[Veronica]
It's taken the better part of the morning, but Mathias is showered and dressed, his hair brushed and tied back in a ponytail that feels strange when it brushes against his back as he walks. None of his clothes fit, so he's found a shirt of Stacy's to wear, a tank top that only serves to remind him that he officially has breasts. At first he'd tried to wear a pair of her shorts as well, but Stacy likes her clothes a little shorter than Mathias is comfortable with and when paired with the fact that he's still nearly a foot taller than she is, he'd decided against borrowing too much from her. The box in the basement had given him a pair of jeans and he's tugged them on, even if it feels strange how tight they are through the hips and thighs.
As he walks, he stops to shuffle now and then, trying to adjust to his new body. It's uncomfortable and he's a little nervous to begin with, not sure what he's going to say to Veronica once he reaches her place. He knows he has to explain about Stacy, but this feels like a ridiculous time to say anything at all. Still, he doesn't want her to get the wrong idea if she finds out about it in another way.
"Veronica?" he calls when he nears her hut, clearing his throat awkwardly. His accent is still present, but his voice is lighter and softer. Smoothing his hands down the front of the tank top, pulling it into place, he reaches the door and knocks lightly. Maybe she isn't home. Maybe if he runs now, he still has time to escape.
But Mathias just stands there and waits, expressionless and yet very nervous.
As he walks, he stops to shuffle now and then, trying to adjust to his new body. It's uncomfortable and he's a little nervous to begin with, not sure what he's going to say to Veronica once he reaches her place. He knows he has to explain about Stacy, but this feels like a ridiculous time to say anything at all. Still, he doesn't want her to get the wrong idea if she finds out about it in another way.
"Veronica?" he calls when he nears her hut, clearing his throat awkwardly. His accent is still present, but his voice is lighter and softer. Smoothing his hands down the front of the tank top, pulling it into place, he reaches the door and knocks lightly. Maybe she isn't home. Maybe if he runs now, he still has time to escape.
But Mathias just stands there and waits, expressionless and yet very nervous.