of his own lacy purple underwear. He reaches back and gives said sweet cheeks a pat through the lace before reaching for a bright pink dress and yanking it off its hanger.

"Your clothes are so fantastic." He walks back out of the closet and slings the dress over his bare shoulder so he can reach for the coffee again. "I have no idea what I should steal."