Originally posted on May 8, 2025.
I recently turned this into a comic on DeviartArt, but here is the original caption series!
After the other bands played, we went back to her place. It was in one of those new condo buildings that had popped up in the neighborhood. It was so clean without a rat or roach to been seen. Her closet was filled with so many clothes, and I was pretty sure some of her outfits were more expensive than my entire wardrobe. She told I could help myself to whatever I wanted, since she wouldn't be able to wear it anymore.
She also advised me to take a shower an change right then and there. After all, I had gotten sweaty from my performance. I wasn't really sure what to wear, so I asked her to pick something out for me while I cleaned up. I was pretty shocked the she trusted me in the shower by myself, and I decided I was not going to violate that trust. As such, my shower was quick and efficient. I stayed in her spare bedroom -- I had never heard of anyone in this city who could afford a 'spare' bedroom before.
The next day, she had an outfit laid out for me. It wasn't at all my style, but I didn't want to complain. I snapped an akward selfie in one of her mirrors on my way out. Then we went to my place, so she could pick up some of my clothes as well. She didn't say a single word about how shitty it was. Yet we both knew we had a lot to discuss.
We obviously decided to exchange clothes, and she'd arrange to have them moved to her place -- though I asked to hold onto a few t-shirts for sentimental reasons, which wasn't a problem. Then she sighed and told me she wasn't comfortable with me staying in my apartment either. Given the broken lock on the door and the crappy location, she was legitimately concerned for her body's safety -- I hadn't really thought of that aspect of being a woman. She offered her spare room that I could stay in rent-free, and she even said she'd move my stuff in along with the clothes that she needed.
I asked if it would be awkward to see our original bodies all the time. What if we did things the other disapproved of, or what if we started dating? She quieted my concerns. She explained that it wasn't a long term solution, but it would at least work for now -- and there wasn't any point to worrying about problems until they acually arose. I'd probably always remember how much I dismissed her, and how much she impressed me in those first 24 hours.
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