They were still sleeping in the same bed. Head to foot, mind you, but still...one bed and two people. It was cramped and narrow, but they had managed to perfect being close but not too close
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Ow. Not fair. I grunt and kick back at the thoroughly unjustified shove, kind of awake, but still more than kind of not. It's too early for a Saturday. It's way before noon. Probably.
Wait. Something's up. I know this as I shove back, because the person I kick is too soft, a lot softer than Cal normally is and when I scratch my leg and it it to be a lot hairy than normal I stop, freeze midaction and slowly open my eyes.
"Holy moses," I mutter, and yep, all the weird flipping out commences as the voice coming out of my mouth is a lot deeper. Oh man.
The kick certainly was justified and, anyway, Calvin still couldn't lift her head without pain shooting up her scalp. Hair. There was something very off about that.
"Wha's the matter?" Eyes still closed, she reached up and tugged at the hair still trapped under Meg's leg. And shrieked (shrieked??) as the pull overbalanced her, sending her tumbling out of the bed.
Her eyes flew open as she hit the dusty floor, arms flailing. Long, pale, girl arms.
What the freaking hell is going on now? It's something weird really weird. Like weird beyond weird beyond weird. I can't help, but after compulsively putting my hands on my chest and finding myself suddenly lacking in boobs, which y'know makes sense and adds the weird and confirms everything as yep, I'm a boy. What the freaking hell.
And to make things, well, yeah, interesting I'm staring at the girl who must be Cal as she just fell out of bed, and unable to help myself words just fall out my mouth. "Nice rack."
She hadn't worn a shirt to bed. Because there was laundry to do, and it had been dark, and anyway BOY so it didn't really matter.
Except now there were tits which, really, were soft and moved entirely of their own volition which was completely unacceptable And Meg, of course it was, Meg was looking at her, at the tits.
Calvin had never been so embarrassed or flushed so pink. She curled her arms around her chest, trying to drown in her hair. "...thanks."
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Wait. Something's up. I know this as I shove back, because the person I kick is too soft, a lot softer than Cal normally is and when I scratch my leg and it it to be a lot hairy than normal I stop, freeze midaction and slowly open my eyes.
"Holy moses," I mutter, and yep, all the weird flipping out commences as the voice coming out of my mouth is a lot deeper. Oh man.
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"Wha's the matter?" Eyes still closed, she reached up and tugged at the hair still trapped under Meg's leg. And shrieked (shrieked??) as the pull overbalanced her, sending her tumbling out of the bed.
Her eyes flew open as she hit the dusty floor, arms flailing. Long, pale, girl arms.
Calvin shrieked again for good measure.
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What the freaking hell is going on now? It's something weird really weird. Like weird beyond weird beyond weird. I can't help, but after compulsively putting my hands on my chest and finding myself suddenly lacking in boobs, which y'know makes sense and adds the weird and confirms everything as yep, I'm a boy. What the freaking hell.
And to make things, well, yeah, interesting I'm staring at the girl who must be Cal as she just fell out of bed, and unable to help myself words just fall out my mouth. "Nice rack."
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Except now there were tits which, really, were soft and moved entirely of their own volition which was completely unacceptable And Meg, of course it was, Meg was looking at her, at the tits.
Calvin had never been so embarrassed or flushed so pink. She curled her arms around her chest, trying to drown in her hair. "...thanks."
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