It was a bit hard to break her gaze away from where it was currently disastrously glued, but Cally managed to find the fortitude somewhere. Not that looking down at herself was any less distressing. "I'm..." A boy.
//I AM Cally!// she found herself protesting -- wailing, really -- in the way that was most familiar and instinctive to her. That voice sounded like her own, at least.
Pity she hadn't quite gotten round to speaking at Dolf with it before today.
Re: Room 117
It was a bit hard to break her gaze away from where it was currently disastrously glued, but Cally managed to find the fortitude somewhere. Not that looking down at herself was any less distressing. "I'm..." A boy.
//I AM Cally!// she found herself protesting -- wailing, really -- in the way that was most familiar and instinctive to her. That voice sounded like her own, at least.
Pity she hadn't quite gotten round to speaking at Dolf with it before today.