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Fic #4: Testing
Request: Fallen Into Grace, Rylee & Mika, prompt: Mika asks Rylee how long ‘this’ is going to go on
Requested by: dreamseternal
Length: 539
Rating: PG
Notes: This is the reverse of last month’s fic. Sadly, it doesn’t have Mika in drag, but it might have made it there eventually if I had kept writing.
Mika shifted in his seat.
It really wasn’t much motion at all. A centimeter, maybe, scooting his butt over on the bench, trying to get more comfortable. Nobody else noticed, and there really wasn’t much to notice, but Rylee, who knew what it portended, gave Mika a preemptive glare that the magic demon didn’t notice.
Mika’s feet drummed for a few moments against the floor.
Rylee’s glare intensified.
Mika made a little popping noise with his lips.
“Cut it out,” Rylee hissed. “Pay attention.”
“I’m bored,” Mika whined.
“You’re always bored. You have the shortest attention span in the entire freakin’ world. If you aren’t going to pay attention, at least fall asleep or do something quiet.”
Mika fell sullenly silent. For about twenty seconds. Then he began snapping his fingers restlessly.
“Stop it! Geez!” Rylee elbowed him. “You’re like a little kid!”
“How much longer is this going to go on?” Mika asked plaintively.
“Clearly, longer than you can hold out,” Rylee said. “Go outside and wait for me if you can’t manage to sit still and be quiet.”
Mika heaved a sigh and tried to redirect his attention. That worked for about another three minutes. Then he began plucking strings of magic out of the air and weaving them together. Given the assembly they were sitting in, there were a lot of different varieties to choose from. Rylee couldn’t exactly ‘see’ what he was doing, but he could feel the tension starting to build in the air in front of them as Mika wove the strand more and more densely.
“What are you doing?” he said from between clenched teeth.
“I’m making a pretty,” Mika said.
“Why?”
“I’m bored. It’s pretty.”
“Mika!” Rylee stepped on his foot. “A lot of people consider this a sacred occasion. Stop playing with other people’s magic. And be quiet!”
“Making the pretty was quiet,” Mika said, obviously smug. “And this isn’t sacred. It’s silly. I don’t know why you dragged me here.”
“I told you that I would tell you afterwards, and I will. If you can manage to hold still and be quiet.”
Mika sulked. “That’s just not fair.”
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, they got to their feet. Mika groaned and stretched as if he hadn’t seen sunlight for two weeks. “Finally! Good grief! Why’d you drag me to a wedding between two people that I don’t even know?”
Rylee, relieved to be out of the church, said, “Because Ian asked me to test your ability to sit through one so he can decide whether or not you’re invited to his.”
Mika’s jaw dropped. “That - that’s not fair,” he sputtered. “I would be much better at sitting still and being quiet if I actually knew the people involved.”
“No, you wouldn’t,” Rylee said.
“No, I wouldn’t,” Mika agreed, abashed. Or at least as abashed as he ever got. “So does this mean I don’t get to go?” he asked, giving Rylee puppy dog eyes.
“Actually, you did a lot better than I thought you would,” Rylee said, “but the final decision is up to Ian. Sorry. I’ll put in a good word for you. Or at least a non-homicidal, mediocre word, which is all you’ve earned.”
“Fair enough.”
Fic #5: Quality Family Time
Request: Fallen Into Grace, Julianna/Darius Chancellor, prompt: how to be a good hunting team while having a family dinner
Requested by: pythia_delphie
Length: 450
Rating: PG
Notes: Whhhhhyyyyyy did I kill these two off before they were main characters? *Sob*
“And then,” Darius Chancellor leaned forward, his friendly face intense, eyes sparkling, “I told the demon ‘get your hands off my wife!’” He gestured wildly with his cutlery. “And he saw from the look on my face that I was serious. Wham!” He banged his hand against the table. Both twins jumped. “I got him right in the face!”
