Fifth Floor Common Room, Saturday evening

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

Bruce had no interest in dealing with the television today. It was going to just show something that some people would think he'd find embarrassing, he wouldn't be embarrassed (or even annoyed), and that would be it. But there was enough embarrassment and annoyance going around the dorms today, it seemed, so Bruce was going to try to tackle that in some small way: with cake.

Sure, he didn't usually eat much junk food, but he figured that a day when someone changed genders might not be so bad if it was changed to the day when someone changed genders and also had cake. In the meantime, he was just going to read a book about chess strategies while having a piece of cake himself.

[OOC: Open CR, open cake. Whatever that means, I don't know.]

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[walkswithcoyote]

"You mean more comfortable than capri pajama bottoms and a t-shirt suitable for a wet t-shirt contest?" she asked with a touch of her regular spirit. "I think just maybe."

[wrongkindofsith]

"Stupid island." This was worse than turning into a pony or a chipmunk, at least she'd been the right gender those times.

[walkswithcoyote]

"No kidding," Mercy grumbled. "And if it had to change us, at least it could have changed some of our clothes, you know?"

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara was distracted from picking at that particular festering emotional wound by her stomach growling, this stupid male body was hungry all the time. "What kind of cake?"

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara glared balefully at her bed-sheet. "That would have been too helpful."

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"Yellow cake with plenty of frosting and strawberry filling. Simple, but it gets the job done," Bruce said.

[walkswithcoyote]

"Yeah." She looked at the bedsheet. "Nothing loose to wear, huh?"

Not that her skintight and way too short pajama bottoms and t-shirt were all that much better.

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara stomach growled even louder, apparently this body had a sweeter tooth than hers.

"How come you didn't change?" she asked after helping herself to a sizable portion of cake.

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara shook her head. "Leather doesn't stretch well."

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"It's only girls this time from what I can tell," Bruce said. "Don't worry, there will surely be karmic payback eventually."

[walkswithcoyote]

Mercy winced. "I guess not. I have an extra pair of pajama bottoms if you want."

[wrongkindofsith]

"That's not fair." Seeing Bruce as a girl would have been a minor balm to her bad mood.

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"Not really, no," Bruce said. "That's why I got cake for the girls. Make up for it at least a little."

[wrongkindofsith]

"It's good cake. This body is stupid and large and clumsy," Cara grumbled through a mouthful of cake. "And it does...things."

Things she was supposed to cause, not suffer through.

[wrongkindofsith]

"Thanks," Cara muttered. The sheet kept tangling around her legs, and she had to be careful when she sat.

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"I assume that 'things' means exactly what I would think it does?" Bruce asked. "Because those things will happen, unfortunately. You just have to deal with them."

[walkswithcoyote]

Mercy nodded and went back to the room for another pair, which she tossed to the other guy. Girl. "There. Those should help."

[wrongkindofsith]

"Yes, and all the time." Because apparently Cara had never heard of oversharing. "I can't spend all weekend dealing with it."

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"Are you actually saying that you have less ability to deal with that than the average teenage boy?" Bruce asked.

[wrongkindofsith]

"No." Cara would never admit a teenage boy could do anything better than her. "But my hands will start cramping if I have to take care of it every five minutes."

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"By 'deal with it,' I actually meant 'ignoring it,'" Bruce pointed out.

[wrongkindofsith]

That was much easier to do when your body wasn't doing it's best to let everyone else know. "Ignoring it doesn't make it behave and go away."

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"And somehow males are able to accomplish things every day," Bruce said.

[wrongkindofsith]

"They've had time to get used to it. Plus you can distract them easily enough."

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"And by 'distract them' you mean exactly what I think you do, don't you?" Bruce asked.