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voiceoverdue) wrote2014-01-25 06:16 pm
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Room 216, Saturday evening
Cecil wasn't actually hiding. He even had the door open! But he hadn't really had any plans tonight, except for calling ♥Carlos♥, which was not going to happen now. And he wasn't really inclined to make any new ones when he wasn't even really sure how to move in this body.
So he was in his room, curled up with Foucault (he still couldn't tell if his/her gender had changed or not), and reading a book. He didn't even care if it was municipally approved, so there! He was in an awkward mood.
So he was in his room, curled up with Foucault (he still couldn't tell if his/her gender had changed or not), and reading a book. He didn't even care if it was municipally approved, so there! He was in an awkward mood.
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He tried to settle the bra on without getting hopelessly tangled.
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She actually couldn't entirely understand his objections. Sure, she'd always identified as a girl, but she'd also always been able to change into anything else she might think of, so her gender was a less important part of her identity that for someone whose biology was more fixed.
"Think of it as an experiment. You'll have lots of new observations to give Carlos about the affects of involuntary gender conversion." Or something equally sciencey sounding.
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"I'm not telling Carlos!" he protested. He fidgeted a little. "He already doesn't want me because of the whole teenage thing." He sighed and gave up on the bra. "And yes, please."
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Easy to say, when your outside could change in the blink of an eye.
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She was much better at offering that sort of advice than taking it herself.
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