necroslacker | room 216 ; saturday morning

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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"You seen anyone else you know looking different?" Sam asked as he took the cereal to get some. "Besides Topher, that is."

"My roommate, Jace. And... most of the people from the common room earlier, actually," Toby noted. "Dunno why everyone seemed to gravitate towards each other."

"Misery loves company?" Sam suggested with a shrug. "Or mutual companionship in trying to figure things out."

"Probably a little of both," Toby agreed. Hence why he'd sought Sam out, actually.

"Guess it's a good thing I'm not miserable," Sam decided, shrugging. "A little weirded out, sure, but what else is new? I've had worse things than this happen and as long as it goes away, I'll be fine."

"It's kind of interesting," Toby admitted. "If I were a science nerd I'd be planning all sorts of experiments on myself right now."

"I'm too lazy for that," Sam decided, shaking his head. "I'll just deal with it and let it pass and go on about life, I guess."

"You could make the argument that it's not laziness, it's zen or whatever," Toby pointed out thoughtfully.

"Yeah, but don't you have to be all mythical and deep to be zen?" Sam wondered.

"Good point," Toby admitted. "And you're about as deep as a wading pool, so I guess that's out," he ribbed.

"Ouch," Sam said, putting a hand to his...differently shaped chest. He took a moment to pause at that. "I could cry right now. And they'd be girl tears too."

"So sensitive," Toby tsked.

"You take that back," Sam said and then added, "before I spread rumors about you kissing someone else's boyfriend."

Take that, Toby.

"You would not!"

"I so would!" Sam exclaimed. "I'm that kind of girl apparently!"

"Really, I would've figured you for a hairpuller instead," Toby replied.

"And I bet you'd scratch people's eyes out with your nails," Sam retorted easily.

"...Ugh," Toby shuddered, because there was a mental image he didn't need. "No way, man. It'd get my nails all grody."

"Yeah, you're totally girlier than me since you're thinking about your nails," Sam said, shaking his head. "Girly Toby!"

"So you're saying you'd be fine with eyeball-juice, then?" Toby asked curiously.

"No but I wouldn't be worried about my nails," Sam replied, making a face. "I'd just be grossed out."

"I like being clean," Toby countered. "Nothing wrong with that."

"You that concerned with your nails when you're a guy?" Sam wondered curiously.

"I'm still a guy," he pointed out. "I just look like a girl at the moment. But yes, even when I look like my usual self, I do not like eyeballs being stuck under my fingernails."

That wasn't exactly the question, Toby.