the weather is changing and breaking my stride
Veronica woke to the sound of distant shouts. Turning, eyes still closed, she pulled the blanket closer. There was no reason whatsoever to get up yet. Until, that is, she heard the sleepy, distinctly male voice murmur "Mmm." It was, she thought distantly, the kind of noise she made when she didn't want to get up but her body was making her anyway, but the decided maleness was disconcerting. She knew there weren't any guys in the room.
"Unless," she said, horrified, as she sat up slowly and looked down at herself, "you count me." Cautiously, she ran her hands over this new body, testing that what she saw was really there. "Oh God. Oh God." No wonder everyone was screaming. It was all she could do not to herself as she registered the sudden tightness of what little clothing she'd worn to bed, a mix of fury and panic playing across her face. Quick, Mars. Think. Think of something!
Thinking was suddenly more than a little hard. She stood suddenly, desperate for something to wear, something that actually fit and - God, I never thought I'd miss my boobs. . . . I never thought I had enough to miss. And why did she have to be such a petite girl? Nothing was going to fit her. Oh God. Giving into temptation, she let out a cry of frustration, but even that was weird because she sounded like a guy, but no way was she just going to sit here in silence, oh God...
A moment later, she wandered down the hall to the laundry room, wrapped snugly in her blanket, and retrieved some clothes that fit. Jeans, t-shirt, jacket - being a man was no excuse for not having taste. I have to find a mirror and see what I look like. Even if she wasn't sure she wanted to know.
. . . Because knowing made things even weirder. "Holy crap. I'm Paul Bettany." Is it wrong if my second thought is, I'm totally hot? Even if I have to make do with being the American edition. Still less than pleased with adjustments, she reminded herself of the last island mishap. Maybe if I just make it through the weekend...? Well, misery loved company. It was time to see who else was suffering.
[OOC: Boy!Veronica is headed in the general direction of the rec room. Open to all.]
[Summary: Veronica is less than thrilled to wake up and find that she's now a he. Apparently you can only go so long on this island without getting screwed over like everyone else. He runs into Chase, who is on the hunt for Jay but pauses long enough to note that Veronica's new body is much taller than her usual "chocolate egg" size. He talks to a newly-female Jim about bra sizes, colors with an overly cheerful girl!Archie, and is taunted by Rickon and Shaggy - but we love them anyway.]