“Darius,” Julianna said, with something of a sigh, “we’re supposed to be having a family dinner.”
“We are,” Darius said, grinning at her. “Here’s the dinner. Here’s the family. What’s the problem?”
“Did that really happen, Mommy?” Adrian asked, clearly skeptical of the story his father had been telling him.
“It really happened, sweetie,” Julianna said, amused. She ignored the curious stares that they were getting from other diners. They rarely ate out, but sometimes Darius got strange whims, and this one apparently involved a nice restaurant. She was glad that her children were well-behaved; now if only her husband could follow suit.
“Of course it really happened,” Darius said, wounded by his son’s disbelief. “Anyway, Julie, these two have to learn to be prepared for anything! Someday they’re going to grow up to be big, strong, handsome men like myself! Fighting evil!” He gestured with his fork again. “Rescuing damsels in distress!”
“I beg your pardon,” Julianna said. “If I recall correctly, I was the one who rescued you.”
“Did he cry?” Aiden asked with artless interest.
“Like a baby,” Julianna confided. Both twins giggled.
“Here, now, that just isn’t fair,” Darius said. “Maligning me to my sons. I could take on anyone in this place right now!”
The lights went out.
Julianna sighed. “Dear,” she said, “since your brilliant idea was to eat at one of New York’s famous haunted restaurants, maybe a challenge like that wasn’t the best idea.”
“Oh, pish-tosh,” Darius said cheerfully. “The challenge stands!”
A face loomed out of the darkness. Adrian and Aiden both squealed and pointed.
“Pass the salt, darling,” Darius said.
Another sigh. “Here,” Julianna said, handing over the salt shaker. Darius quickly unscrewed the top and then threw it all over his shoulder, hitting the phantasm directly in the face. It screeched in pain and retreated. “Don’t exorcise it, dear,” Julianna said. “Think of the tourists.”
“Oh, all right,” Darius said, “I’ll just banish it for a little while.”
He spoke a few quick words. There was a rushing noise of wind. The lights came back on and the room warmed back up. The patrons of the restaurant looked around in some confusion.
“Daddy, you were awesome!” Adrian and Aiden declared in unison.
Darius grinned at his wife.
“My hero,” she said, shaking her head, but she was grinning too.
Fic #6: First Time for Everything
Request: Fallen Into Grace, Malakai/Shea, prompt: fic when they first started sleeping together
Requested by: dykeosaurus
Length: 713
Rating: R.
Notes: At first this fic stumped me. I had honestly never started thinking about why they started sleeping together or exactly how it had come up. I mean, having never been a teenaged guy myself, I just didn’t have any clue how they would have this conversation. “So, Mal, I think I’m gay.” “Great. Me too. Wanna bang?” Then the obvious solution occurred to me: porn.
“Hey, Mal?” Shea pushed open the front door of the Pierson household. It wasn’t locked, and he could see lights on inside, so he walked right in as was his wont. He had talked to Malakai earlier that day about the possibility of a study date, since they had a big math test the next day, but then it hadn’t come up again so he thought that Malakai might have forgotten.
Their car wasn’t in the garage, so their father was undoubtedly off somewhere drinking away his paycheck. And the house was too quiet for Dominic to be home. The teenager had just turned fifteen and noise followed him around like a cloud, much the same way Pigpen had a cloud of dirt. He simply couldn’t be in a room without music blaring.
Shea dumped his backpack in the kitchen, where he and Malakai usually did their studying because the food was closest there. Then he went up the stairs. Now that he was listening, he could hear faint music from their bedroom. Mal had gotten a tiny TV with a used VCR with his birthday money. Shea wandered up the stairs, keeping quiet in case Malakai was watching something that couldn’t be paused.
“Hey, Mal, I - ” Shea began as he pushed the half-open door the rest of the way open. He stopped dead in his tracks, gaping at what was on the small screen. Honestly, he wasn’t sure what the two men on the screen were doing, but it was definitely erotic - and honestly very attractive. But nowhere near as attractive as Malakai, sprawled out on the bed, eyes fixed on the screen, chest heaving for breath, hand working on himself.
