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When Opportunity Knockers

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"Don't worry," Tosh said, looking up from the piece of alien tech that had caused Jack's current predicament. "We'll get this sorted."

"How long?" Jack asked, looking down at himself. The breasts weren't so bad; his shirt was loose enough to accommodate them. But his trousers weren't cut for a woman's hips.

"An hour, maybe two."

"Let me know as soon as it's done. Gwen, Owen, make sure nothing worse came through. Ianto, you're with me."

"What do you need?"

Jack grinned at him. "You don't think I'm going to let an opportunity like this pass me by, do you?"