Room 403; Saturday Morning (really!) - [ 05/19 ].
It was inevitable. She knew something like this would happen eventually, but, somehow, Fawn thought perhaps it was all just going to skip over her and she could continue thinking that this Freak School didn't get any freakier than little teachers, hermaphrodite students, time travel and probably aliens.
But today that dream came to a tragic end, shattered on the floor in a million pieces as if trampled by the very hooves she found herself with today. Fawn was not sure how to handle this. Fawn was not sure she could handle this, and she decided the only thing she could do was curl up under her blankets, try not to cry, and just wait for it all to pass over.
At least it appeared that her equine state, while naked, was also notably sexless. She wondered if that's where that stupid horn on her head came in.
She wasn't going to cry. She wasn't going to cry. She wasn't--
Dammit. Fawn started to cry.
[[ door is closed because I can't think of a good reason why it would be open, but the post is totally open! ]]
But today that dream came to a tragic end, shattered on the floor in a million pieces as if trampled by the very hooves she found herself with today. Fawn was not sure how to handle this. Fawn was not sure she could handle this, and she decided the only thing she could do was curl up under her blankets, try not to cry, and just wait for it all to pass over.
At least it appeared that her equine state, while naked, was also notably sexless. She wondered if that's where that stupid horn on her head came in.
She wasn't going to cry. She wasn't going to cry. She wasn't--
Dammit. Fawn started to cry.
[[ door is closed because I can't think of a good reason why it would be open, but the post is totally open! ]]