whenshewasnice | Room 227, Saturday Morning

So.

This had happened before, so Natalie wasn't all too shocked to wake up not quite herself, physically. Unlike last time, she wasn't freaking out. Quite the opposite. Her immediate reaction was that she wanted to go outside. Be a male stranger for a while.

But before that, she had to solve one major problem: clothes. Sure, Peter's suit was hanging on her closet door but that didn't feel right. She didn't want to deal with the possible bitching if Peter (still asleep on the other bed, as far as she could tell) happened to turn back while he didn't have his clothes ready. A suit didn't feel right otherwise, either. But, almost everything apart from the hoodies in her closet was a little too obviously girl clothes, as she was now realizing while she peered into the closet. If not quite as girly as the kimono-ish robe she'd pulled on over her slightly too-small pajamas upon getting out of bed.

Whatever, she was still alone with two animals, they could deal with her looking a little too broad-shouldered for her clothes.

[ooc: Door is closed, post is meant for Peter first but open after him!]

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This was Natalie's complete lack of surprise.

She looked down at her clothes. At least they fit her in size, if not in style. "You don't like it?"

"Khakis." So, no, he didn't like it.

"I do believe that's what they're called."

She knew what he meant.

"You know you could have asked me for clothes." He did recognize that shirt, now that he had gotten over the poor choice in pants.

Natalie shrugged. "I think it was Peter's way of saying thanks," she said. "But if the khakis offend you, you're free to show of your niceness as well."

"I'm sure I can arrange that sort of niceness." Prepare yourself for all the black clothes, Natalie. All of them. "Why would Peter need to thank you?"

Natalie was kind of bracing herself for the onslaught of black fabrics, yes.

"Because he was living here for a week," she said, like that explained it. Hey, her friends got what was coming to them when they were oblivious to things that were going on with her.

Jace was oblivious to most things that didn't involve him directly, so.

"And he thanked you with pants." Ugly pants.

Natalie gave him a shrug of her broader shoulders, and scratched her scruffily bearded cheek.

"None of my jeans fit. I think it's a pretty practical thank you."

"I suppose so. Though I would expect a better thank you if I provided the same service," Jace said. "I'm so glad you're not freaking out about this. Such an overreaction when the guys-as-girls start shrieking when it happens to them."

"I've already done this before." She'd freaked out a bit back then. But no shrieking. "Easier to embrace it, I guess."

Even moreso when you'd had a shitty month or two and kind of wanted to be someone else, anyway.

"And it's not so bad, is it?" he asked. "I know I didn't mind being a girl all that much. Save for the super long hair. Bit of a hassle in a fight, I imagine."

Reflexively, Natalie's hand went up to the currently shorter strands of her hair. "I guess. But it's more a question of what you're used to."

Jace shrugged. "You do have to admit some people get over dramatic about the whole matter. It's not like anything here sticks."

"People get overly dramatic about everything," Natalie replied. Because they did. "I prefer a more sensible approach. And I even have randomly different eyes, although I guess that may have been the price paid for not looking like you."

"It's a good thing you don't look like me," Jace said. "If you had seen me naked you'd never let me wear clothes again. It's better if you don't know what you're missing."

"But since I am supposedly your sister, shouldn't that just traumatize me for life?" Natalie asked, completely ignoring that it really wouldn't. "I think you might just be jealous I'm a prettier boy than you."

"Ha! Oh such delusions," he said, shaking his head. "Maybe if scruffy looking was your thing."

"What's wrong with scruff?" she asked, lightly scratching at her cheek again. "Maybe Fandom's aim here was a rugged sort of charm."

And maybe she found it easier to joke a bit while not entirely herself.

"Scruff isn't my thing." Mostly because he would look awful with facial hair. "I prefer pretty boys."

Okay he didn't prefer boys at all but if he did, he imagined he'd like them pretty.

Natalie shook her head. Was that even a slight smirk that crossed her face? "I am a pretty boy."

Somewhere far in the future, Wallace Wells was yelling 'DAMN RIGHT SHE'S JUST A PRETTY BOY' and had no idea why.

"Not as pretty as me." So there.

"I don't think that can be quantified." Because no one had ever ranked people in order of hotness, sure. "Although I was considering going out to the mainland tonight..."

Even Natalie had bad ideas sometimes. There was maybe one brewing right now.

"Oh? You want to traumatize people without them recognizing you later?" he asked.

"I'm hurt at the implication that there's traumatizing involved." Although not really. "But yes. Guess you could call it that."

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