TM Prompt 199
TM Prompt # 199 - You’ve woken up as the opposite sex this morning… now what?Stretching and yawning, Fred pulled himself from sleep very reluctantly. Normally he would have stayed in bed - it was a Saturday, after all - but he’d promised George he’d help test out some new products. He was looking forward to it, he hadn’t really done too much work
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"Leave me 'lone, Fred. 'M sleepin'."
At another, more forceful, shake, George opened his eyes, took in the sight before him, and promptly screamed like a child.
"Who are you, why are you in my bed, and why are you topless?!"
George yanked himself back, away from the strange, redhaired woman, and covered himself with his blanket.
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"George, it's me. It's Fred. I don't know why, but somehow I'm a girl."
He looked down at himself, fully registering for the first time that he was topless.
"Sorry about that, then."
Taking George's covers, he wrapped them around his torso.
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"Just as long as you're not Theresa. I'd hate to think you're cheating on my brother, especially with me."
He yanked the sheets out from under the covers and held them in front of himself as he slid off the bed and pulled a pair of jeans on over his boxers. Just in case this wasn't really his brother. Turned into a woman.
"Maybe we should get you some clothes..."
OOC: OMFG ICON!! I swear I know who that is, it's just not coming to me. But SQUEE!
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Sorry. Feel free to ignore this post and continue with the RP.
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"Like anyone would choose you over me. And you should bloody well recognise your own twin, Georgie. Even if he is a girl."
Leaning back on George's bed, Fred rolled his eyes at his brother. Honestly, when was George modest?
Fred perked up at the mention of clothes.
"Really?! Can we go shopping?! Oh, please!!"
He bounced on the bed excitedly, forgetting about the covers.
OOC: You're a dork.
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He gestured blindly for the pile of clothes near the bed.
"Find something to wear for now. We'll talk about other clothes later. Hold on, why are you a girl again? Are you planning on doing this for a long time? Do we need to buy you clothes, or can't you just wear your own stuff until you change back? Are you changing back? Why did you turn yourself into a girl?"
George stopped himself before he could get into a long rant. Hand still covering his eyes, he moved to cross-legged on the bed and rested his head on his palm, propped up by his elbow.
"Tell me when you're dressed please. I can send a Patronus to Ginny in you don't know what to do. If ever there was an emergency, this is it."
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"Oh please, George. They're not that big. They are rather nice though."
He shifted closer to the pile of clothes and grabbed a random shirt, tugging it over his head and then pulling his hair from under it.
"I don't know why I'm a girl, Georgie. I kind of thought you had something to do with it, some kind of really twisted prank of yours. I have no idea when this will end. I want to go shopping for new clothes, though. Please, Georgie?"
Sliding off the bed, Fred made his way over to the mirror and began checking himself out.
"Y'know, George... I'm hot. If I weren't me, I'd shag me."
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He pulled a shirt on and stared at Fred's chest.
"Um, don't you need like a bra or something?" He scratched his head. "Where are we gonna get a bra for you?"
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His attention went back down to his new breasts.
"Probably," Fred responded, shrugging carelessly. "We can always just buy one, Georgie."
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"I... I don't... where are we gonna go shopping for women's clothing? And why..."
George rubbed a hand over his face, hoping this was all a dream.
"Oh forget it. Come on, get your stuff together and let's get out of here. I'll buy you clothes if you stop calling me Georgie."
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