Lake Catherine, Maine: Thursday morning
Parker rolled over, awakening slowly.
Wrong! Wrong wrong wrong wrong oh god what? What the--?
After five minutes of freaking out, she got up and stared at herself in the mirror. Flexed a muscle. Checked her height. Six-two, six-three, maybe?
Then grinned.
"Still hot, at least. I'd date me." Then she glared at the mirror. "You couldn't have shown up yesterday instead of today?"
Fifteen minutes later she was down in the kitchen, nervously fiddling with the bottle of milk she'd bought the evening before. This conversation was going to be ... awkward.
"Can I help you?" Ben asked, looking a little surprised to see a stranger in his kitchen. A couple of the other guests were eating breakfast in the dining room. Parker was only glad she'd managed to scavenge the right size of jeans from Ben's bedroom. "Do you need to check in, young man?"
"Ben, it's me. Parker."
Ben stared at Parker for a minute, then shook his head. "That's not--"
In a very low voice, Parker said, "My mother came up here every spring, the first time I was here was two and a half years ago, last year when I was here I was worried about my friend Jack." She rubbed her face, grimacing at the feeling of stubble on her jawline. "And the school I went to? Kind of weird. This is a souvenir."
Gaping, Ben sat down on a barstool and stared at Parker, one hand wandering out to pat Parker's arm, then cover his mouth. "Well. Well! That's...."
"Yeah." Parker released a slow, quiet breath. "Would it be really, really weird if I asked you to go into town and buy some clothes for me? I don't want to leave the house in borrowed jeans." She winced. "Sorry."
"No, that's fine, fine," Ben said absently. "How long--?"
"A day. Maybe two, at most." Parker flexed her fingers, gritting her teeth. Even her damn molars felt bigger. "At least, I hope so. If it's longer? I may have to hurt someone."
"Now, now, let's just get through today, Parker." Ben's mouth quirked into an unwilling smile. "Well. Now I know--" He cut himself off, and just stared at her a moment. "Do you look like your brother, like this?"
"No," Parker said, as carefully as she could. "He's... shorter, for starters."
"Ah." Ben shook his head, then slapped his palms on his thighs. "Right. Shopping! You're not -- you're not in any pain, are you?" he asked, concerned.
"I'm fine, Ben." Parker grinned at him. "Don't get me started about what I think about this body, though. Jesus. I knew I liked streamlining instead of power steering. This is like driving a freaking monster truck."
Ben whooped, then got to his feet, shaking with laughter. "All right then. You just fix yourself some breakfast, honey. I mean-- Parker." He rubbed a hand over his face as he headed for the door. "Lord help us."
Chuckling, Parker helped herself to an apple, narrowed her eyes as she polished it, then went out to eat it on the porch.
[ooc: very open to anyone who wants to talk to BoyParker on the phone.]
Wrong! Wrong wrong wrong wrong oh god what? What the--?
After five minutes of freaking out, she got up and stared at herself in the mirror. Flexed a muscle. Checked her height. Six-two, six-three, maybe?
Then grinned.
"Still hot, at least. I'd date me." Then she glared at the mirror. "You couldn't have shown up yesterday instead of today?"
Fifteen minutes later she was down in the kitchen, nervously fiddling with the bottle of milk she'd bought the evening before. This conversation was going to be ... awkward.
"Can I help you?" Ben asked, looking a little surprised to see a stranger in his kitchen. A couple of the other guests were eating breakfast in the dining room. Parker was only glad she'd managed to scavenge the right size of jeans from Ben's bedroom. "Do you need to check in, young man?"
"Ben, it's me. Parker."
Ben stared at Parker for a minute, then shook his head. "That's not--"
In a very low voice, Parker said, "My mother came up here every spring, the first time I was here was two and a half years ago, last year when I was here I was worried about my friend Jack." She rubbed her face, grimacing at the feeling of stubble on her jawline. "And the school I went to? Kind of weird. This is a souvenir."
Gaping, Ben sat down on a barstool and stared at Parker, one hand wandering out to pat Parker's arm, then cover his mouth. "Well. Well! That's...."
"Yeah." Parker released a slow, quiet breath. "Would it be really, really weird if I asked you to go into town and buy some clothes for me? I don't want to leave the house in borrowed jeans." She winced. "Sorry."
"No, that's fine, fine," Ben said absently. "How long--?"
"A day. Maybe two, at most." Parker flexed her fingers, gritting her teeth. Even her damn molars felt bigger. "At least, I hope so. If it's longer? I may have to hurt someone."
"Now, now, let's just get through today, Parker." Ben's mouth quirked into an unwilling smile. "Well. Now I know--" He cut himself off, and just stared at her a moment. "Do you look like your brother, like this?"
"No," Parker said, as carefully as she could. "He's... shorter, for starters."
"Ah." Ben shook his head, then slapped his palms on his thighs. "Right. Shopping! You're not -- you're not in any pain, are you?" he asked, concerned.
"I'm fine, Ben." Parker grinned at him. "Don't get me started about what I think about this body, though. Jesus. I knew I liked streamlining instead of power steering. This is like driving a freaking monster truck."
Ben whooped, then got to his feet, shaking with laughter. "All right then. You just fix yourself some breakfast, honey. I mean-- Parker." He rubbed a hand over his face as he headed for the door. "Lord help us."
Chuckling, Parker helped herself to an apple, narrowed her eyes as she polished it, then went out to eat it on the porch.
[ooc: very open to anyone who wants to talk to BoyParker on the phone.]