AWKWARD~~~~~!
Characters: Trowa and Quatre
When: at the start of the event
Where: The Gundam apartment
Rating: PG?
Summary: Trowa and Quatre both find out about what happened...
"AHH!" Came a loud yell from Quatre's room.
Trowa, who had been dozing on the couch, blinked and leapt up. He ran down the hall to Quatre's room. "Quatre, are you alright?" he asked, knocking on Quatre's door softly.
"Yes! Go away!"
Trowa blinked. "Quatre. What's wrong?"
"Nothing!"
"Just tell me." Obviously something was wrong.
"No! Go away!" Quatre yelled from inside his room. His voice was a little higher pitched and more femenine.
Trowa blinked. Okay, that was Quatre's voice, but also not Quatre's voice. "Quatre...has this world done something else to the people here?"
"Just go away!"
"Quatre, whatever happened, don't be upset or embarrassed about it. If other incidents are anything to go on, this will be over in a week."
"I am not coming out of this room and you are not allowed in!"
"Then at least tell me what happened."
"NO!"
Trowa sighed. "Quatre...There's nothing to be embarrassed about."
"Yes there is!"
Trowa blinked and opened the door. He wanted to see what had happened now. He didn't know yet since he hadn't been checking his PDA.
"Trowa!" There was a pillow flung in Trowa's face from the general direction of the lump on the bed.
Trowa was hit in the face by the oncoming pillow. He made something of a grimace as it fell to the floor. He looked over at Quatre.
Quatre was hidding under the blankets.
Trowa walked over to the bed. "Quatre?"
"What?"
"What happened this time?"
"Nothing!"
Trowa sighed. "Quatre," he said. "I hope you forgive me for what I am about to do." With barely a moment following that statement, he pulled off the blankets Quatre was hiding under.
The blonde squeaked and curled up into a tighter ball.
Trowa blinked. "Quatre?"
"Yes?"
Trowa sat down beside Quatre. "Love, whatever it is I won't freak out."
The lump shook a bit. "No!"
Trowa rubbed Quatre's back. "I promise I won't."
"Have you checked the networks?"
"Not yet."
"Do it."
Trowa nodded. He had his PDA on his person so he just stood up and took it out. He turned on his PDA and started looking through the recent messages. He blinked... and then blinked again. Ooooookay. "I think I see what it is now..."
"Go away."
Trowa sighed. "Quatre..."
"What?"
Trowa walked back over to Quatre. He put his hand on Quatre's shoulder.
The blonde looked up, eyes wide, face femenine, yet still male.
Trowa smiled, sitting down beside Quatre, leaned down and kissed Quatre on the forehead.
"I'm a girl."
"I realize that."
"Go away."
"I'm not bothered by the fact that you are," Trowa remarked. "But if you want me to leave..."
Sitting up, Quatre looked at Trowa, a little sheepish.
Trowa smiled at Quatre.
"I wonder how long this will last."
"Probably about a week," Trowa remarked. "That seems like the general length of time here."
Nodding, Quatre laid back on the bed. "This is horrible!"
Trowa wouldn't exactly call it horrible since aside from suddenly being in a different body, the blonde wasn't suffering. But he could see how one could think that. He nodded. "But it shouldn't last too long."
Quatre looked at Trowa. "You're sleeping in your room for the week."
Trowa chuckled. "I guess that makes sense."
"Don't laugh!"
"I'm not," Trowa remarked. Okay, maybe he had...a bit. "Quatre, I'm sorry."
(S)he looked at Trowa and pouted.
"I wasn't laughing about the situation that you are in."
"Better not be." (s)he said crossing her arms.
For a teenager who had spent most of his life surrounded by men, one might have been surprised that Trowa wasn't checking Quatre out even though he was gay. It was still Quatre, just a little different people and in a few days he would be again. Trowa smiled at Quatre.
Quatre smiled back. "What, no kiss? Or will that just feel odd?"
Trowa leaned over and kissed Quatre.
Quatre kissed him back and then smiled softly.
Trowa smiled back. "If you want me to get anything for you, anything at all, just ask me and I will."
"A bra and some new clothes."
Trowa nodded. "Of course though...we are going to have to figure out what size you need."
"I don't know. What do you think?"
