They were still sleeping in the same bed. Head to foot, mind you, but still...one bed and two people. It was cramped and narrow, but they had managed to perfect being close but not too close
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Ow. Not fair. I grunt and kick back at the thoroughly unjustified shove, kind of awake, but still more than kind of not. It's too early for a Saturday. It's way before noon. Probably.
Wait. Something's up. I know this as I shove back, because the person I kick is too soft, a lot softer than Cal normally is and when I scratch my leg and it it to be a lot hairy than normal I stop, freeze midaction and slowly open my eyes.
"Holy moses," I mutter, and yep, all the weird flipping out commences as the voice coming out of my mouth is a lot deeper. Oh man.
The kick certainly was justified and, anyway, Calvin still couldn't lift her head without pain shooting up her scalp. Hair. There was something very off about that.
"Wha's the matter?" Eyes still closed, she reached up and tugged at the hair still trapped under Meg's leg. And shrieked (shrieked??) as the pull overbalanced her, sending her tumbling out of the bed.
Her eyes flew open as she hit the dusty floor, arms flailing. Long, pale, girl arms.
What the freaking hell is going on now? It's something weird really weird. Like weird beyond weird beyond weird. I can't help, but after compulsively putting my hands on my chest and finding myself suddenly lacking in boobs, which y'know makes sense and adds the weird and confirms everything as yep, I'm a boy. What the freaking hell.
And to make things, well, yeah, interesting I'm staring at the girl who must be Cal as she just fell out of bed, and unable to help myself words just fall out my mouth. "Nice rack."
She hadn't worn a shirt to bed. Because there was laundry to do, and it had been dark, and anyway BOY so it didn't really matter.
Except now there were tits which, really, were soft and moved entirely of their own volition which was completely unacceptable And Meg, of course it was, Meg was looking at her, at the tits.
Calvin had never been so embarrassed or flushed so pink. She curled her arms around her chest, trying to drown in her hair. "...thanks."
Now, I totally understand. Guys, don't even have to think about things, they just, y'know, do them. It's kind of easy, really, y'know great.
I just tilt my head a bit and nod appreciatively, before I notice that she, I mean, he, whatever is blushing and so I do the right thing, and pull my shirt that's too tight and I guess not really needed right now over my head.
She didn't know which was worse, suddenly having tits or watching Meg look at them. Though, if she was going to be honest, the second one wasn't too bed, because that must mean they're nice as far as tits go and it was Meg. And maybe he (she, really) would want to do more than just look at her.
Calvin grabbed the t-shirt quickly to cut off that particular and very dangerous train of thought. She pulled it over her head and arms, reaching back to pull her massive amounts of hair out of the collar.
Then she perched on the edge of the bed for lack of anything else to do, finally taking a good look at her. Him. The Meg. "So you're a boy now."
I look down and shrug, scratching my leg with my hand because they itch, all hairy now and whatever.
"Apparently. And you're a chick. Weird." I wince a bit at the choice of words, but it seems right and I can't help it. Man, this isn't so bad, maybe, I dunno, it's just weird.
"So, um. This is, something else? Y'know." I stretch and scratch the top of my head, for once in my life not minding my hair that's not everywhere. Excellent.
Calvin started giggling at that, because...because everything. Because she's swimming in her pajama pants and her massive hair is scratching at the back of her neck, and Meg is so thoroughly herself even when she's a boy.
"Weird is right." She rubbed her arm over her chest, hoping to get her breasts to stop shifting around every time she moves an inch. Then she sighed and tried without much success to gather all her hair up into her hands.
"Wonder which of my sisters I look like." He had seven of them, after all.
I shrug again, leaning back, because I can and lounge, since lounging feels right, natural even. I still can't help but stare at Cal more than I should, but funnily enough I don't really care. I don't feel like I should blush like I normally do, which makes sense as this isn't normal at all.
"I don't know, you could check at the compound. In one of the mirrors?" I offer, because I still can't tell any of them apart, not even in memory.
"I guess." God, but she hoped that this wasn't just them. Because if you had to be all switched up, at least other people should have to be too.
She stretched her arms over her head and shook out the last vestiges of sleepiness and panic about the switch. Girl. Okay. She could do this, no problem. Carefully, Calvin got off the bed again and stood up.
Huh. It didn't feel quite like he was three seconds away from bumping into something. Weird.
"Think I'm still taller than you?" There was a bit of a familiar smile with that one.
I'm curious, because I'm taller, I know I am, I can see it, from the fact that my feet are longer down the bed, and I shrug again. "Dunno," I say as I slide of the bed, planting my feet on the ground and standing next to him..er...her.
Damn pronouns.
I stand up straight and look, well, I look down and grin and nod. "Yeah, I totally win. For once."
Calvin looked affronted as she has to glance up to see Meg. As though this was some sort of great personal injustice. Because what was Calvin if he wasn't at least tall?
This was so much worse than when he'd been in Al's body. Because then, at least, he could blame Al.
