Well... while I was panicking about one of our newest bus drivers on the hill, who, as it turns out, wasn't only bad at driving, he didn't even know the way, and people had to point out the directions and bus stops... Well... while that happened, I was thinking about many things.

This is one of my infamous traits, when 3 hours or 3 days later I shout out, that yes, I did see that movie, or yep, I drank that kind of tea and it tasted horrible as well. So, while I was pondering, came the light, and I knew.

Sam would be a fabulous woman. High cheekbones, delicate feathures, but what makes it work is the mouth. He is not as thin lipped as a normal male... (the ones I usually prefer - with the hawkish nose too... anyway, back on track...), and not as long faced and resembling a horse like the usual Brit. He has that Checkish blood in him, and it shows.

And he has a rather feminine build. Getting thinner made him look... more effeminate, and given the right tools, I could make him into a fine woman. ^^ He would kill me, I know, but a little bit of mascara, a bit of shaving (he will have to learn to shave soon, because those baby fine hairs around his mouth will grow strong rather soon), pretty girly clothes (women in London tend to be flat anyway, or so the clothes looked for me - one more reason I wouldn't live there: people don't know the meaning of F-cup... /moan), and probably no high heels. I didn't see his feet, but if they fit with his hands, they are slim and not really small. And I don't think people in London do stack up on size 45 high heeled shoes. Sandals will have to do, or some kind of pretty slippers women use.

Yeah. My brain is a scary thing. Better not wish to read it, or dinners, lunches and breakfasts will see the sunlight pretty soon. Gods, I love to be so scary. I just wish I could tell my brain what to think about... ^^;