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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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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?

Because it hated them.

"Maybe I'll just call up a sight shield and stay invisible all day until it wears off," Karla mused. "If you're extra-nice to me, maybe I'll create one for you, too," she added with a smile.

"That... is actually really ridiculously tempting, you know."

Which was a yes, please.

"At least until we get as far as the island, and we can get clothes that fit."

"I am absolutely stealing at least a shirt of yours," Karla decided right then and there. "Maybe some pants, too."

She probably return the pants, even, so that was like a win.

"I can bring over a sweatshirt or something of mine, too? Maybe a long skirt? Those should fit okay even if we're not the same size."

Sigh. Her boyfriend had a nicer chest than she did. Him and everybody else.

"I did pack enough pants to be able to spare a pair for the day," Warren replied, with a sideways little smile. "I don't know if my shoes will fit you, but they'd be kind of stupidly big on me. And we're going to need those, if we have to go outside today to get our portal."

Because barefoot in the snow would probably suck, otherwise.

"Shoes!" Karla groaned, facepalming. She hadn't even thought of shoes. "Maybe they'll extend the trip till tomorrow when it wears off?" she suggested hopefully. "In deference to, well, everyone?"

"We can hope?"

Wishful thinking was a beautiful thing.

"I guess if all else fails, I can try to bribe one of the bellboys into getting us something to wear."

It wasn't as though money was any object, really.

Funny how 'wishful thinking' and 'self-delusion' sometimes resembled one another.

"You know, if we're invisible, we can just sneak into a shop and leave a bunch of money on the counter. It's not even stealing if we do that."

Karla was going to get hungry soon. This dilemma had to be solved before midmorning or tragedy might strike.

She sighed and adjusted her position slightly. "You're still cuddlesome like this. Err, am I allowed to say that?"

"I think I can live with still being cuddlesome."

Really, it wasn't as though his masculine pride could get dinged any more than it already had been.

"So are you, Karla."

... Except for the stubble. That part wasn't all that snuggly at all, but he was going to do his best to ignore it.

Yeah, that stubble was there to stay until the spell or whatever faded. Karla was not going anywhere near her face with a razor. Nooo way.

"Being a male is weird," she pronounced, though she gave Warren a small squeeze in appreciation for the compliment. "Not entirely comfortable, either."

There was still some shifting going on, as she tried to find a comfortable position to sit in. Except there were things. In the way! Constantly.

Squeezes meant that Warren felt smaller still. Which meant that his wings were spreading a little bit more to compensate.

"Well, I wouldn't know about that. But then, I've been one my entire life, so maybe I'm just used to it. Being a girl is weird."

And this came with a pointed little squirm, because there were lumps of flesh on his chest and they were kind of squished up against Karla right then.

So weird.

Karla let go instantly, less because she was reading Warren's body-language--which was harder to do than usual, no surprises there--and more because she was so not ready for moving, squishing bare breasts up against her chest.

"I am so willing to trade whenever you are," she said fervently. "This is weirder than the weekends when we turn into other people entirely. At least when it's happening, I don't know how weird it is."

"... Yeah. That is pretty weird," Warren replied, maybe a little wide-eyed.

And completely not bothering to cover up his chest. While he was wearing pants, it was not generally his front that he had to worry about hiding, usually. Give him a minute, he'd twig on and wrap his arms around and blush furiously, any moment, here.

There we go.

"Yeah. So. Trading would be great."

Karla was just going to hand over a little more blanket. Or a lot more, really. Warren could feel free to wrap himself up as much as he wanted to for modesty's sake. "Do you want me to run back to my room to fetch you something?" she offered.

Warren was going to just bunch that clothing up in front of himself and try not to fall victim to spontaneous combustion or something, maybe. That seemed like a good plan.

"I... think I'll be okay with what I've got," he replied, casting a speculative glance toward his bag. "A long coat is pretty forgiving when it comes to... you know. Weird things."

Like boobs, today.

"You can borrow whatever you need to from me, though. I don't know if your clothes will fit you so well."

At least, not without earning some pretty weird looks, right?

There was no way Karla's clothing would be able to fit her today. Even her sweaters and sweatshirts, while big enough to fit, were still cut in pretty feminine styles and would hang all sorts of funny. "I'd appreciate that," she said, going to rake her hand through her hair.

Darkness, it was so short. Again.

"Female clothing is pretty unforgiving when we're wearing it."

"For what it's worth," Warren offered, "I'd never guess. You wear everything well."

...

"When you're in your own body. The nightie doesn't really suit you like this."

No offense, Karla.

Karla glanced down again and grimaced. "No, it really doesn't." She chuckled a bit. "Though, you only think that because you didn't meet me when I first came to Fandom, hiding in Morton's oversized cast-offs."

Which she was so changing into when they got back to Fandom.

"Everything I have now is because Emma and Elena took me in hand and made me go shopping."

"Made you?" Warren couldn't quite bite back a little laugh at that, no. "You don't like shopping?"

It was kind of crazy, after all of the time that Warren had spent sequestered away, how he'd managed to come out of the ordeal just a bit of a shopping professional.

"I like going shopping for other people," Karla said, not pouting really. "But I hate going clothes shopping for myself. It's long and I have to stand, and Emma laughs at me because I don't like things that show my knees."

Or her calves. Ankles were mostly okay.

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