Big Wolf on Campus -- snippet -- Girl!Merton
Title: [untitled Girl!Merton] (1/1)
Author: Northlight
Summary: Merton's a girl--no, *really!*
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Merton groaned piteously. The noise sent vibrations racing upwards to join the raucous party taking place in Merton's head. He groaned again--oooh, *bad* idea--and cautiously opened his eyes to what looked suspiciously like the underside of his desk. Merton furrowed his brows: eccentric he might be, but Merton wasn't usually in the habit of wedging himself beneath his desk in pursuit of fun and relaxation.
Not, Merton amended with a wince, that he was relaxed and/or having fun. In fact, this had to be one of the *worst*--mornings? days? nights?--times that Merton had ever had, and *that* was certainly saying something. All of which begged the question: what exactly *was* he doing under here? The bits of plastic and wire prodding him in the back convinced Merton that his priorities needed some rearranging: aspirin, a hot bath and *then* a bout of 'sooo, how much *do* you remember about last night?'
Merton's hand gropped out across the paper-strewn floor. He found the leg of his chair and worked his way upwards until his fingers were curled over the edge of the seat. Merton took a calming breath and opened his eyes again and--strange, his hand looked strangely delicate against the leather seat of his chair. Merton wriggled his fingers experimentally and decided that he had more important things to deal with besides the realization that his hands really were quite lovely.
That decided, Merton proceeded to spend the next several minutes wheezing, gasping, groaning, rolling, wriggling and squirming his way out from under his desk and onto his feet. Head ringing from the exertion and vision blurring, Merton slapped his hand down on his desk for balance as he rose. It took him a moment to realize that his inner arm was brushing against something soft--
Merton gaped in disbelief. Merton stared in stunned incredulity. Merton oggled. "By the Gods--I have boobies!" Merton tentatively poked at the flesh straining at his favourite t-shirt, blushed, cast a furtive look around his room and gave himself another good--*poke.*
This certainly called for another change in itinerary: Find. Tommy. Now!
Merton tottered away from his desk and quickly discovered that girl-parts were different than boy-parts in more than fodder for romantic fantasies. He had been turned to stone; he had been a vampire; he had been impregnated by an alien--he could certainly deal with this, right? Right. Merton took a deep breath and glowered down at his chest when two of his more noticeable girl-parts followed him.
Change of plan number three: raid Becky's closet for girl-stuff for his girl-parts, look into hiring a good psychologist, and find Tommy.
His girl-parts jiggled in agreement.