Room 422, Thursday Morning

[notthehulk]

When Teddy woke up today, the last thing he had wanted to think about was why he was suddenly smaller than last night. And lacking certain things.

And why he had some cushioning on his ches---

"CHAD! It happened again," Teddy grumped, flopping back on the bed.

[[For the *snerk* girlfriend. Posted early for SP!]]

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[senor_chado]

Chad let out a long groan. Surprisingly, there wasn't anything particularly feminine about it.

Then again, Chad, in his natural female state (well, more natural, or...something), was never really very feminine. It wasn't conscious, for the most part, but would you want to get up out of bed if you looked like Chad did as a girl?

...Didn't think so.

[notthehulk]

Teddy patted him--her on the shoulder. "My hair is longer this time..."

[senor_chado]

Another groan at the pat on the back, and Chad nuzzled his--her face into his--her pillow. "What are you talking about, Te--"

But then he realized Teddy didn't sound much like Teddy usually sounded, and he cracked open an eye.

That...

...was not Teddy. Not Teddy as he would normally ever have himself appear to be if he could help it. Chad groaned again and, to double check his theory, reached for his chest.

Yup. They were girls again.

"...I'm ugly this time around too, aren't I?"

[notthehulk]

Teddy made a face, trying to be nice about this. "You're very-- masculine."