All right. For those of you who haven't met him, Leonsinte is a sort of dragamuffin who works for that lamer Jehovah. While I don't think much about his boss, Leon himself is an amazing guy with enough caring to fill a million or so oceans and a whacked-out sense of humor.

He hasn't been around much lately - too busy trying to save universes from Wyrm - but he did take the time to drop off a gift for me last week, something I've been wanting for months: one of his famous suits. Rae and Lex have had theirs forever, and I think Aiden has one, too; I used to, but Wyrm dissolved it. A Leon suit is clothing you can make into whatever outfit you want, from a string tied around your wrist to tough armor to the most formal evening wear possible. Handy as hell, and like I said, I've been wishing for one for a long time, so I was really thrilled to get it.

But - remember the whacked-out sense of humor? The suit he gave me doesn't just give me control over my clothing, oh, no - the sonofabitch gave me a suit that makes it look AND FEEL - to others - like I have big boobs. I don't feel any different. I don't see anything different. But you do. Like - if I run into a wall, I'm going to feel myself flat against that wall, but you - you're going to see big tits squashed against the wall. If I run into you, you're going to feel them squished against you, too. Then if I take the suit off, you'll see me as I really am.

So here's a couple images of the reality and the all-too-real illusion. It's me on the left; it's me in the Leon suit on the right. Oh, did I mention it almost always tends to give me a real low neckline, too? GAAAH. If I didn't need it so much ... but I do.