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Obi-Wan is entirely uncertain about the clothing lent to him by his neighbour across the hall, feeling utterly unlike himself in more ways than one, but it isn't as if he has many choices. His own clothing are all far too big, even when he tightens his belt to the very tightest hole, and while Klaus's pants fit better around the waist, they're much too long, the hems dragging even when he rolls them up several times.

As Klaus has happily pointed out several times, Obi-Wan is now, officially, tiny.

Renee is a good neighbour and she had welcomed Obi-Wan in, giving him a t-shirt with a band on it he doesn't recognize, as well as a pair of jeans with holes in the knees, but her shoes had all been much too large. He has his feet shoved into a pair of his own boots with socks rolled up and pushed into the toes so his feet don't immediately slip out. Even so, it's difficult to walk, and he shuffles along, one of his own sweatshirts zipped up over the t-shirt -- because Renee also hadn't been able to provide him with a bra -- and folded back over his hands.

He had sent Harley a text message to let her know he's in rather dire straits, although now, settled into the car he had summoned using the app on his phone, he supposes that's a bit dramatic. Still, he hopes she's received the message as the car carries him toward her apartment building.

Borrowing shoes that fit from Harley seems to be a bit of a risk, but his other option is Padmé and he doesn't think he's prepared to even imagine himself in Padmé's wardrobe.

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Harley's enthusiasm is usually infectious and even now, in an entirely different body, he can't help but grin at her reaction. While he's never been an exceptionally tall man, he's always been taller than Harley and now he stands several inches shorter than she is, enough that he has to tilt his chin up to properly meet her gaze.

"Hello there," he says, pressing his lips together slightly to stifle the smile, even though he supposes it's pointless. Harley charms him on a regular basis and he can't imagine that's a surprise to her any longer.

"I'm at your mercy," he says, spreading his arms wide, his hands nearly disappearing inside the sleeves of the sweatshirt, even with the ends rolled up. He's here not because he thinks her style is necessarily one he would share, but because he trusts her. If nothing else, he knows they'll have fun.

"You're lucky you've got me," I teased, framing his face and pressing his cheeks together, delighted at the way his little mouth puckers.

"Okay," I continued, leading him into the apartment and back towards the bedroom. "I've been sorting through my closet, and we've got a few options. It looks like we're about the same size, which is just adorable."

I gasped.

"We could coordinate!"

The exclamation makes Obi-Wan sigh and drop his head, although he does so with a smile and a teasing glance toward Harley. Perhaps he and Harley don't share the same fashion sense, but why else would he have come here if not for the fact that he had known she would dress him in something wild?

His world has changed. He and Anakin are still in an extremely rocky place, the future of their relationship uncertain, and Obi-Wan had woken up like this the day before. All the foundations he's had for so long are gone, but he's a resilient man and now, perhaps more than ever, he needs someone like Harley. Someone who both cares and will be an asset in reminding him of the world outside his own experience.

"I trust you," he says, smiling as he follows Harley into her bedroom. "I'm in dire need of shoes that fit, but this may never happen again. I might as well enjoy myself."

Picking up a mini dress in a garish shade of purple, I held it up to him, head tilted to the side thoughtfully.

"So, how's it going? Apart from the expanded wardrobe options."

He seemed to be taking it all pretty okay, but where my emotions tended to leak out all over the place, Obi-wan was a helluva lot more in control.

Obi-Wan lets Harley hold the dress up, having more or less committed himself to being something of a doll for the day, clearly not minding it terribly at all. He considers her question, feeling that is deserves an honest answer, though he feels that way about nearly all questions asked of him.

"Well, Klaus certainly adjusted quickly after a friend of his assured him it was only temporary," he says, although that hadn't been Harley's question.

"I think it I didn't know it was temporary, it might be more troubling," he admits. "But so much of who I feel I am is connected to the Force and that hasn't changed at all. I still feel like me, just... different. And, to be quite honest, this is preferable to the time I had to use facial reconstruction nanotechnology to go undercover as a bounty hunter. He had a very unfortunate face."

"Nanotechnology? Wow, sounds fancy. And expensive," I said, throwing the dress back into the maybe pile and picking up a pair of cut off jeans with rainbow patches on the pockets. "The Joker used to put his lower-level minions under the knife. Real black alley sorta stuff."

And he let me play nurse, but why go into the gory details?

"Adjusted, huh? I'm gonna guess that means he fucked your brains out."

"Oh, more than once," Obi-Wan agrees with a cheeky smile, looking at the clothing rather than Harley when he speaks. His cheeks flush a little, much more noticeable without the beard present to cover half his face.

"It seems as if it would have been a waste to not at least... explore," he says, then laughs, mostly at himself. "But I do still feel mostly like myself. It was a strange experience waking up like this. Realizing something so significant had changed overnight."

"You slut," I gasped delightedly, "Absolutely. If you've got to deal with brand new equipment, you might as well get to enjoy it."

Draping a fringed scarf around his neck, I say, "So, just how adventurous are you wanting to get with these clothes, missy? 'Cause we could kept it understated, which means we'll have to go shopping, or you could try on that neon unitard."

Like Quinlan Vos before her, Harley brings out a different side of Obi-Wan, though she is significantly more fun than he'd ever found Vos. Still, she makes him feel daring, even if it's only in this bedroom.

"If I've got to deal with brand new equipment, I might as well enjoy it," he says back to her, then grins, flipping up the end of the scarf. "Let's experiment a bit. Why not? It's only going to last for a week and no one will recognize me except for you and Klaus."