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Not very. The story trailed off into blank pages after a time, so we decided to try to rewrite it for our own amusement.

So in your rewrites, what was going to happen?

The Master was going to fall into the chocolate river and drown, and then the Oompa Loompas would begin to sing a song about it...

You two didn't write a song, did you?

No, we didn't get that far. Billy would have written it, though, not me.

That's a shame.

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Did you hold up okay during that last flood or whatever it was? I know you never react well when stuff like that happens.

The other men made me feel extremely uncomfortable, and Rube was useless.

The other men are idiots, and their word doesn't amount to anything.

Unless you mean they were doing something more than talking. They'd better not have been.

And Rube... Did he ever talk to you while it was going on? Check on you? ~~I don't think he'd still be mad~~

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They were staring, mostly. I didn't enjoy having their eyes on me whenever I was minding my own business. Oh, and the Master was making death threats against me, for some reason.

He did. He just wasn't terribly helpful.

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Not that I needed it. I got through that flood in one piece, and Angelica didn't harm my body, and I didn't harm hers.

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The Master? The new one or the usual? What did he say?

And I see. Did it change things at all? Knowing the body belonged to someone and that you hadn't just changed form, I mean?

The usual one. You would have to ask Billy for the details; he didn't tell me. Anyway, the Master's rubbish regardless of whose body he's in. I punched him a few times.

It made me more careful. And... ~~I felt sympathy for her~~ that's all.

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The person I switched with wouldn't shut up about my hair.

How silly. The hair was the least disconcerting thing about being a woman.

I know.

Makes a person feel like there's something wrong.

I won't deny that it does feel strange to go from a short-cropped head to a load of hair, but honestly, I think the breasts and the... daintiness are more troublesome.

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Daintiness?

Y'know that doesn't come with the anatomy; that's a mental thing.

I'm talking about size and strength here, not demeanour.

Perhaps.

Though come to think of it, I'm trying to remember if your 'demeanor' changes that much between bodies. Didn't see you much this time, of course.

Do you think you act very differently?

You would have to ask somebody else.

I don't think so. Earlier floods had affected me more, but I blame that on the influx of unfamiliar hormones to my body. In this case, it wasn't as though my body changed at all, so much as I was in another's.

Do you think you were being watched more because it was you in a woman's body or because you were a woman?

Because I was a woman, I presume. I doubt there is that much latent attraction towards me, after all.

The fact that I really was a man didn't seem to be much of a deterrence.

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No, it really isn't much of a deterrence. So you don't think it was just the novelty, then.

No, I think it was: there's a woman; I'll have a good stare.

One man propositioned me to come out to where he could look at me. Nothing more. It was unnerving.

I don't personally get it a lot unless I'm dressed a certain way, but it happens. Then again, I'm not exactly dainty, am I?

You also don't have communal showers.

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