Mary Winchester | 25 | Accidental Video

[was_a_hunter]

[Mary (In Badou's body) doesn't even realize she's being recorded. There's a towel draped around the hips of her current body, a sheen of water signalling that she just got out of a shower.]

If I'm never a man again, it will be too soon...

[She'll never complain about woman problems again. No matter what she went through, it had nothing on being a man...freaking body had a mind of it's own.]

If this goes on much longer, Badou might be missing a vital part when he gets his body back...

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[notkinkypatch]

[Re!Badou points shakily and his face drains of all color as he wheezes] FIRST YOU THREATEN MY PRECIOUS NADS AN NOW YOU'RE BRINGIN UP KINKY SHIT?! WHAT THE EVER LOVIN FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOUR BEDROOM HABITS? DON'T PROJECT ONTO MINE, DAMMIT! [HELP! POLICE! A weiner psycho!] It ain't like I can just wave a wand an /my/ wand behaves. 'm talented but that's otherworldly.

Now you've gone too fuckin far. Nobody asked you t-to breathe! With my tar caked lungs! ]Zing! A really poor one.] Fer all you know back home we humans coulda adapted to breathin with cigarettes. Breathin as one. In harmony with all that poison an deliciousness. I'm in deep, babe.

[Badou's teeny arms drop down to grab at his teeny privates, and his face pinches uncomfortably] Whoa whoa whoa WHOA. WHOA. If you're trynna give me shit fer my shrink, get in line. I was born in the age after the internet, I've seen two girls one fuckin cup, I ain't easy.

[Wait, bowling ball. Shove. Bowling ball. Genitals. The cobwebbed cogs of his brain squeak.] OH! You've punched out some brats outta your lair of wonders is what ya mean. I don't know a lotta moms, an Slim Jim don't count cause his wig can't actually breathe, plus that mpreg thing was more implied-like...best two outta three? Three bein' if you can't see my junk it..can't...see you? Problem solved!

[was_a_hunter]

Oh, I don't know~ You seemed pretty interested in "The mechanic and the housewife" before. Suddenly you're not interested in my porno bedroom lifestyle~? For shame, Badou. I would have thought a man like yourself would be interested in my kinky bedroom habits. Oh well, I guess I have to share with someone else and find a new drinking buddy, hmm.

[That give you a clue who it is yet? If you don't get it from what she offered, she's lost all faith in your ability to think.]

Besides, I have to breathe for a week. Unfortunately for you, when you get your body back, you'll find one of these beauties. [Holds up a nicotine patch] I did you a favor and bought a stop smoking kit...you may be willing to torture your body, but I'm not going to.

[notkinkypatch]

[At first Mary's words don't register, Badou's mouth is ready to sputter out a retort when his mouth goes slack. Give him a minute to remember how to form words as well as pick his jaw up off the floor, por favor. Minutes of inner spiritual turmoil later, Badou can only shriek into the heavens]

MAMA BEAR?!

[Badou ain't called a professional for nothing. Hear his mad skillz.]

Awww yeaaah, I'm always interested in your kinky bedroom habits if it includes rippin' plaid off, juicy booties an those lil mom yoga pan- wait a second I'M SHITTY AT YOU, WHAT THE FUCK AM I SAYIN!

[Sighs into tiny hands] We're both gonna owe each other a fuckton of booze once this is over...This is like the mornin' after an booze colored glasses but without the fun parts. Will Badou "Hard Boiled" Nails ever be able to look his Mama Bear in the eye again? Will Mama Bear have mercy an repent? Tune in next week.

Gonna violate my rights like that?! My body, my goddamn freckle-y temple! You've got no clue how long it's taken me to get it spruced like that.

[Utter humiliation aside, Badou's mood switches in an instant much like the teenaged girl he secretly is. There's a definite tenseness in his jaw, a hollow look in his eyes. You can tell he's trying to keep his tone even, normal.]
You took care of my body, haven't tatted up my face (yet), fine, you're doin what you can given the sexy circumstances, you're a good one. But if you're expectin a thank you other than a thanks-for-not-makin-me-a-eunuch beer, I ran out of those a long ass time ago.