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Vail Ski Resort | Sunday Morning, 10/17

The Fandomites' last morning in Vail dawned cool and clear, the resort warm enough to get by with a light jacket, the slopes above frosty and crisp.

The portal back to Fandom would arrive after lunch, so now was time for packing, last-minute souvenir-shopping, or one final lift up the mountain to the wonderful land of snow-sports.

Or alternatively, freaking the heck out in your hotel room because Fandom knows no boundaries of distance or decency when it comes to attacking its current and former residents in their sleep to leave ladybits where manbits used to be, and manbits where... you get the picture.

So might the maid, if you forgot to leave the Do Not Disturb sign out.

[ OCD is up! | Hotel Rooms | Centre V | Tavern on the Square | RockResorts Spa | Other Activities at the Arrabelle | Skiing and Snowboarding | Snow Tubing | Snow-Shoeing | Shopping | Outside Dining | OOC]

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Yep! That had to be Karla. Because he didn't know many other people who used words quite like those ones.

"Fandom isn't allowed to follow us," he announced. "We didn't invite it on this trip, it should have stayed home."

Karla still hadn't quite processed the full import of what transforming now, away from the island, would mean. She was too busy looking down at herself, stretching out the cute night clothes she'd worn last night. Night clothes intended to fit one slightly-underweight female of medium height, not...this.

"Maybe we're still asleep?" she suggested.

Oh please oh please oh please?

"... Do you suppose if we tried to go back to sleep, we'd wake up normal again?"

Warren wasn't really going to believe that, considering he had already made the attempt not to wake up. And now he was making the attempt not to look down. Because, while Karla slept in her night clothes, he'd slept in pants, and... Well.

"Pinch me."

There was a slight moment of horror when she realized that her too-small nightgown was showing off every inch of her new build. Especially when certain parts of her new build were doing their best to show off on their own and...

Karla was just going to wrap herself up in the sheets. La. Nothing to see here.

"I'm willing to give it a try?" She offered. "The going back to sleep thing. Or the pinching thing if you really wanted?"

Where was Layla Miller and her sedated coffees now?

Yep. This was Warren, holding his arm toward her, wide-eyed.

"Please?"

Because if she pinched him hard enough, maybe he would be the first one to wake up! Yeah. He needed to take just this one moment of selfishness, just this once.

His girlfriend had a problem that he currently didn't have, and he had breasts, and yes, waking up now, please?

Karla looked at him a little dubiously. "I might hurt you," she objected. "I don't know my own--" Oh. Right. Healing factor. His body still had wings, even with the addition (and presumed subtraction) of other bits, so hopefully the healing factor had carried over, too.

And if the pinching worked, Karla was going to demand he pinch her back, twice as hard.

So, with an apologetic shrug, Karla reached out and pinched his arm. And twisted.

Somewhere in Glacia, Morton was wincing in sympathy. He'd been on the receiving end of those more than once.

"Jeez!"

And that was how Warren learned that females were more sensitive to pain than guys were. And also that asking Karla to pinch him was a very stupid thing to do.

"Remind me not to get you to do that again?" Because the sting of that lingered for a few moments after the fact, even while his arm, and the inevitable bruising, healed up again in no time. And, to add insult to temporary injury, he was still a half-naked girl.

Edited 2010-10-17 18:13 (UTC)

"You asked!" Karla protested, stung. "I even asked if you were sure!"

She couldn't be sure without a mirror, but Karla was willing to bet her current expression was not at all enhanced by the addition of a night's growth of facial hair.

She did notice Warren's toplessness, but couldn't really offer anything of her own without stripping down entirely. She unwrapped some of the blanket from around herself. "Come here," she offered. "I bet you're, ummm, cold."

"Freezing," Warren replied.

He totally wasn't. But there was a blanket to hide under. He'd be insane to turn that down. And so there he was, scootching in a bit closer all over again.

"... I feel really, really tiny right now," he shared. Because that totally helped matters, sure.

Hiding under a blanket was the most rational idea Karla could come up with right now. Though throwing a temper tantrum about how unfair this all was also sound really nice.

"Tiny?" Karla asked, sliding a tentative arm around Warren along with the blanket. Would he want her holding him with big, male arms? She wasn't sure. "Like physically?" It made sense, considering Karla felt all huge and ungainly. "Or, like, emotionally?"

