Room 405, Sunday
After waking up as a girl yesterday, Joker had spent most of the day in his room.
...Minds out of the gutter, people. (Although, yes, that was part of it.)
After Friday's Coping with Change class, he'd gotten to thinking that his problem of not having a computer to play decent games on might be something he could fix, after all. Some searching on the extranet quickly showed him how to play games on your home computer remotely using your omnitool. He didn't want to use his dad's computer, but there were a bunch in his old high school's AV room that never got used. There was an annoying amount of lag in the setup -- although that might just have been because of whatever witchery it took to connect Fandom to his universe -- but he'd missed it.
It also meant he didn't have to think the fact that he'd woken up with girl parts, or any of the rest of Fandom weirdness, or how his dad moving to the middle of nowhere had almost ruined his life, or anything else he was worried about.
And so he'd spent yesterday propped up on his bed, with a stash of drinks and snacks on his end table and a glowing simulated cockpit floating in the air around him. By the time he quit, new user LagLag%SoMuchLag was on the day's Top 10 leaderboard. It was... different... playing the game as a girl, too. The verbal abuse seemed a lot less good-natured and more personal, and by the end of the day he'd gotten dozens of marriage proposals and an unbelievable number of pictures of peoples' dicks. Some of them were even from people he knew.
Today, Joker was going to get out and about and... nah, let's be honest, there was more of the same, at least in the morning. Snacks - videogames - bed. Check. He left the door open this time, though, so the unladylike swearing and gloating carried down the hall.
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