He let out a yelp when he saw Shea, nearly falling off the other side of the bed in his haste to get upright. “Oh! Oh, Shea, hi, uh. Uh. Hi?”
“What . . .” Shea stared at the TV, mostly because that was easier than looking at Malakai, and also because it was really attractive.
“Nothing!” Malakai dove for the VCR and quickly stopped the video, trying to get his pants up at the same time. He tripped and almost knocked the TV off its stand. “I mean, just a video. I, uh, got it from, uh. Wow, let’s not say where I got it.”
“I’m actually really curious,” Shea said. He could still see the images that had been on the screen. “Uhm, so are you, you know?”
“Am I, you know, what?” Malakai asked, finally getting himself all tucked in and put back together.
Shea swallowed. “Gay?”
Malakai pushed a hand through his hair, making it stand up in lopsided spikes. “I, uh, I dunno. Maybe?” He wouldn’t look at Shea. “Does it bug you?”
“No,” Shea said, honestly. “I just, uhm . . . was kind of thinking . . . maybe I am too?” he ventured. Malakai just looked at him for a few moments, clearly stunned. “I don’t know. But what you were watching was really, uh, wow. I guess I had been trying not to think about it before.”
“Most people . . . I think most people kind of know,” Malakai said.
“Well, it’s not like I’ve had many opportunities for practical experience.”
“Well, it’s not like I have either, but I still managed to figure it out.”
They stared at each other for a few moments.
Malakai cleared his throat. “C’mere,” he said, trying to keep his voice from cracking, because that wouldn’t really be sexy. Shea hesitantly walked over and stood in front of him, his face flushed. Malakai had to swallow before he could calm down enough to lean over and press his lips against Shea’s. “There. How was that?”
“Pathetic,” Shea informed him. “Dominic is probably a better kisser than you.”
“Hey!” Malakai growled. “That’s my kid brother you’re talking about. Anyway, I wasn’t trying. I didn’t want to scare the shit out of you.”
“Then try again.”
“Okay.” Malakai leaned over, slower this time, and kissed his friend on the mouth. Shea was still for a moment, and then his eyes drifted closed. After a long moment, they separated. “Better?”
“Yeah.” Shea was out of breath. “Much better. Let’s try it again.”
Malakai was happy to oblige.
Fic #7: Swap Meet
Request: Fallen Into Grace, prompt: post!TFWC gender-swap fic
Requested by: liberty_witch
Length: 592
Rating: R
Notes: After some detailed thought, I decided that this fic would be better served as a series of four shorts, rather than one lengthier fic. This way I could focus on more characters. Also, this may be the funniest fic I've written all year.
I.
Zachariah had lived for a very long time, and a lot of strange things had happened to him over the years. So he took it better than some of the others when he woke up one chilly winter morning with breasts and a vagina.
“That’s weird,” was his understated response, his brow furrowing slightly. He wondered if this was somebody Upstairs’ idea of a joke. Then he noticed that he was alone in the bed, and his frown deepened. What if it hadn’t just been him? God alone knew how Benjamin would react to such a deep and profound change.
Zachariah tossed the blankets aside and grabbed his robe, which was now too big in the shoulders but tight across the chest. He cleared his throat and tied it closed as best he could, then went in search of his lover.
Benjamin was, fortunately, not in a state of agitation or upset over the sudden accoutrements he had gained (and he had, definitely, gained them). He looked up from his book as Zachariah walked in, glad for once that the younger angel was naked, so he could immediately assess the situation.
Benjamin’s eyes went wide.
“Whoa,” he said, “yours are huge.”
II.
“Is he still sulking?” Rylee asked.
