...kitchen, trying not to let sleep trip her up.Sex.
What a stupid thing to think about. Maybe if she had been a
he, but then she still was he, at least in memory... Leela
frowned. She didnt like the implications of that particular
thought, so put it out of her mind as she began making the coffee.
Still, it might be prudent to see if there was a way to turn Fry
spent a long time in the shower, even singing at one point in a
wobbly mezzo-soprano that never quite managed to be pitch-perfect.
She eventually emerged looking much calmer and warmer wearing
an old blue robe that was far too big for her. Leela felt a pang of
jealousy as she realised that Fry had a slightly better figure than
her, or at least a slimmer one. She dropped an extra lump of sugar
into Frys coffee before placing it on the coffee table.Fry
slumped down on the now-dry couch and groaned in relief. That is
so much better, she said, eyes closed and a big smile on her face.
She pulled the robe a little tighter before grabbing the coffee Leela
had left for her. Im sorry about what I said before, Leela. It
was fear talking. I know Ive said it before but youre still
getting used to yourself. I cant imagine what it w...