July 7th, 2009, 4:15am AKDT.
I rolled out of bed and crumpled in a tangle of aching limbs and contusions against my computer desk. While I dearly love being back in the house I grew up in, the bedroom is a lot smaller now that I've graduated from a single to a queen. Muttering and cursing, I folded my bed back into it's couch mode one-handed, trying to massage some of the soreness out of the breast I had squished against my desk on the way off the bed. The soreness quickly faded, and bra and panties swiftly joined skirt, school uniform tie and shirt, and tights in a pile on the bathroom floor as I hopped into the shower.
I was fumbling around looking for my razor when I realized something was amiss. I lifted a leg onto the tub side and stared blearily at it. I knew that the invisible pale blonde stubble there wouldn't really be visible, but it would be hell on comfort in my tights if I left it there during classes today. With a sigh, I angled my leg out of the shower's blast, and foamed up with some shaving goop. Extending a single claw, I gently shaved my leg, grumbling every time I knicked myself in the awkward maneuver.
After the shower, a good toweling and some cocoa butter mosturizer, and I was good to go. The 'gamin mop' hairstyle wasn't the best cut I'd ever had, but it was certainly low maintenance! I pegged a towel around me, and grabbed up a hairbrush and my dirty clothes. Something was still amiss, and I couldn't quite put a finger on it. I yarded the bundle of dirty clothes into the bin, and rummaged around in the dresser for something clean. I couldn't find any uniform shirts, I only had two black ties, there were no skirts at all, and all I could find for underwear was boxers...
I blanched as it finally came clear what was wrong. Back into the bathroom I went, fast enough for the towel to be in danger, and stared at myself in the mirror.
I was a chick. Yesterday I was.. not. For some reason, I was cool with this.
Not terribly cool with missing work, mind you, but I could get around that. This gender thing, on the other hand..
With a shrug, I returned to my bedroom and snagged out a set of undies I remembered as 'too small'. This body was quite a bit more slender than my normal. The different hip configuration, at least, meant that a men's size large wouldn't be taking a vacation to ankle-land. Slacks followed the boxers, and a black leather belt got an extra hole added with a claw. The bra was clean enough to make it through the day, though it wrinkled my nose with distaste to do so. The silky blue dress shirt worked nicely, bringing out my eyes and hair, and I was quite pleased with the figure I cut as I brushed out my hair in the mirror.
Once I was put together for the day, dealing with work came next. I wasn't quite sure what was going on, and there was a tiny panicked screaming the the back of my head that wouldn't go away, but losing my job would only make the situation worse. I switched the power bar on for compy, reached behind the amplifier and switched its power bar on, and punched the button on compy's face. Grabbing my vest off of the coatrack, I headed outside. My first smoke of the day settled me and cleared my head a little, and I took a moment to poke at the new additions to my person. I didn't have 'that much' in the breast department, and thankfully, my libido didn't appear to be terribly active. Chuckling to myself, I musingly addressed the morning. "Well, at least it wasn't one of Valles' toons I ended up in!"
With a smirk on my face, I returned to my bedroom and logged into my work email.
That taken care of, I kicked back in my chair and pondered. I was starting to get a little worried about how worried I wasn't. The power armor yesterday was one thing (through a moose? WTF!?), at least I'd kept my own body, but how could I explain this? I hesitated to contact my local CoH cohorts.. If something was wrong with me, that could be embarassing, or at worst, land me in a rubber room. If this was more widespread, though, they may need help..
I figured the 'board would be my best bet, and I pointed my browser over.
Relief flooded me as I read veiled notes from friends and strangers. I wasn't alone in this, and appeared to be in good company. I dashed off a quick reply, and shut down compy. Dad was gonna be awake soon, and I needed to be out of here beforehand. I snagged my laptop bag, huffing under its unaccustomed weight, and headed for the work van.
Backing out the driveway, slowly and carefully, I pondered my next step. Right now, coffee and some quiet sounded good, so I headed for the local 24 hour greasy spoon.
"Morning miss Mable, I'm gonna need an IV drip and a piggie biscuit please!"
"OK, miss, one bottomless coffee and one bacon burger, coming right up!"
I fired up the laptop, plugged in and grabbed wifi, and began working on the online training modules, tabbing frequently over to the Legendary board.
"No can brain today. Want cheezeburger."
