Claudia had pieces of a Roomba, an old alarm clock, three digital recorders, and a vintage sewing machine spread out on the floor of her side of the room
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And so it came to be that a blind red-headed girl wearing a mismatched outfit of a sweater, sweatpants, an oversized t-shirt and socks came a-knocking on Claudia's door. With a pitiful look on her face.
"Claudia?" she called out as tapped her cane on the floor. "You there?"
Claudia didn't recognize that voice at all -- but had been here long enough to know that that didn't mean anything. She hopped up, dodging around the larger metal bits of sewing machine on the floor, and opened the door.
". . . You're not going to claim I'm your mother, are you?"
Claudia relaxed with a smile and pushed the door the rest of the way open. "Oh, is that all. Come on in." She looked at all the stuff on the floor and winced. "Uh, gimme a sec. There's . . . stuff."
"Claiming to be my mother? Hasn't happened yet." Claudia slid some of the bits and bobs aside with her shoe. "I did have a kid show up and say he was mine, though. Apparently it happens every year. The genderswap thing happens every now and then, too. It's weird, but it doesn't usually last longer than a couple of days."
Matt let out a sigh of relief. "Good to know. Was not looking forward to that conversation with my Dad. Listen, I hate to ask but is there someway I could borrow some clothes? I feel like I'm dressed up like a clown."
"You mean you want in my pants?" Claudia asked. Then immediately groaned. "Please forget I ever said that. You can totally borrow something." She headed over to her closet to sort through it. "And yeah. Well, mine was just the one, but there were kids showing up for practically everybody."
"We could always go for coffee sometime," Claudia proposed. "You don't even have to change back first." She pulled a couple shirts out that she thought might fit his girl body. "Here's some purple ones. I have a lot of purple. Or turquoise." Not that he probably cared about the color. "They're bright, but I promise they won't make you look like a clown."
"I'm quite okay with purple," Matt said agreeably. "And also coffee. Or dinner if you're up for it. Throw in a pair of pants and you might get a movie.
She cracked another grin.
"Though you'd have to tell me everything going on screen so that might suck for you."
"Only when the other people in the theater start throwing popcorn at me for talking." Claudia handed over the shirts. "I can do pants, but a skirt might be easier. You're a little shorter than I am, like this."
"That's the spirit!" Claudia grinned, pulling out a nice, simple gray a-line skirt. "Don't worry, long hems are in, right now. You won't have to show off too much leg."
Not that she thought Matt's legs weren't show-off worthy.
Not that she'd thought that much about Matt's legs.
"Claudia?" she called out as tapped her cane on the floor. "You there?"
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". . . You're not going to claim I'm your mother, are you?"
What? You could never tell on this island.
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"And might need some help."
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"Wait. Did you say kids?"
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"Kids showing up. Okay. Different," Matt said with a shrug. "Since I woke up with breasts and lacking other parts I'm in not state to question that."
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"This one time," she offered, "I turned into a purple pony. This place really changes your whole concept of 'weird'."
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Then he sighed. "I really do appreciate you helping me out with the clothes. When I get back to normal I'll find a way to pay you back."
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She cracked another grin.
"Though you'd have to tell me everything going on screen so that might suck for you."
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Not that she thought Matt's legs weren't show-off worthy.
Not that she'd thought that much about Matt's legs.
Er.
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