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The Lady Sif

June 2014

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I AM THE LADY SIF

I am the Lady Sif. Born a goddess and forged a warrior. I have been baptized in the tears of my enemies. And their children's children fear my name.

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In the back of Sif's mind when she had made the decision to return to the Nexus - pleased that the door was still to be found where she had left it, if you could leave such a thing - there had been the conversation she had had with Natasha as a man. After being well rested, well provisioned and no longer feeling the gnawing need for more time at home, Sif was ready to go on proper adventures. Moreover, she was excited to do so without her usual companions, but instead with a new friend who much to her delight was also a woman, as well as a fellow warrior (in her own way that Sif could not pretend to fully understand so far). Natasha had told her of a door leading to an island with pirates and handsome men - and Sif was very much looking forward to whatever good times they might have in such a place.

A few days after returning to the Nexus, having established herself again, happy to have bonded with the Captain - Steve, his name was Steve - and mildly concerned over Loki's absence, Sif was finally fully ready. Clad in full armor, with her shield and weapon at her back, Sif had gone knocking on Natasha's room door very adamant that she drop everything and come show her where to find the door leading to the pirates.

And Natasha had accepted Sif's request!

Finding themselves right in front of the required door, Sif could not deny (but would, if asked) the nervous trembling in her stomach as she prepared to embark (perhaps literally) on a completely new adventure. Yet another one.
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It was a beautiful day. A beautiful, outdoors-worthy kind of day. And it was completely due to the fact that Sif was once again a woman. She hadn't gone to find one of her new female friends for clothes yet, or gone back home to get her own gear, and so Sif was sporting the same diminutive training garb Natasha had lent her weeks ago. However, this time she had paired the clothes with some peculiar shoewear, platforms that held onto the feet by a simple strap between your big toe and the rest - the lady at the shop had called them 'flip flops'. Egged on by her so casual attire, Sif had gone outside instead of heading for the training room, to walk the grounds and catch some sunlight.

With this wonderful day it was even fitting that her clothes exposed some of her midriff and calves. Her hair was flowing uncharacteristically lose behind her back and Sif more glided than walked through the grass. Really it was all relief. While she had enjoyed herself as a man Sif had began to wonder if she would never go back to who she really was, who she felt like. Even despite the embarrassment of having had her pants drop in front of strangers, and her top cover very little of her breasts, Sif had not felt so good in weeks. And, apparently, it was a feeling meant to last.
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