Aiden pushed a hand through his hair. “Well, you did laugh at him for a full ten minutes, so I’m going to go out on a limb and say, yeah. He’s still sulking.”
“It wasn’t that long,” Rylee protested.
“I timed it,” Aiden snarled. “And Mika is still laughing. You’d better get him to shut up before Nikolaos removes something he finds valuable, whether he’s got a dick and is part of this travesty or not.”
“He’s kind of got a point.” Ian was still blushing, trying desperately not to look at his mother, who was trying to get him to go shopping so she could buy him a cute little dress. “I mean, Dad hates women. You can’t expect him to take well to being suddenly turned into one. And as for you, you could help instead of just laughing at us.”
Rylee bit his lip. Hard. Hard enough for it to bleed. It didn’t help, and he started laughing again.
“I hate you,” Ian said.
III.
“Whhhhooooooaaaa,” Dominic said, staring.
Jade grinned. “You wanna - ”
“Absolutely.”
IV.
“Oh, yeah, I guess it happened to me, too,” Kiran said, though he didn’t sound particularly interested. “I guess I hadn’t really thought about it.”
“How can you just not think about suddenly having boobs?” Aiden asked. He had decided to call around and check on the others when it became clear that his own house was going to erupt into warfare at any moment.
“I just didn’t think about it,” Kiran replied.
Aiden hesitated. “Well, what about Shea?”
“I haven’t seen him all morning.”
There was a long pause.
Kiran cleared his throat. “I’ll, uh, go check on him,” he said, and set the phone down. He walked over to Shea’s bedroom and knocked on the door. “Shea?” he called out, when there was no response.
“I’m busy,” Shea called back. “Come back later.”
Kiran went and picked up the phone. “He’s busy,” he reported to Aiden.
“Well, at least somebody’s getting something out of this,” Aiden said, and hung up. Kiran went back to his book and forgot all about it until Shea emerged several hours later.
He grabbed a soda from the fridge, asked rhetorically, “Why do women put up with us?” and disappeared back into his room without another word.
Fic #4: Testing
Request: Fallen Into Grace, Rylee & Mika, prompt: Mika asks Rylee how long ‘this’ is going to go on
Requested by: dreamseternal
Length: 539
Rating: PG
Notes: This is the reverse of last month’s fic. Sadly, it doesn’t have Mika in drag, but it might have made it there eventually if I had kept writing.
Mika shifted in his seat.
It really wasn’t much motion at all. A centimeter, maybe, scooting his butt over on the bench, trying to get more comfortable. Nobody else noticed, and there really wasn’t much to notice, but Rylee, who knew what it portended, gave Mika a preemptive glare that the magic demon didn’t notice.
Mika’s feet drummed for a few moments against the floor.
Rylee’s glare intensified.
Mika made a little popping noise with his lips.
“Cut it out,” Rylee hissed. “Pay attention.”
“I’m bored,” Mika whined.
“You’re always bored. You have the shortest attention span in the entire freakin’ world. If you aren’t going to pay attention, at least fall asleep or do something quiet.”
Mika fell sullenly silent. For about twenty seconds. Then he began snapping his fingers restlessly.
“Stop it! Geez!” Rylee elbowed him. “You’re like a little kid!”
“How much longer is this going to go on?” Mika asked plaintively.
“Clearly, longer than you can hold out,” Rylee said. “Go outside and wait for me if you can’t manage to sit still and be quiet.”
Mika heaved a sigh and tried to redirect his attention. That worked for about another three minutes. Then he began plucking strings of magic out of the air and weaving them together. Given the assembly they were sitting in, there were a lot of different varieties to choose from. Rylee couldn’t exactly ‘see’ what he was doing, but he could feel the tension starting to build in the air in front of them as Mika wove the strand more and more densely.
“What are you doing?” he said from between clenched teeth.
“I’m making a pretty,” Mika said.
“Why?”
“I’m bored. It’s pretty.”