Trowa thought for a moment. Damn...this was awkward. Even though Quatre was Quatre, at the moment the blonde was a woman. "Well, you can either measure or I can bring different sizes back..."
"Trowa, I don't know how to measure..."
"Then I guess I'll bring a bunch of sizes back and you can find one that fits you as best he can."
"Don't you know how to measure?"
"Kind of...but I'm not completely sure how it translates to actual size though if I go to place that has them, they might have something that explains it."
"Maybe you should just bring a bunch of different sizes back instead."
Trowa chuckled. "It's a little less awkward that way... You can measure if you want..."
"I don't know how to measure!"
"I can tell you," Trowa remarked. "I know how you are supposed to. I just need to figure out how to determine what that means." Damn Catherine and all the women at the circus for him knowing. It was too easy to hear people talking backstage at the circus.
Quatre nodded. "Inches are inches Trowa. It shouldn't have to translate."
Trowa only chuckled because he actually he knew this... as frightening as that was. "Love, there are different sizes of..." He paused for a moment, biting his lip as he tried to figure out the least awkward way to say this. "Women's chests are different sizes and not measured in inches...like A, B, C, D. They measure in inches, but there is some calculation that says what size is needed."
Quatre nodded a bit and sat up. "Why do women have to be so confusing?"
Trowa shrugged. "I don't know, love."
The blonde sighed.
"I can help you measure and see if I can figure out the sizing from that. If not, I can just bring a bunch back."
"That sounds like a plan."
Trowa nodded, standing up. "I'll go get a tape measure and something to right this down on." He figured the bra was probably more important than the clothing size. As long as the clothes weren't too small and not far too big, he'd survive for a week. Also that and he had no idea how women's sizes worked.
Quatre slipped off the bed and stretched. This was just... Frustrating.
Trowa returned a moment later with the promised tape measure. "Okay," he said. "I have the tape measure."
(S)he nodded. "Okay, now what?"
"Okay. First we need to meaure underneath your chest."
Quatre's eyes widened and (s)he blushed bright red. "Okay..."
Trowa nodded. "I know...this is a little awkward." He handed the tape measure to Quatre. "I think you'd rather put it in the right spot."
"I don't know where it goes."
Trowa bit his lip. "Would you mind if I...put it in place?"
"Not at all."
Trowa nodded. Okay, still awkward, but not as much as trying to explain it. He moved to stand behind Quatre. "Lift your arms up out to the side."
Quatre nodded and did as (s)he was told to.
Trowa put the tape measure into the right spot and found the measurement, unfortunately without avoiding turning bright red. "Okay...now you need to put this at the fullest part of your chest."
The blonde looked at Trowa over her shoulder. (S)he blinked. "Trowa, dear, why are you so embaressed?"
"Because at least temporarily you are a woman," Trowa remarked. "It's not normal in most situations for a guy to be...uh..."
"Trowa, I don't care. You're my boyfriend and you've touched me before."
"Okay." It still was a little odd since Quatre had never had breasts before. "I still need you to put the tape measure at the fullest part of you chest. You'll be able to figure that out better than I can."
With a nod, Quatre began to adjust the tape measurer. It was weird havin breasts....
When Quatre had it adjusted, Trowa read what the measurement was. He wrote down the measurements. "Okay, that's all I need."
She nodded and looked at Trowa. "This is so weird."
Trowa nodded. "It is. But this shouldn't be for long."
"I hope so."
Trowa smiled and kissed Quatre's cheek.
"I hope this won't be too weird for you.. Your boyfriend being a girl."
Trowa chuckled. "It's a little odd, but it won't be a problem. Just a little time to adjust."
"By the time you adjust, I'll be me again."
Trowa chuckled. "Probably not. I'm more comfortable with the fact you are a woman than when I first found out."
Quatre nodded.
Trowa walked around to the front of Quatre and kissed Quatre on the lips.
She smiled at Trowa. "I love you."
"I love you too."
"I'm going to go back and hide now."
Trowa chuckled. "If you want. I'll go see what I can find for you."
"Thank you."
"No problem, love."
Quatre smiled and then flopped back on her bed.
Trowa walked over and kissed Quatre on the head then headed out of the room.
