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I was already having suicidal thoughts, but now...
Fawcett saw me. Fawcett. Saw me. As a girl.
Stupid bodily functions. I should have stayed in bed and wait for my bladder to explode. It might have been a painful and humiliating death, but it would be better than having my girlfriend see me like this.
Well, it could have been worse, right? I could have been naked, or wrapped in a blanket. Thank Merlin I'm still the same height so I was still in my uniform. Well, almost, since I had to charm my shirt in order to button it. Why do I take after the Bettencourt women when it comes to chest size? Almost every Stebbins female is nearly flat-chested. I wish I'd have taken after them on that aspect, but noo! The Stebbins side only contributed for personality traits. The looks had to be 100% Bett... WHAT AM I TALKING ABOUT? FOCUS, YOU IDIOT!
Yeah, it could have been worse, though right now I have no idea how. Fawcett will never be able to look me in the face. She probably won't even want to talk to me ever again, and the mere thought is killing me. I just want to go back to normal, hold her and never let her go. And I want to forget I had to pee through a urinary system that is not mine. Well, it's mine, but it isn't.
And I want to forget I ever wrote those last two sentences. [/Private]
I need a hug.