“Mika!” Rylee stepped on his foot. “A lot of people consider this a sacred occasion. Stop playing with other people’s magic. And be quiet!”
“Making the pretty was quiet,” Mika said, obviously smug. “And this isn’t sacred. It’s silly. I don’t know why you dragged me here.”
“I told you that I would tell you afterwards, and I will. If you can manage to hold still and be quiet.”
Mika sulked. “That’s just not fair.”
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, they got to their feet. Mika groaned and stretched as if he hadn’t seen sunlight for two weeks. “Finally! Good grief! Why’d you drag me to a wedding between two people that I don’t even know?”
Rylee, relieved to be out of the church, said, “Because Ian asked me to test your ability to sit through one so he can decide whether or not you’re invited to his.”
Mika’s jaw dropped. “That - that’s not fair,” he sputtered. “I would be much better at sitting still and being quiet if I actually knew the people involved.”
“No, you wouldn’t,” Rylee said.
“No, I wouldn’t,” Mika agreed, abashed. Or at least as abashed as he ever got. “So does this mean I don’t get to go?” he asked, giving Rylee puppy dog eyes.
“Actually, you did a lot better than I thought you would,” Rylee said, “but the final decision is up to Ian. Sorry. I’ll put in a good word for you. Or at least a non-homicidal, mediocre word, which is all you’ve earned.”
“Fair enough.”
Fic #5: Quality Family Time
Request: Fallen Into Grace, Julianna/Darius Chancellor, prompt: how to be a good hunting team while having a family dinner
Requested by: pythia_delphie
Length: 450
Rating: PG
Notes: Whhhhhyyyyyy did I kill these two off before they were main characters? *Sob*
“And then,” Darius Chancellor leaned forward, his friendly face intense, eyes sparkling, “I told the demon ‘get your hands off my wife!’” He gestured wildly with his cutlery. “And he saw from the look on my face that I was serious. Wham!” He banged his hand against the table. Both twins jumped. “I got him right in the face!”
“Darius,” Julianna said, with something of a sigh, “we’re supposed to be having a family dinner.”
“We are,” Darius said, grinning at her. “Here’s the dinner. Here’s the family. What’s the problem?”
“Did that really happen, Mommy?” Adrian asked, clearly skeptical of the story his father had been telling him.
“It really happened, sweetie,” Julianna said, amused. She ignored the curious stares that they were getting from other diners. They rarely ate out, but sometimes Darius got strange whims, and this one apparently involved a nice restaurant. She was glad that her children were well-behaved; now if only her husband could follow suit.
“Of course it really happened,” Darius said, wounded by his son’s disbelief. “Anyway, Julie, these two have to learn to be prepared for anything! Someday they’re going to grow up to be big, strong, handsome men like myself! Fighting evil!” He gestured with his fork again. “Rescuing damsels in distress!”
“I beg your pardon,” Julianna said. “If I recall correctly, I was the one who rescued you.”
“Did he cry?” Aiden asked with artless interest.
“Like a baby,” Julianna confided. Both twins giggled.
“Here, now, that just isn’t fair,” Darius said. “Maligning me to my sons. I could take on anyone in this place right now!”
The lights went out.
Julianna sighed. “Dear,” she said, “since your brilliant idea was to eat at one of New York’s famous haunted restaurants, maybe a challenge like that wasn’t the best idea.”
“Oh, pish-tosh,” Darius said cheerfully. “The challenge stands!”
A face loomed out of the darkness. Adrian and Aiden both squealed and pointed.
“Pass the salt, darling,” Darius said.
Another sigh. “Here,” Julianna said, handing over the salt shaker. Darius quickly unscrewed the top and then threw it all over his shoulder, hitting the phantasm directly in the face. It screeched in pain and retreated. “Don’t exorcise it, dear,” Julianna said. “Think of the tourists.”
“Oh, all right,” Darius said, “I’ll just banish it for a little while.”