She sighed and reached up to ruffle Meg's too-short hair affectionately. "Yeah, alright, Murry. You enjoy looking at the top of my head while you can."
I cast a look up at my hair, just seeing the ends of it in all sorts of directions and grin, because for once I don't mind it. It's kind of nice actually.
Looking down, I keep smiling and shrug. "Hey, I gotta enjoy it while I can, don't I? These are once in a lifetime chances aren't they?"
"I can only hope so, hopefully it lasts just the weekend." It was harder to be grumpy about this when Meg kept grinning.
Calvin reached forward and threaded her fingers through his, soothed by the familiarity of the touch even if the finger sizes were all off. "Got any girl tips for me?"
"You mean, besides the fact that it's kind of sucks?" What? It does. I've got seventeen years of practice under my belt and I mean, I'm getting kind of good at it, but it's still, well it's not any sort of fun.
I shrug and shuffle my feet. "Um, well, don't run. People notice. Seriously, and it hurts, like, seriously kind of hurts, when your boobs bounce up and down. And well, yeah. It's hard."
Wait. Something's up. I know this as I shove back, because the person I kick is too soft, a lot softer than Cal normally is and when I scratch my leg and it it to be a lot hairy than normal I stop, freeze midaction and slowly open my eyes.
"Holy moses," I mutter, and yep, all the weird flipping out commences as the voice coming out of my mouth is a lot deeper. Oh man.
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"Wha's the matter?" Eyes still closed, she reached up and tugged at the hair still trapped under Meg's leg. And shrieked (shrieked??) as the pull overbalanced her, sending her tumbling out of the bed.
Her eyes flew open as she hit the dusty floor, arms flailing. Long, pale, girl arms.
Calvin shrieked again for good measure.
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What the freaking hell is going on now? It's something weird really weird. Like weird beyond weird beyond weird. I can't help, but after compulsively putting my hands on my chest and finding myself suddenly lacking in boobs, which y'know makes sense and adds the weird and confirms everything as yep, I'm a boy. What the freaking hell.
And to make things, well, yeah, interesting I'm staring at the girl who must be Cal as she just fell out of bed, and unable to help myself words just fall out my mouth. "Nice rack."
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Except now there were tits which, really, were soft and moved entirely of their own volition which was completely unacceptable And Meg, of course it was, Meg was looking at her, at the tits.
Calvin had never been so embarrassed or flushed so pink. She curled her arms around her chest, trying to drown in her hair. "...thanks."
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I just tilt my head a bit and nod appreciatively, before I notice that she, I mean, he, whatever is blushing and so I do the right thing, and pull my shirt that's too tight and I guess not really needed right now over my head.
"Here. You can use it."
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Calvin grabbed the t-shirt quickly to cut off that particular and very dangerous train of thought. She pulled it over her head and arms, reaching back to pull her massive amounts of hair out of the collar.
Then she perched on the edge of the bed for lack of anything else to do, finally taking a good look at her. Him. The Meg. "So you're a boy now."
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"Apparently. And you're a chick. Weird." I wince a bit at the choice of words, but it seems right and I can't help it. Man, this isn't so bad, maybe, I dunno, it's just weird.
"So, um. This is, something else? Y'know." I stretch and scratch the top of my head, for once in my life not minding my hair that's not everywhere. Excellent.
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"Weird is right." She rubbed her arm over her chest, hoping to get her breasts to stop shifting around every time she moves an inch. Then she sighed and tried without much success to gather all her hair up into her hands.
"Wonder which of my sisters I look like." He had seven of them, after all.
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"I don't know, you could check at the compound. In one of the mirrors?" I offer, because I still can't tell any of them apart, not even in memory.
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She stretched her arms over her head and shook out the last vestiges of sleepiness and panic about the switch. Girl. Okay. She could do this, no problem. Carefully, Calvin got off the bed again and stood up.
Huh. It didn't feel quite like he was three seconds away from bumping into something. Weird.
"Think I'm still taller than you?" There was a bit of a familiar smile with that one.
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Damn pronouns.
I stand up straight and look, well, I look down and grin and nod. "Yeah, I totally win. For once."
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This was so much worse than when he'd been in Al's body. Because then, at least, he could blame Al.
She sighed and reached up to ruffle Meg's too-short hair affectionately. "Yeah, alright, Murry. You enjoy looking at the top of my head while you can."
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Looking down, I keep smiling and shrug. "Hey, I gotta enjoy it while I can, don't I? These are once in a lifetime chances aren't they?"
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Calvin reached forward and threaded her fingers through his, soothed by the familiarity of the touch even if the finger sizes were all off. "Got any girl tips for me?"
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I shrug and shuffle my feet. "Um, well, don't run. People notice. Seriously, and it hurts, like, seriously kind of hurts, when your boobs bounce up and down. And well, yeah. It's hard."
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"Don't run? You can't even run?" She groaned. What was a person supposed to do if you couldn't even run? "What about when you play basketball?"
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