"Oh, physically," Warren clarified, wincing a little. The big, male arms were comforting, at least, even if they didn't help him with that very small feeling. He was going to return the favor anyhow. With his... dainty girl arms.

This was so weird.

"Emotionally, I think I'm still mostly just completely weirded out. And taking this better than I could be, I guess."

He hadn't locked himself in the bathroom and wasn't trying to surgically remove anything that didn't belong. That was a step in the right direction, for him.

Karla missed her dainty girl arms. Saaaad!

"You are," she promised, resting her cheek against Warren's hair. Hopefully she wasn't too scratchy. "Last time this happened, Layla Miller drugged my coffee so I'd stop panicking. And then I spent most of the day crying."

She went to tug Warren into her lap and then realized what a bad idea that would be. Darkness, did males really have to think about these things all the time? She shifted in place, a little uncomfortable.

"Gender and Craft are really linked in my world," she explained rather than think about...things. And parts. And yeah. "Being a Queen and a Black Widow and a Healer is intrinsic to who I am. Being male negates those things." Well, maybe not the Black Widow bit, considering Uncle Saetan. "I'm trying not to think about that too closely."

Warren chewed his lip, snuggling right on in. Which... once again, made him feel kind of tiny. His wings spread slightly behind himself, quite unconsciously, as if to offset that some.

See? He was totally the bigger bird in the room.

"At least this is only temporary, I guess. If it's happened before, I mean. It'll go away eventually, too."

Knock on wood.

"Tomorrow!" Karla said, nodding happily. "It should all be gone by tomorrow. Last time, males and females changed on separate days, but it only lasted 24 hours for each."

Someone was going to wake up screaming tomorrow.

And with that, Warren let go of the breath that he hadn't been aware that he was holding, visibly sagging from head to wingtip to toe with relief.

"Then really, all we have to worry about is getting back to the island without completely losing our minds, and we'll be fine, right?"

They could maybe even get away with swapping clothing! Because his coat was going to hang off of him something horrible.

Oh. And Karla had really liked the shirts she had brought along. But when considering how much she liked her tops and how much she hated seeing Warren in a harness (would that even fit him anymore?), she'd be much more okay with cutting wing slits into as many shirts as he needed.

"We can always take comfort in knowing that it isn't just us, either," Karla added with a firm nod. "Everyone's going to be at least a little freaked out about this."

Except those few people who actually liked it. Weirdos.

Seriously! Who actually enjoyed waking up like this?

"Some more than others, I suppose." Warren drew a deep breath, and then exhaled again. Sigh. "If you weren't here too, I'd probably be losing it right about now."

He didn't like when his body changed drastically almost overnight. He didn't like it at all.

"If I wasn't here, helping you not lose it, I'd probably be losing it myself," Karla said, holding Warren closer. Hmm. This reverse of how they were usually curled up was almost disconcerting. Like trying to do everything via mirror image.

"I guess I'll just have to add this to my list of things made better by sharing them with you," she added, a little shyly.

Not that 'better' in this instance actually kicked it up to 'good.'

Okay, it was difficult to stay too pouty when she was saying things that kind of made Warren want to say, 'awwww.' Even if he did have excellent lips for pouting with, at the moment.

"How long is that list now, anyhow?"

He did, he really did. In fact, when Karla wasn't internally spazzing about being a male, she was kind of noticing how excellent lots of Warren's newly adopted parts were.

Ahem.

"Pretty long, actually," she admitted. "Pineapples and curry and banana crepes and picnics, among other things."

"Room service," Warren added, breaking into a little grin in spite of himself. "We can't forget room service, now."

He was kind of stupidly fond of room service now, thanks to Karla.

Karla was going to pout, just a little. "I had so planned to call for room service," she said with a sigh. "Breakfast in bed for our last night here."

Warrern couldn't help it. He was now breaking down into a pretty crazy little case of the giggles.

"I really," he managed, "don't think either of us are in any shape to answer the door right now."

Like, at all.

Karla glanced down at her nightie again and sighed. "Noooo," she said, shaking her head quickly. Darkness, not having any hair there was both strange and oddly familiar at the same time. "If there was another little door they could just shove it through so we wouldn't have to actually see anybody, maybe but..."

"But no such luck," Warren finished. "Which is going to make getting to the portal this afternoon into a challenge, too."

Why today, Fandom? Huh?

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