He spoke a few quick words. There was a rushing noise of wind. The lights came back on and the room warmed back up. The patrons of the restaurant looked around in some confusion.
“Daddy, you were awesome!” Adrian and Aiden declared in unison.
Darius grinned at his wife.
“My hero,” she said, shaking her head, but she was grinning too.
Fic #6: First Time for Everything
Request: Fallen Into Grace, Malakai/Shea, prompt: fic when they first started sleeping together
Requested by: dykeosaurus
Length: 713
Rating: R.
Notes: At first this fic stumped me. I had honestly never started thinking about why they started sleeping together or exactly how it had come up. I mean, having never been a teenaged guy myself, I just didn’t have any clue how they would have this conversation. “So, Mal, I think I’m gay.” “Great. Me too. Wanna bang?” Then the obvious solution occurred to me: porn.
“Hey, Mal?” Shea pushed open the front door of the Pierson household. It wasn’t locked, and he could see lights on inside, so he walked right in as was his wont. He had talked to Malakai earlier that day about the possibility of a study date, since they had a big math test the next day, but then it hadn’t come up again so he thought that Malakai might have forgotten.
Their car wasn’t in the garage, so their father was undoubtedly off somewhere drinking away his paycheck. And the house was too quiet for Dominic to be home. The teenager had just turned fifteen and noise followed him around like a cloud, much the same way Pigpen had a cloud of dirt. He simply couldn’t be in a room without music blaring.
Shea dumped his backpack in the kitchen, where he and Malakai usually did their studying because the food was closest there. Then he went up the stairs. Now that he was listening, he could hear faint music from their bedroom. Mal had gotten a tiny TV with a used VCR with his birthday money. Shea wandered up the stairs, keeping quiet in case Malakai was watching something that couldn’t be paused.
“Hey, Mal, I - ” Shea began as he pushed the half-open door the rest of the way open. He stopped dead in his tracks, gaping at what was on the small screen. Honestly, he wasn’t sure what the two men on the screen were doing, but it was definitely erotic - and honestly very attractive. But nowhere near as attractive as Malakai, sprawled out on the bed, eyes fixed on the screen, chest heaving for breath, hand working on himself.
He let out a yelp when he saw Shea, nearly falling off the other side of the bed in his haste to get upright. “Oh! Oh, Shea, hi, uh. Uh. Hi?”
“What . . .” Shea stared at the TV, mostly because that was easier than looking at Malakai, and also because it was really attractive.
“Nothing!” Malakai dove for the VCR and quickly stopped the video, trying to get his pants up at the same time. He tripped and almost knocked the TV off its stand. “I mean, just a video. I, uh, got it from, uh. Wow, let’s not say where I got it.”
“I’m actually really curious,” Shea said. He could still see the images that had been on the screen. “Uhm, so are you, you know?”
“Am I, you know, what?” Malakai asked, finally getting himself all tucked in and put back together.
Shea swallowed. “Gay?”
Malakai pushed a hand through his hair, making it stand up in lopsided spikes. “I, uh, I dunno. Maybe?” He wouldn’t look at Shea. “Does it bug you?”
“No,” Shea said, honestly. “I just, uhm . . . was kind of thinking . . . maybe I am too?” he ventured. Malakai just looked at him for a few moments, clearly stunned. “I don’t know. But what you were watching was really, uh, wow. I guess I had been trying not to think about it before.”
“Most people . . . I think most people kind of know,” Malakai said.
“Well, it’s not like I’ve had many opportunities for practical experience.”
“Well, it’s not like I have either, but I still managed to figure it out.”
They stared at each other for a few moments.
Malakai cleared his throat. “C’mere,” he said, trying to keep his voice from cracking, because that wouldn’t really be sexy. Shea hesitantly walked over and stood in front of him, his face flushed. Malakai had to swallow before he could calm down enough to lean over and press his lips against Shea’s. “There. How was that?”