She curled up, tugging the blanket over herself. God this was going to be a long week.
When: at the start of the event
Where: The Gundam apartment
Rating: PG?
Summary: Trowa and Quatre both find out about what happened...
"AHH!" Came a loud yell from Quatre's room.
Trowa, who had been dozing on the couch, blinked and leapt up. He ran down the hall to Quatre's room. "Quatre, are you alright?" he asked, knocking on Quatre's door softly.
"Yes! Go away!"
Trowa blinked. "Quatre. What's wrong?"
"Nothing!"
"Just tell me." Obviously something was wrong.
"No! Go away!" Quatre yelled from inside his room. His voice was a little higher pitched and more femenine.
Trowa blinked. Okay, that was Quatre's voice, but also not Quatre's voice. "Quatre...has this world done something else to the people here?"
"Just go away!"
"Quatre, whatever happened, don't be upset or embarrassed about it. If other incidents are anything to go on, this will be over in a week."
"I am not coming out of this room and you are not allowed in!"
"Then at least tell me what happened."
"NO!"
Trowa sighed. "Quatre...There's nothing to be embarrassed about."
"Yes there is!"
Trowa blinked and opened the door. He wanted to see what had happened now. He didn't know yet since he hadn't been checking his PDA.
"Trowa!" There was a pillow flung in Trowa's face from the general direction of the lump on the bed.
Trowa was hit in the face by the oncoming pillow. He made something of a grimace as it fell to the floor. He looked over at Quatre.
Quatre was hidding under the blankets.
Trowa walked over to the bed. "Quatre?"
"What?"
"What happened this time?"
"Nothing!"
Trowa sighed. "Quatre," he said. "I hope you forgive me for what I am about to do." With barely a moment following that statement, he pulled off the blankets Quatre was hiding under.
The blonde squeaked and curled up into a tighter ball.
Trowa blinked. "Quatre?"
"Yes?"
Trowa sat down beside Quatre. "Love, whatever it is I won't freak out."
The lump shook a bit. "No!"
Trowa rubbed Quatre's back. "I promise I won't."
"Have you checked the networks?"
"Not yet."
"Do it."
Trowa nodded. He had his PDA on his person so he just stood up and took it out. He turned on his PDA and started looking through the recent messages. He blinked... and then blinked again. Ooooookay. "I think I see what it is now..."
"Go away."
Trowa sighed. "Quatre..."
"What?"
Trowa walked back over to Quatre. He put his hand on Quatre's shoulder.
The blonde looked up, eyes wide, face femenine, yet still male.
Trowa smiled, sitting down beside Quatre, leaned down and kissed Quatre on the forehead.
"I'm a girl."
"I realize that."
"Go away."
"I'm not bothered by the fact that you are," Trowa remarked. "But if you want me to leave..."
Sitting up, Quatre looked at Trowa, a little sheepish.
Trowa smiled at Quatre.
"I wonder how long this will last."
"Probably about a week," Trowa remarked. "That seems like the general length of time here."
Nodding, Quatre laid back on the bed. "This is horrible!"
Trowa wouldn't exactly call it horrible since aside from suddenly being in a different body, the blonde wasn't suffering. But he could see how one could think that. He nodded. "But it shouldn't last too long."
Quatre looked at Trowa. "You're sleeping in your room for the week."
Trowa chuckled. "I guess that makes sense."
"Don't laugh!"
"I'm not," Trowa remarked. Okay, maybe he had...a bit. "Quatre, I'm sorry."
(S)he looked at Trowa and pouted.
"I wasn't laughing about the situation that you are in."
"Better not be." (s)he said crossing her arms.
For a teenager who had spent most of his life surrounded by men, one might have been surprised that Trowa wasn't checking Quatre out even though he was gay. It was still Quatre, just a little different people and in a few days he would be again. Trowa smiled at Quatre.
Quatre smiled back. "What, no kiss? Or will that just feel odd?"
Trowa leaned over and kissed Quatre.
Quatre kissed him back and then smiled softly.
Trowa smiled back. "If you want me to get anything for you, anything at all, just ask me and I will."
"A bra and some new clothes."
Trowa nodded. "Of course though...we are going to have to figure out what size you need."
"I don't know. What do you think?"
