#sotainen

“hey, you wanna go back to my place for some cuntfusion?”

In the first few days as a human Malia only had her mother’s old things & shirts her father was now too big for. There were never enough layers to mimic the warmth of a real fur coat, but sometimes she would try, and could be found with such an assortment of shirts & jackets & anything that would fit. But days passed, & she adjusted enough to leave the blankets & sheriff’s jacket behind & she got used to two legs instead of four. 

Those early days were her only idea of what clothes she should wear, so the things her mother wore tended to sneak their way in to her own personal style as she found herself with more freedom & choice, but what mattered most to Malia, always, was how they made her feel           bra’s & underwear & anything too long were limiting.

Things like shorts & cool, weighty jackets make her feel closer to what she was before. There’s a bit of power in them. What they do for her body never mattered until it occurred to her that sometimes, Lydia did wear impractical things * cough heels coughcough* & Kira wore a lot of purposeless things.