“Pathetic,” Shea informed him. “Dominic is probably a better kisser than you.”
“Hey!” Malakai growled. “That’s my kid brother you’re talking about. Anyway, I wasn’t trying. I didn’t want to scare the shit out of you.”
“Then try again.”
“Okay.” Malakai leaned over, slower this time, and kissed his friend on the mouth. Shea was still for a moment, and then his eyes drifted closed. After a long moment, they separated. “Better?”
“Yeah.” Shea was out of breath. “Much better. Let’s try it again.”
Malakai was happy to oblige.
Fic #7: Swap Meet
Request: Fallen Into Grace, prompt: post!TFWC gender-swap fic
Requested by: liberty_witch
Length: 592
Rating: R
Notes: After some detailed thought, I decided that this fic would be better served as a series of four shorts, rather than one lengthier fic. This way I could focus on more characters. Also, this may be the funniest fic I've written all year.
I.
Zachariah had lived for a very long time, and a lot of strange things had happened to him over the years. So he took it better than some of the others when he woke up one chilly winter morning with breasts and a vagina.
“That’s weird,” was his understated response, his brow furrowing slightly. He wondered if this was somebody Upstairs’ idea of a joke. Then he noticed that he was alone in the bed, and his frown deepened. What if it hadn’t just been him? God alone knew how Benjamin would react to such a deep and profound change.
Zachariah tossed the blankets aside and grabbed his robe, which was now too big in the shoulders but tight across the chest. He cleared his throat and tied it closed as best he could, then went in search of his lover.
Benjamin was, fortunately, not in a state of agitation or upset over the sudden accoutrements he had gained (and he had, definitely, gained them). He looked up from his book as Zachariah walked in, glad for once that the younger angel was naked, so he could immediately assess the situation.
Benjamin’s eyes went wide.
“Whoa,” he said, “yours are huge.”
II.
“Is he still sulking?” Rylee asked.
Aiden pushed a hand through his hair. “Well, you did laugh at him for a full ten minutes, so I’m going to go out on a limb and say, yeah. He’s still sulking.”
“It wasn’t that long,” Rylee protested.
“I timed it,” Aiden snarled. “And Mika is still laughing. You’d better get him to shut up before Nikolaos removes something he finds valuable, whether he’s got a dick and is part of this travesty or not.”
“He’s kind of got a point.” Ian was still blushing, trying desperately not to look at his mother, who was trying to get him to go shopping so she could buy him a cute little dress. “I mean, Dad hates women. You can’t expect him to take well to being suddenly turned into one. And as for you, you could help instead of just laughing at us.”
Rylee bit his lip. Hard. Hard enough for it to bleed. It didn’t help, and he started laughing again.
“I hate you,” Ian said.
III.
“Whhhhooooooaaaa,” Dominic said, staring.
Jade grinned. “You wanna - ”
“Absolutely.”
IV.
“Oh, yeah, I guess it happened to me, too,” Kiran said, though he didn’t sound particularly interested. “I guess I hadn’t really thought about it.”
“How can you just not think about suddenly having boobs?” Aiden asked. He had decided to call around and check on the others when it became clear that his own house was going to erupt into warfare at any moment.
“I just didn’t think about it,” Kiran replied.
Aiden hesitated. “Well, what about Shea?”
“I haven’t seen him all morning.”
There was a long pause.
Kiran cleared his throat. “I’ll, uh, go check on him,” he said, and set the phone down. He walked over to Shea’s bedroom and knocked on the door. “Shea?” he called out, when there was no response.
“I’m busy,” Shea called back. “Come back later.”
Kiran went and picked up the phone. “He’s busy,” he reported to Aiden.
“Well, at least somebody’s getting something out of this,” Aiden said, and hung up. Kiran went back to his book and forgot all about it until Shea emerged several hours later.
He grabbed a soda from the fridge, asked rhetorically, “Why do women put up with us?” and disappeared back into his room without another word.