“Hahaha.. You’re a bitch too!”You win the award of being the queen of bitches, though.
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“Ahh.. But you’re the bitch mistress of the world.”
That would be you, since you got transformed first. Whoops, sucks for you.
“… Fuck you!”
Yeah, you would love to do that. But, sorry for crushing your dreams, it will never happen.
“Why the fuck would I want your disgusting body anywhere near mine?!”
“Hahaha.. You’re a bitch too!”You win the award of being the queen of bitches, though.
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“Ahh.. But you’re the bitch mistress of the world.”
That would be you, since you got transformed first. Whoops, sucks for you.
“… Fuck you!”
“Hahaha.. You’re a bitch too!”You win the award of being the queen of bitches, though.
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“Ahh.. But you’re the bitch mistress of the world.”
…Uh.
Uhh..?
…Can I help you, tarfo?
… Why the harsh word?
“I’m not a servant.. Just a simple visitor, but I do know of a place of which there would be clothing.” He said, and went to a bedroom, that the woman probably never really noticed. He flicked the lights on, and looked around the dust covered room, before going to under the bed, pulling out a large box. He opened it and there was a purple coloured dress, and some shoes, along with everything else. “Here..”
“Is that so..?” She followed regardless and without question on anything thing, despite the urge to. Her main drive was simply finding clothes right now that wouldn’t have her apprehended. She followed quietly into the room, stopping shortly after the door-way however. Eyes widening at the actual discovery. Finally allowing herself permission to question it. “How exactly did you know where this was..?”
“I use to live in a home similar to this..” Szeb said standing up, with the box in arms. He went to the door way and gave the box to the woman before walking off to the bathroom, shutting the door… There was a poof, and smoke came out the bottom and when Hungary stepped out… He was now a she..
You’re joking.. right?
/poofs/

“Szebasztian.” He corrected. The S’s were silent and supposed to be said like the Z.
“Szebasztian, then. I do not have the foggiest clue if you’re a servant here or not, but I am currently unable to locate women’s clothing.”
“Could you locate me some..?”
“I’m not a servant.. Just a simple visitor, but I do know of a place of which there would be clothing.” He said, and went to a bedroom, that the woman probably never really noticed. He flicked the lights on, and looked around the dust covered room, before going to under the bed, pulling out a large box. He opened it and there was a purple coloured dress, and some shoes, along with everything else. “Here..”
“Oh, but I thought it was time for my comments.” Szeb said with a small smile and chuckle, bowing a bit.
“…..” She only responded with a pout, even as the male gave a half bow. “Sebastian, did you say your name was…?”
“Szebasztian.” He corrected. The S’s were silent and supposed to be said like the Z.