First Floor Lobby: Friday Morning

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To those transformed "girls" waking up this morning, Layla had arranged a special gift for them. In the first floor lobby (as well as in the common rooms) an arrangement of women's underwear and sports bras in various colors and sizes were laid out on display.

Along with a sign indicating that they were free to take for any male students who were temporarily transformed.

As for Layla herself she was sitting on one of the couches in the lobby to watch the parade of girls leaving the dorms as she perused her new copy of Tiger Beat.

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Re: Talk to Layla!

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"Oh, believe me," Layla said turning a page of her magazine. "Sooner or later the tables will be turned and you can have a good laugh. I do have a present for you."

Re: Talk to Layla!

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"Will ye be turnin' into a cute wee animal then?" He asked, arms crossed as he eyed her.

Not that she wasn't already both cute and wee.

Re: Talk to Layla!

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"No. Not any time soon, anyway," Layla snickered as he handed a matching bra and panty set. "I mean eventually I'll be a guy. Tables will be turned and all that."

Re: Talk to Layla!

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

He eyed the bra and panties warily, possibly afraid they'd bite.

"Bein' a boy is easier!" He pointed out.

Somewhere Alanna was facepalming.

Re: Talk to Layla!

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"Uh-huh," Layla said trying not to laugh. "Well if that's the case I look forward to learning how you walk around with all that down there. Just go into the bathroom and put it on. You'll feel more comfortable."

Re: Talk to Layla!

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"Ye just-" oh, now there was blushing. Mad blushing. "Tisn't hard!". Bad, bad choice of words, George.

"Right, put these on." He nodded, trying so hard to look cool. "...could I be borrowin' on of them hair things?"

Re: Talk to Layla!

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Layla tried very hard not to laugh. Really she did. To cover it up she reached into her bag and pulled out a brush and a scrunchy.

"Do you need me to do your hair?" she said pursing her lips so as not to burst out laughing.

Re: Talk to Layla!

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Mean, Layla.

He took the offered scrunchie, shaking his head quickly. "No, no, tis fine. No need t'be braidin' my hair, no."

Re: Talk to Layla!

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"You'd look good in pigtails," Layla replied with a grin. "Maybe a French braid?"

Re: Talk to Layla!

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"No braids!" He squeaked. "'M fine!"

It was time to flee. For the sake of his rapidly decreasing masculinity.

"Thank ye, Layla!"