Will turns in his sleep as the sun starts to penetrate the walls of his shelter, illuminating the room in shadowed stripes. He snuggles against Bran's back, absently tugging a bit of hair out of his mouth. Still more asleep than awake, his brow furrows; something feels just a bit off, a degree or two south of normal, or something. He just hasn't
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...Waaaaaaait a second. Bran pushes himself up on his elbow and peers down at Will.
At least, he's really quite certain it was Will when he went to sleep last night.
He doesn't remember being drunk, or on any psychoactive drugs.
He cannot think of any logical reason why he would wake up, mostly naked, with River Tam.
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He sits up slowly, looking down at his new breasts with a soft whimper. "Bloody hell," he--well, she--whispers, then scrabbles for his discarded pyjama top, clutching it to her chest as she looks at Bran, distressed.
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"...River?"
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"It's me, Bran." She sniffles, lip trembling. "Oh god, I'm a girl."
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