Email to Amanda

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To (Amanda)
From: (Marie-Ange)
Subject: I am not coming to the office today.

I am not coming to the office today. You can likely guess why. I would call but... no.

I am so not at all amused by any of this.

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To: [marie-ange[
From: [amanda]

Subject: Now I check my email. And the journals

Had a cunt of a day at work, didn't come up for air all day, and found I had a girlfriend when Ange turned up for our date tonight. So I've got a reasonable idea as to why you're hiding out. Expect food delivery at some point, tho', even if I have to push it under the door. Which would mean you'd get pancakes and cookies and cheese slices. Flat things.

Seriously? You need anything? I can run down and get it for you. Tho', a little later. I'm going to be a bit busy for a while.

A.

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To: (Amanda)
From: (Marie-Ange)

I am so very unamused by this. I may open the door for food. If you promise not to laugh, since I still have Doug's shirt. Since mine obviously do not fit.

I need... to not have boy parts where my girl parts ought to be. Chocolate did not help.

My toes have hair. This is.. I do NOT like it.

~MA

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To: [Marie-Ange]
From: [Amanda]

I'm getting the unamused. Seriously tho', Angie, it's not the end of the world. One week of being a bloke, and then you're done and back to your normal self. It's not like you're not you any more. It's just you with a few... differences.

No laughing, I promise. I managed finding out I have a big sister without laughing much, I can handle the sight of you. Did you want me to look for something else to wear? Since Pete's making noises about needing you back at work some time soon.

You have hobbit feet? *grins* Okay, maybe a little laughing, but I swear, I tease because I love. You know that.

A.

PS: Ange? Makes a fucking sexy girl. And she's shorter than I am.

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To: (Amanda)
From: (Marie-Ange)
Attached: phonepic.jpg

I will be in tommorow after lunch. I have been convinced that perhaps this is not so awful. However, I am not coming into the office in Doug's t-shirt and jeans. First, the shirt is terrible and an awful color on me, and I seem to have freckles. Second, his jeans fall off me. If I must put up with this, I am going shopping.

I have hairy toes. I have large toes. I have big feet, in fact. Although that may be my bias speaking since they are -very- much larger than my feet when I am not male.

I do have really fabulous hair. It is just like my real hair, only short and male. And sideburns. They amuse me. Even as a man, I seem to be fashionable.

Subject: That picture...

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To: [hot redhead]
From: [lives dangerously]

Would it get me into too much trouble if I told you you're pretty good looking yourself like that?

A.

Re: Subject: That picture...

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To: (Not as much as you think)
From: (Has gossip)

No. Which may surprise you, but I will explain tommorow. I am... ah.. Doug demands attention.

The things I do for that.. girl.

Re: Subject: That picture...

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To: [experimenting]
From: [amused]

Don't mind me, I'm just going to go snicker in the corner... Have fun! I'll hold you to the gossip later. ;)

A.