room 216 ; saturday morning

[necroslacker]

Yeah, so Sam had woken up with girl parts. Fortunately, he wasn't gonna have a screaming fit of surprise. Unfortunately, he was also contemplating just sleeping this weirdness away so he didn't have to deal with anything that might be coming at him from certain parties. Of course, this plan was hindered by the fact that he didn't really sleep at all in the first place and meant he was more just acting like a lazy ass instead of sleeping.

This body was weird. It was smaller and softer and there were...things that he was used to touching, not having. He was curious about what his back looked like, if he'd kept those scars or not but he wasn't so curious as to try and look.

Nope. Sam was in bed, swimming in his clothes and trying to keep his longer hair out of his eyes. This island had a crappy sense of humor sometimes. He didn't want to be a girl, he didn't know how to be a girl.

And now he was a girl. Sigh.

[Door's closed but the post is open, definitely! I totally didn't forget this at first!]

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[necroslacker]

"Did you have some plans or something?" Sam asked, letting her take his hand though he didn't know what to do with this. It was a combination of unfamiliar to him body parts and not knowing if it'd be too weird if he held her hand.

[whenshewasnice]

"No." Her touch was lighter than usual, more tentative. Still, she gave his hand a little squeeze. "We were talking about how it's not always a good idea to make weekend plans here because... well, things happen."

[necroslacker]

"Yeah, I guess," he said, shrugging and watching her hand around his. "It's not a big deal, there'll be other weekends and this'll go away."

[whenshewasnice]

"I know." It was one of the few things she was sure of at the moment, even. She shrugged, lightly. "And I didn't even make any plans."

[necroslacker]

"Well, guess nothing was ruined by the transformations then," Sam said unless he was missing something she wasn't saying which was possible.

[whenshewasnice]

"No," Natalie agreed. If only because 'hanging out with the boyfriend with possible makeouts and cuddling' had never been an actual plan. Not that she was sure that was entirely out of the question even now, but things were weird. "Nothing ruined."

[necroslacker]

"And yet, you don't seem okay," Sam pointed out, glancing at her. "What's the matter?"

[whenshewasnice]

"Nothing," she claimed, though not particularly vehemently. "This is just weird. I would like for it not to be."

[necroslacker]

"It's gonna be weird until I change back," he sighed, closing his eyes to avoid seeing any expression she might make about this. "Sorry. Wish there was more I could do."

[whenshewasnice]

"Mm," Natalie said, and fell silent for a while The urge to flop down next to him and just pretend she could hide from everything was strangely strong when you considered where the anxiety she was trying to keep at bay was coming from.

When had she started relying on boyfriend comfort, she wondered?

[necroslacker]

Yep, this was just nice and weird. He could feel the anxiety and he could read it which didn't very much help.

He squeezed his eyes shut and was just happy she wasn't scared of him.

[whenshewasnice]

For the moment, the flopping down urge won out. She let go of his hand and lay herself down next to him with a sigh.

She knew this was a risk. She knew she wanted a hug or something, and she knew she was going to fail to ask for that, and she knew there was more than a small chance that he wasn't going to dare to touch her like that when she was like this.

But she didn't want to just get up and leave.

[necroslacker]

"Natalie, what's the matter?" Sam asked her after a moment. There was still anxiety rolling off of her and he had no idea why she was getting like that right now.

"Is this that bad for you?" he added.

[whenshewasnice]

"No," she said. And then amended it to, "I don't know."

Truth was, she was probably pushing herself too hard to be okay with something that she could've been fine with if she'd just given herself a little time.

[necroslacker]

"Well, you know, let me know you figure that out," Sam said, sounding a touch cranky about the fact that she was sticking around if he was upsetting her. It wasn't like she didn't know he could tell.

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie pushed herself back up to sitting. Well, she'd taken that risk and it had backfired. "Nice response to honesty," she said, calmly.

[necroslacker]

"Seriously?" Sam asked, raising an eyebrow. "I can feel the anxiety coming from you like a freaking perfume, Natalie. I've asked what's the matter, I've asked again, I've apologized and I don't know what else you want from me. I can tell you're uncomfortable and it's about me and it's hard to deal with."

[whenshewasnice]

"Just wanted my boyfriend," she said, as calmly as she could. Twisting her lips. "Just wanted the... comfort. Or something."

But he could only read her emotions and not her mind.

It was one of those weird moments where she kind of wished she was the kind of person who cried more easily. She was just going to settle for a tension headache.

[necroslacker]

"I can't read your mind," Sam pointed out, shaking his head. "I don't know what you want because you make it impossible to read you sometimes and right now, it's even harder because you're trying to cover things up. I can read your anxiety and that's what I'm getting from you. You're telling me you want me but all I can feel from you is discomfort."

[whenshewasnice]

"So you'd rather trust that than my words?" Not that that was always the wrong course of action... "You could try making some of it go away."

[necroslacker]

"You just now gave me your words," Sam reminded her quietly. "All I had before were your emotions so what else was I gonna trust?"

And a part of him was still worried that he'd start feeling discomfort, anxiety and unhappiness if got close to her. But, he was still holding her hand at least so he brought it closer to his lips and kissed the top of it.

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie sighed when he did that, and tried to make some of the tension fade from her shoulders. His lips may have felt a little different, even on the back of her hand, but it was still a touch.

It was still what she felt like she needed.

[necroslacker]

"Seriously, what's wrong?" Sam asked, softer this time. "You've like gone completely downhill since you got here."

[whenshewasnice]

"I don't know," Natalie replied, quietly. "I think I should be fine. I was fine when I was in the common room."

Thinking she should be fine was probably the problem.

[necroslacker]

"So, it's something with me," Sam said and he didn't sound upset. He might have felt a little sad but he didn't show it.