Is dissecting your hand a bit too—
I am sorry about the fact you’re still stuck in this dimension. I’m sure your Watson is beside herself with worry, if there’s any sort of parallel time continuation.
But your hand—
No, Sherlock. No.
Cake and Bees is now open!
Like slash? Like girly slash? Fantastic! We’re all
entirely too lazy to deal with wigsrocking the femlock tonight.Come in, hang out, chat a while. Confirmed so far are man!Riley (on text), fem!John, fem!Sherlock, and fem!Seb, but remember that any Sherlock cosplay(and anyone else who is in some sort of cosplay and asks) is welcome to broadcast as well. Remember the basic rules: be nice, have fun, don’t be a card or Femiarty will turn you into stilettos.
Link: Baby click me gently.
Pass: femlock
No, I know exactly what you’re saying.
That’s why we have rules, Sherlock.
Not ‘rules’, like most things your male counterpart seems to brush off as me just spouting garbage.
RULES.
If you break or ruin anything of mine, or belonging to Mrs. H, you replace it.
Receipt. Take it. Use it to get the replacement, and you’ll do it on your own. That’s ample punishment in and of itself, if you hate shopping just as much as my Sherlock does.
Wait, so in another layer, or however it works, you actually are a woman?
So this is actually accurate?
… No, not entirely, I can answer that. I’m happy to meet with you and help as I can. If there’s another version of myself that knows you, then I know they’re worried sick about not knowing where you are.
First off, the whole thing was a bit bad of a joke, hardly a magic trick.
Secondly, Sherlock is just as bad as I am, if not worse. God, why do I have so much hair now.
Lastly, I still am John, just with a female body at the moment. However, if you’re going to call me by a female name, I prefer Jane. I genuinely dislike the sound of ‘Joan’. It sounds like my name, only drunk.
I really can’t focus in this body, novel as it was for a while.
~*DOINK OF MORE MAGIC*~
There, that should do it.
…Oh, God.
Not again.
Good news, Doctor! I’ve already met her— Sherly, that is. Sherlock hasn’t found out about her yet, but I really can’t promise anything. You know how clever he is.
But she wasn’t alone— she was with her blogger, who is a female me. They were handcuffed at the time, you see.
I can’t really say for my other self, but I don’t really see more than one person at a time. it being another version of Sherlock is no exception to the rule.
Especially when the two of them seem to be so close as well. It’s… rather nice to think about, really.
I am an experienced medical doctor recently returned from Afghanistan.