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Fifth Floor Common Room, Sunday evening

After getting back from Colorado, Bruce got some dinner from Ching Tai. Unfortunately, they gave way too much food, so he set up in the common room. If people were hungry, they could take. He could have done that and gone to his room with his food, but he figured that would prevent him from seeing how other people were reacting to the gender switch. And really, his want to be left alone was easily overruled by his curiosity.

While he was in the common room, though, he wasn't touching the TV. It would end up stuck on the Style Network or something if he did. He could deal with being a girl, but that was asking too much.

[OOC: Open like a gender-neutral common room.]

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Since there was a limited number of redheads in Fandom and he knew what one of them looked like already, Bruce was confident that would have figured it out soon enough. Whether or not he actually could have would never be answered now.

"There were some adjustments," Bruce said, unconsciously crossing his arms across his chest... which was a bit further out than it had been yesterday. "But once you get past the initial shock, you might as well just get used to it. It's Fandom, after all. These things happen."

"But how?" Scully demanded, gesturing downward, red spiking up across her face. "An entire reversal of x and y chromosomes overnight? I still have the same bruises from skiing, but my gender's switched! How is that even possible?"

...and if this was possible, could someone, somewhere connected to the island just reverse her de-aging as easily? Please?

"There's powerful magic at work in Fandom," Bruce said. "To understand how it happened, you'd have to understand Fandom's magic much better than either of us do."

Scully sighed, then wandered over to poke at the food from Ching Thai. "Sharing?" she asked, rubbing at her face. She had stubble coming in. Strange. She studied Bruce. "You make an attractive girl, too. I can see a resemblance, but I'd never guess you were the same person."

Bruce lifted a generous hand to indicate that it was for anyone who wandered by. "Thanks," he said. It was the first time anyone had commented on his relative attractiveness as a girl. It was a little odd, but somewhat flattering. "I haven't had much luck guessing people based on their faces yet. Clothing and nervous ticks, on the other hand..."

"I hope my clothing doesn't give anything away about me." It was an Annapolis sweatshirt that Bill had sent her, and sweatpants of Mulder's that had gotten bundled in with her things. "Except 'hi, I've just grown half a foot and nothing I own fits me.'" She took a box of sweet-and-sour chicken and started to carefully chopstick it up to her mouth. "It does seem random. And a few people didn't change at all!" Why couldn't she have gotten that lucky?

"I was thinking about Faramir, actually. He was wearing his tunic this morning. It was an easy clue," Bruce said. "And that's the joy of Fandom. You never know what's going to happen, but it's going to be a crap shoot."

"That would do it," Scully observed. She took another bite of chicken. "This is going to be over tomorrow, right?"

"That's my guess. If it doesn't start on a Saturday, it's probably not going to last more than a day," Bruce said.

Scully gave a relieved smile, then went over to the fridge to get a drink. "I've had enough weirdness mess with me, I don't think I could take this lasting the length of one of those invasions." She tilted her head, a look that was a little too feminine on her current form. "So, what do you think of being a girl? And has this happened around her before?"

"Not in my experience, but this place was here long before I was," Bruce said. "And it's different. I'm shorter. Not quite as much muscle. Balanced differently. But I'm still human, so it's not that far off."

Bruce took a very wide view of what shape he could end up while going to school here.

That brought Scully up short, remembering Dru turning into a cat. "Point. That hasn't happened to me yet either. Fairly certain I don't want it to." She sighed, looking down at herself. "I don't find this repulsive, just-- alien."

"It might help if you think of it as a learning experience," Bruce said. "An awkward learning experience."

He was sure there were some people who couldn't figure out which bathroom to use. He still used the boy's room, of course, since he knew girls had showered in there before. This wasn't that much different.

Scully cheered up a little. "I could take notes. It would have to help the next time I'm dealing with my best friend."

"That's partially what I'm doing," Bruce said. "I figure I might be able to learn something about teenage girls by walking a mile in their shoes. Or, based on earlier today, skiing a mile."

Scully toasted him with her Diet Coke and admitted, "My balance was too far off for me to want to attempt anything athletic this morning. Did you manage not to wipe out in an unfamiliar body?"

"Since nobody was around for the tougher courses, I'm going to claim that I was perfect," Bruce joked. But seriously, he did pretty well on the advanced run, all things considered.

Scully grinned and shook her head. "Where did you get clothes? Or are those your own?" she asked, curious. "I think I need to go shopping... especially if there's any chance this might happen again." Preparation: the sign of a true Girl Scout.

"I bought them early this morning," Bruce said. "That probably meant I was one of the more comfortable people on the trip back here. But I'll definitely be keeping them for future strangeness."

"Smart," Scully commented. "I was too freaked out to think of it. Or I would've bought some at the hotel." She shook her head, and daintily ate more rice. "I'm just glad no one at the hotel thought to comment. Imagine if this had happened while we were at home."

Her mother would never have stopped blinking.

Bruce imagined it. "I don't think Alfred would even flinch. He would just find me some clothes to wear."

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