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 Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2012 3:54 am
Straffe Einreihard stared at the two blue doors with their innocent stick-figure designs on the third floor of the Mathematics and Science's building of the Academy. He stared at the doors like the answers to the questions of the universe might suddenly pop out of the signs overhead with abrupt abandon.
He rubbed his chin. He had been working on stubble before this... well... before he had woken up with a weight pressing on his chest and the inability to cross his arms over his chest. He had been working on a good shave and song killer side-burns. Now he was finding everything hurt more (why did women have twice the pain receptors to men? It just seemed cruel!) and his hair was not as obedient as it had been. His hair actually curled unless he straightened it- why did it get frizzy? And his breasts... and the need to pee every hour or so; this was pure torture.
But it hadn't been a problem in the dorm so much... now... he had only a few minutes between classes and had to well... figure out which bathroom was going to cause the least amount of trouble. What if all the girls who were now guys were in the girl's bathroom? What if they jumped out at him and attacked? But then... wouldn't they go in the men's bathroom; now being men, therefore they might attack him if he went in there because despite current circumstance...
His brain hurt trying to make a decision.
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2012 6:51 pm
She was a girl. But now she was a guy. A guy on the outside not inside. She felt like a girl but her body wasn't that of a girl and now she was left with a problem. This was no reason to panic. She was sure this was just temporary. Someone messed with something or used their power on accident. Yeah. That was it. She'd be fine. He? It was confusing.
She shifted in her pants. They suddenly were not a bit tighter, not to mention her shirts were loose in the chest. She'd not even had a rack to start with. Overall she just felt awkward and wrong. This was not her body.... in shape. She hoped it would fade. That's all she wanted. She wanted to just adjust her darn pants. But now?
Where did she go? She was late already, wanting to arrive early to class but that was pretty much moot at this point. Shuffling awkwardly, Agatha looked distraught. "Why, did it have to be on a school day of all things?" She muttered, not noticing the girl (?) next to her. She moved to the girls bathroom before pulling back in silence.
Awkward.
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