Room 518 [Thursday Morning]
Gavin had been in Fandom a long time. He thought he'd seen and done just about everything. He didn't think anything could phase him again.
He was wrong.
He woke up slowly, not aware of the changes (and these were not the changes every boy was taught to go through) just yet. It took a few stretches, a few rubs of his eyes before he realized that there was longer hair itching his neck and he was a lot shorter than he remembered. His feet didn't even stick out from under the blankets.
"What?" He blinked and peered down at himself. There were...things that weren't supposed to be there on his chest and that voice was a lot softer and higher than he remembered. "Oh my kriffing what?"
He rubbed a hand over his face to see if that would help. He pinched himself. He smacked himself. Nothing worked.
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my kriffing what the hell?" Gavin stuttered. "Kriffing island!"
[Establishy but open. All that jazz.]
He was wrong.
He woke up slowly, not aware of the changes (and these were not the changes every boy was taught to go through) just yet. It took a few stretches, a few rubs of his eyes before he realized that there was longer hair itching his neck and he was a lot shorter than he remembered. His feet didn't even stick out from under the blankets.
"What?" He blinked and peered down at himself. There were...things that weren't supposed to be there on his chest and that voice was a lot softer and higher than he remembered. "Oh my kriffing what?"
He rubbed a hand over his face to see if that would help. He pinched himself. He smacked himself. Nothing worked.
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my kriffing what the hell?" Gavin stuttered. "Kriffing island!"
[Establishy but open. All that jazz.]