"Well" they both escaped back to Brennan's office after about an hour. "That wasn't so bad."
'Not bad? I had to actually SEE and TOUCH a dead body!"
"Relax Booth. But now, we need to leave. We have to change clothes before the presentation tonight."
Brown eyes watched as the body of an FBI agent walked out the door. "Man I look good…wait…wait…change…change clothes?!?"
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Booth walked through the aisles of the store until he found someone who could help him. "Please…will you please show me to the most unattractive underwear section?"
There was no way in hell he was putting on any of his partner's underwear while being trapped inside her body. No, no, no. He would just buy the granny-est underwear he could find and close his eyes while he changed into them.
"Here you go, ma'am" the salesperson indicated. "You should be able to find what you need here."
He felt like a perv, as he touched the options, but he realized he didn't look like a perv. He looked like an attractive woman picking out underwear.
But he couldn't do it. He turned and quickly walked over to the boxers, grabbing a pair, knowing they would probably be too big. Well, just…oh well.
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Brennan stood in front of her mirror, examining her new physical habitat. Hmmm… her eyes skimmed over previously covered muscles and parts until she looked up again and met her own eyes. Brennan leaned close to the mirror and let one side of her mouth move up in a grin.
A shiver ran through her at the way her mouth curved up, the way her eyes crinkled. Oh, there was power in that smile.
And as she looked down again, she smirked. "Impressive…"