Trowa thought for a moment. Damn...this was awkward. Even though Quatre was Quatre, at the moment the blonde was a woman. "Well, you can either measure or I can bring different sizes back..."
"Trowa, I don't know how to measure..."
"Then I guess I'll bring a bunch of sizes back and you can find one that fits you as best he can."
"Don't you know how to measure?"
"Kind of...but I'm not completely sure how it translates to actual size though if I go to place that has them, they might have something that explains it."
"Maybe you should just bring a bunch of different sizes back instead."
Trowa chuckled. "It's a little less awkward that way... You can measure if you want..."
"I don't know how to measure!"
"I can tell you," Trowa remarked. "I know how you are supposed to. I just need to figure out how to determine what that means." Damn Catherine and all the women at the circus for him knowing. It was too easy to hear people talking backstage at the circus.
Quatre nodded. "Inches are inches Trowa. It shouldn't have to translate."
Trowa only chuckled because he actually he knew this... as frightening as that was. "Love, there are different sizes of..." He paused for a moment, biting his lip as he tried to figure out the least awkward way to say this. "Women's chests are different sizes and not measured in inches...like A, B, C, D. They measure in inches, but there is some calculation that says what size is needed."
Quatre nodded a bit and sat up. "Why do women have to be so confusing?"
Trowa shrugged. "I don't know, love."
The blonde sighed.
"I can help you measure and see if I can figure out the sizing from that. If not, I can just bring a bunch back."
"That sounds like a plan."
Trowa nodded, standing up. "I'll go get a tape measure and something to right this down on." He figured the bra was probably more important than the clothing size. As long as the clothes weren't too small and not far too big, he'd survive for a week. Also that and he had no idea how women's sizes worked.
Quatre slipped off the bed and stretched. This was just... Frustrating.
Trowa returned a moment later with the promised tape measure. "Okay," he said. "I have the tape measure."
(S)he nodded. "Okay, now what?"
"Okay. First we need to meaure underneath your chest."
Quatre's eyes widened and (s)he blushed bright red. "Okay..."
Trowa nodded. "I know...this is a little awkward." He handed the tape measure to Quatre. "I think you'd rather put it in the right spot."
"I don't know where it goes."
Trowa bit his lip. "Would you mind if I...put it in place?"
"Not at all."
Trowa nodded. Okay, still awkward, but not as much as trying to explain it. He moved to stand behind Quatre. "Lift your arms up out to the side."
Quatre nodded and did as (s)he was told to.
Trowa put the tape measure into the right spot and found the measurement, unfortunately without avoiding turning bright red. "Okay...now you need to put this at the fullest part of your chest."
The blonde looked at Trowa over her shoulder. (S)he blinked. "Trowa, dear, why are you so embaressed?"
"Because at least temporarily you are a woman," Trowa remarked. "It's not normal in most situations for a guy to be...uh..."
"Trowa, I don't care. You're my boyfriend and you've touched me before."
"Okay." It still was a little odd since Quatre had never had breasts before. "I still need you to put the tape measure at the fullest part of you chest. You'll be able to figure that out better than I can."
With a nod, Quatre began to adjust the tape measurer. It was weird havin breasts....
When Quatre had it adjusted, Trowa read what the measurement was. He wrote down the measurements. "Okay, that's all I need."
She nodded and looked at Trowa. "This is so weird."
Trowa nodded. "It is. But this shouldn't be for long."
"I hope so."
Trowa smiled and kissed Quatre's cheek.
"I hope this won't be too weird for you.. Your boyfriend being a girl."
Trowa chuckled. "It's a little odd, but it won't be a problem. Just a little time to adjust."
"By the time you adjust, I'll be me again."
Trowa chuckled. "Probably not. I'm more comfortable with the fact you are a woman than when I first found out."
Quatre nodded.
Trowa walked around to the front of Quatre and kissed Quatre on the lips.
She smiled at Trowa. "I love you."
"I love you too."
"I'm going to go back and hide now."
Trowa chuckled. "If you want. I'll go see what I can find for you."
"Thank you."
"No problem, love."
Quatre smiled and then flopped back on her bed.
Trowa walked over and kissed Quatre on the head then headed out of the room.
She curled up, tugging the blanket over herself. God this was going to be a long week.