Doug and Jake, Thursday afternoon

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Doug spots what looks like Morgan coming out of Jake's apartment, and is not easily fooled. Backdated to Thursday.



Shifting took a lot of energy, especially when you were adding height, and breasts, and hips. The good news was that he and Morgan were around the same weight, but still, stretching to be taller always made Jake feel...hollow, somehow. Uncomfortable. Maybe a little fragile, though he'd never admit that.

Above all else, shifting took energy, and that made him hungry. A quick look at Morgan's fridge told him everything he needed to know about her eating habits--namely, that he could make a decent sandwich, but not much else. There was really good, thick, fudgy cake in his apartment, though, and so after his sandwich he'd sneaked in there when the coast was clear.

It wasn't as clear when he sneaked out, however. He did his best to look as casual and Morgan-like as possible, as if she'd just been stopping by to borrow a cup of sugar or something. He glanced up at Doug, hoping that he'd gotten all of the chocolate frosting off of his mouth. "Hey there."

Doug raised his eyebrows. Clearly something was afoot if Jake was impersonating Morgan. It wasn't just that he was leaving his own apartment that tipped Doug off, but something about the way he carried himself. His mimicry of Morgan's form was picture-perfect, down to the small blemishes here and there on her blue skin, but he stood differently. "What, is this like how twins masquerading as each other or something?" he asked with a smirk. "Shapeshifters playing dressup with each others' bodies?"

Jake blinked at him, then sighed. "You could've pretended you didn't know it was me." He shook his head ruefully. "Well, that's Morgan two, Jake zero. Apparently I suck at being her."

"Don't feel too bad," Doug said in a more conciliatory tone. "I spotted her when she was walking around as Manuel, so really it's Doug two, shapeshifters zero." He shrugged. "My power probably doesn't help your chances either." He peered at Jake more closely. "So, is this a curiosity thing, or a stuck again thing?" He had a definite curiosity, especially given the time he'd spent in a female body himself.

The shapeshifter wrinkled his nose at the memory of being stuck as a girl for over a year. "Happily, it's only temporary, and by choice. Morgan and I started talking shop, and we decided to let her be me for a while. I figured if she got to be me, I'd try to be her." He shrugged. "Not that I seem to be doing a very good job at it. Of course, I ran into Adrienne, who knows her better than most, and you caught me coming out of my place, so I think I've been at a disadvantage both times."

"I think you're right," Doug mused with a nod. He cocked his head in thought. "So does that mean you're wearing her clothes and she's wearing yours?" His eyes widened. "Does that mean you're wearing her underwear? ...does Morgan even wear underwear? And if so..." He trailed off and covered his face with one hand while waving wildly with the other. "I don't want to know, I don't want to know."

Jake smirked in a very Morgan-like fashion. "It's so very tempting to tell you now, but I think I'll save it as ammunition for later. Although you'll be sad to know that you've missed the pair of topless Morgans that were in that apartment just hours ago." He indicated his own door with a tilt of his head. "That was fun."

It wasn't as though he was madly lusting after Morgan, but that mental image would have caused the same reaction in any red-blooded heterosexual male, regardless of their preferences. He grinned a bit salaciously. "Now there's a mental image for you," he said.

That earned him a wicked grin in return. "Not just mental for me," Jake bragged. "I can almost understand why that Sam kid went a little crazy."

"Makes him fit in better, I suppose," Doug chuckled. "We're all quite mad here."