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dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com2012-09-08 11:12 am
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Fourth Floor Common Room [Saturday late morning]
When Olive had woken to the shrieks of her classmates and seen unfamiliar young ladies in the halls, she'd put it together with the information she'd been given about people changing genders, and she laaaaaaughed. Oh, initially, how she'd laughed.
But eventually, the laughter had given way to her natural instinct to help, along with her resourcefulness. So Saturday morning found her in the common room vaguely making pancakes (she'd gotten a batch down) and, more important, with a box of her (many, many) clothes and a sign set up beside it. Yes, she had included some of her items from the whole...thing. No, she had not included any bustiers. Or bras. You were on your own there, boys. But there was quite a collection of tank tops and cardigans and leggings and skinny jeans, at least. (And a Juicy sweatshirt that probably should go to someone with bigger boobs than her own. She'd been told this.)
TAKE SOMETHING. BECAUSE NONE OF YOU KNOW HOW TO DRESS WITH BOOBS, AND YOU MIGHT STILL WAKE UP LIKE THIS TOMORROW
In smaller letters, she'd added:
Ladies, feel free to donate to the cause. Write your name on the tag and I'll make sure it gets returned to you.
There was a sharpie beside the box for such a purpose -- and an "OP" on each of Olive's tags -- and she'd brought her sewing kit down for modifications, should they be needed.
And of course, in her pocket, she had a camera, too. She was kind, but she wasn't stupid.
[open CR is open, for all your "oh god i need clothes" needs, and/or if you are a kind person who'd like to donate. or if you just want pancakes to go with your breasts!]
But eventually, the laughter had given way to her natural instinct to help, along with her resourcefulness. So Saturday morning found her in the common room vaguely making pancakes (she'd gotten a batch down) and, more important, with a box of her (many, many) clothes and a sign set up beside it. Yes, she had included some of her items from the whole...thing. No, she had not included any bustiers. Or bras. You were on your own there, boys. But there was quite a collection of tank tops and cardigans and leggings and skinny jeans, at least. (And a Juicy sweatshirt that probably should go to someone with bigger boobs than her own. She'd been told this.)
In smaller letters, she'd added:
There was a sharpie beside the box for such a purpose -- and an "OP" on each of Olive's tags -- and she'd brought her sewing kit down for modifications, should they be needed.
And of course, in her pocket, she had a camera, too. She was kind, but she wasn't stupid.
[open CR is open, for all your "oh god i need clothes" needs, and/or if you are a kind person who'd like to donate. or if you just want pancakes to go with your breasts!]