From NGE: Nobody Dies, by Gregg Landsman
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5579457/1/NGE_Nobody_Dies
I rolled out of bed and crumpled in a tangle of aching limbs and contusions against my computer desk. While I dearly love being back in the house I grew up in, the bedroom is a lot smaller now that I've graduated from a single to a queen. Muttering and cursing, I folded my bed back into it's couch mode one-handed, trying to massage some of the soreness out of the breast I had squished against my desk on the way off the bed. The soreness quickly faded, and bra and panties swiftly joined skirt, school uniform tie and shirt, and tights in a pile on the bathroom floor as I hopped into the shower.
I was fumbling around looking for my razor when I realized something was amiss. I lifted a leg onto the tub side and stared blearily at it. I knew that the invisible pale blonde stubble there wouldn't really be visible, but it would be hell on comfort in my tights if I left it there during classes today. With a sigh, I angled my leg out of the shower's blast, and foamed up with some shaving goop. Extending a single claw, I gently shaved my leg, grumbling every time I knicked myself in the awkward maneuver.
After the shower, a good toweling and some cocoa butter mosturizer, and I was good to go. The 'gamin mop' hairstyle wasn't the best cut I'd ever had, but it was certainly low maintenance! I pegged a towel around me, and grabbed up a hairbrush and my dirty clothes. Something was still amiss, and I couldn't quite put a finger on it. I yarded the bundle of dirty clothes into the bin, and rummaged around in the dresser for something clean. I couldn't find any uniform shirts, I only had two black ties, there were no skirts at all, and all I could find for underwear was boxers...
I blanched as it finally came clear what was wrong. Back into the bathroom I went, fast enough for the towel to be in danger, and stared at myself in the mirror.
I was a chick. Yesterday I was.. not. For some reason, I was cool with this.
Not terribly cool with missing work, mind you, but I could get around that. This gender thing, on the other hand..
With a shrug, I returned to my bedroom and snagged out a set of undies I remembered as 'too small'. This body was quite a bit more slender than my normal. The different hip configuration, at least, meant that a men's size large wouldn't be taking a vacation to ankle-land. Slacks followed the boxers, and a black leather belt got an extra hole added with a claw. The bra was clean enough to make it through the day, though it wrinkled my nose with distaste to do so. The silky blue dress shirt worked nicely, bringing out my eyes and hair, and I was quite pleased with the figure I cut as I brushed out my hair in the mirror.
Once I was put together for the day, dealing with work came next. I wasn't quite sure what was going on, and there was a tiny panicked screaming the the back of my head that wouldn't go away, but losing my job would only make the situation worse. I switched the power bar on for compy, reached behind the amplifier and switched its power bar on, and punched the button on compy's face. Grabbing my vest off of the coatrack, I headed outside. My first smoke of the day settled me and cleared my head a little, and I took a moment to poke at the new additions to my person. I didn't have 'that much' in the breast department, and thankfully, my libido didn't appear to be terribly active. Chuckling to myself, I musingly addressed the morning. "Well, at least it wasn't one of Valles' toons I ended up in!"
With a smirk on my face, I returned to my bedroom and logged into my work email.
Quote:Subject: Online Training Modules
From: Nick
Date: Tue, July 7, 2009 5:20 am
To: Bossman@work.com
Priority: Normal
Boss,
I'm going to stay home today. I'm feeling kinda pukey. No time off for me, I'll be knocking out those online training modules you've been harassing me about.
Cheers,
Nick.
That taken care of, I kicked back in my chair and pondered. I was starting to get a little worried about how worried I wasn't. The power armor yesterday was one thing (through a moose? WTF!?), at least I'd kept my own body, but how could I explain this? I hesitated to contact my local CoH cohorts.. If something was wrong with me, that could be embarassing, or at worst, land me in a rubber room. If this was more widespread, though, they may need help..
I figured the 'board would be my best bet, and I pointed my browser over.
Relief flooded me as I read veiled notes from friends and strangers. I wasn't alone in this, and appeared to be in good company. I dashed off a quick reply, and shut down compy. Dad was gonna be awake soon, and I needed to be out of here beforehand. I snagged my laptop bag, huffing under its unaccustomed weight, and headed for the work van.
Backing out the driveway, slowly and carefully, I pondered my next step. Right now, coffee and some quiet sounded good, so I headed for the local 24 hour greasy spoon.
"Morning miss Mable, I'm gonna need an IV drip and a piggie biscuit please!"
"OK, miss, one bottomless coffee and one bacon burger, coming right up!"
I fired up the laptop, plugged in and grabbed wifi, and began working on the online training modules, tabbing frequently over to the Legendary board.
"No can brain today. Want cheezeburger."
From NGE: Nobody Dies, by Gregg Landsman
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5579457/1/NGE_Nobody_Dies