Nefertity: Thanks for your review. Nope, it's not finished yet. Personally I can't see an ending for it…yet. Well anyways, here's part 12 hope you like it.
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"Uh, Thierry?" I ask when we go into his office with the two fish tanks.
"Yes?" He replies as he sits down on his high backed black leather chair behind his desk.
"About this costume party." I start, sitting down in one of the leather chairs facing Thierry, and Hannah sits on another one beside me.
"What about it?" He asks when I don't go on.
"What are you going as? I mean since you're the host, so technically you have to be there. So obviously you're going to have to be in costume too." I continue.
"I hadn't thought about that. What with the body switching and all, it didn't cross my mind." Thierry replies, looking of into middle distance, and grimaces.
"Thierry? You were going to go as an Egyptian priest. Remember? So maybe you and Nila should swap costumes?" Hannah suggests.
"What are you going as Nila?" He asks turning to look at me.
"I was originally going to go as an Egyptian princess. But I'd look a bit daft going as a princess now that I'm physically male." I reply, smirking. "Well, actually. I think that it would be fun to show off Thierry's legs. What do you say Hannah?" I add, wiggling my eyebrows, making Hannah double over in fits of laughter.
"Doesn't Thierry get any say in this?" Thierry asks, looking at me with narrowed eyes.
"I don't know. Does he?" I ask no one in particular.
"Go ahead and show off my legs, it won't be me that'll get embarrassed, it'll be you." He replies.
"Don't be on it senor Blanco. Or…former senor Blanco, since you're not blonde anymore." I reply, grinning wickedly at him, causing Thierry to roll his now grey eyes at me.
"Okay." Hannah starts, after she sobers up. "Are you two going to switch costumes or not?"
"Seems we have no choice." Thierry mumbles. "What is it with everyone's fascination with my legs? Does everybody like them?" He asks in rising tones, continuing with the discussion of his legs.
"What do you mean Thierry?" I ask him, befuddled.
"Well. When my twin sister Kali came here to find me, she showed me the drawings that she had done of me, and everyone who has seen the drawings, comment on my 'nice legs'" He half moans.
"What's wrong with that?" I ask, befuddled again. Queen Isis, I really wish that people would stop befuddling me.
"I'm not the sort of person who takes kindly to compliments, I don't take them well." Thierry explains.
"Why not?" I ask.
"I'm not used to people hitting on me. I just don't understand why they do things like that." He replies.
"Thierry?" I start.
"Hmm." He grunts in reply.
"Have you looked in the mirror lately?" I continue.
"Yes. But all I can see is your reflection looking back." He tries to be funny.
"Point very well taken." I mumble. "Okay. Then look at me. What do you see?"
"Me." Thierry replies.
"Look again. Describe what I now look like, since I look like you." I continue.
"I see a tall blonde nineteen year old young man. " He starts.
"Go on." I prompt him.
"Dark eyes, a nice well sculpted face. Long arms and fingers, as well as long legs." He continues.
"Yeah. Legs that seem to go on for miles." I reply.
I turn to look at Hannah.
"What do you see when you look at Thierry. When he's in his own body I mean." I ask her.
"I see the same things he sees. But the one thing that I can see, but I'm not sure about anyone else, is his soul." She replies.
I turn back to Thierry.
"Thierry man. Admit it, you're one hot guy." I reply. "And besides, it's good to be complimented every once in a while"
"I understand why guys like Ash get complimented, but not me." He replies.
"I am going to slap you upside the head in a minute there, boy." I say to him calmly.
"Why?" He asks.
"Never mind. Now Thierry? Come with me." I say getting up off the chair and start for the door.
"What for?" He asks.
"I want to see if this costume of mine is Okay for tonight." I answer, walking to the door. "Hannah? You can come too. I'll need another woman's opinion." I turn to her.
"Okay." She replies.
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(A/N: By the way, this is still when Nila and Thierry are in each other's bodies. Just in case anyone thinks 'hey hold on a minute, why has this eejet Medusa, went and put Thierry in clothes like this?' Okay?)
All three of us walk up the many stairs to the bedroom floor. We walk into my room and I walk over and open my wardrobe and look through it for the thing I'm looking for.
I then grab some material and hold it up.
"Thierry? Go into the bathroom and try this on." I hand him the material and he walks into my en suite bathroom.
Ten minutes later he comes back out again, wearing the material that I handed to him.
He's wearing a skirt that goes all the way down to the floor. The front of it is about six inches wide connected at the top by a huge eight-inch circular metal clasp, with an Egyptian eye in the middle of it, the clasp covers my womanhood.
The back it like the front, only it's about twelve inches wide, and doesn't have the clasp on it. The material is a pale gold, almost yellow colour, which brings out the black in my hair.
On the top half, he's wearing nothing but a beaded necklace that is low and has rows and rows of beads. It covers my breasts. On the back of the necklace is a chain with a huge triangle hanging from it down to the middle of my back.
"Okay. Put these sandals on." I hand him a pair of dark brown almost black open toed sandals, which have about an inch heel on them.
He puts them on, and then looks up at me.
"Go look in the mirror on the dresser." I instruct him.
Thierry goes over to the dresser, looks in the mirror, and then gasps.
"Wow." He says.
"Yeah. Wait until you get the make up on and get your hair fixed." I reply.
"What do you think Hannah?" Thierry asks his soulmate.
"Very stunning." She chokes out.
I look at the digital clock by my bed, which reads five thirty.
"Okay, we have got an hour and a half to kill. I'll go your hair and make up after I get some blood. I think I'm about to go into blood lust again." I say walking to the door, leaving the soulmates behind.
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A/N: Hello, it's me again. Just wanted to let anyone who reads this know, that I've went and sprained my wrist, the one that I write with. So it might be a while for the next part to be up. But if you please review ::gets down on knees and grovels:: I'll let you know when I update, and maybe it might help my wrist get better… ::flutters eyes, and has a butter-wouldn't-melt-in-her-mouth grin on her face:: ;)