Summary: Adamantium claws come with a bit of a learning curve.
Complicated
"Goddamn fucking hellshit!"
Logan heard his own voice shout from Rogue's bedroom. In his newly female form, he ditched Rogue's flabbergasted reflection in the mirror and went to figure out what the hell was going on.
Logan found his body clutching it's gnards, a stream of curses still issuing forth from his mouth.
"Take it easy on the goods, kid!" He squeaked with Rogue's voice.
"I'm tryin'! I just wanted to zip up and everything's so damn heavy and weird and the claws popped out. Make'em go back in!"
"You gotta relax, for one. Le'mme see."
Logan knelt between his body's legs and examined the damage, hissing through his teeth in sympathy.
Just then, Logan's newly dulled hearing picked up three shocked gasps. He rocked his borrowed body back on its heels, overestimated his center of gravity and sprawled flat on his back. He looked up in time to catch the startled faces of 'Ro, Jeanie, and the Sparkplug just as the door slammed shut. No question as to what they thought they saw.
Fresh curses and pitiful whimpering that did not sound right coming from his own throat drew his attention back to Rogue.
In her haste to cover his goods, she'd forgotten the claws and made the downstairs situation worse.
Logan allowed his borrowed head to plunk painfully back to the floor.
"Y'know what? I don't even want my body back, right now. Keep it."