Fifth Floor Common Room, Sunday afternoon

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After spending basically all day yesterday hiding in her room because, as near as she could tell, she was the only girl who had turned into a boy, Jessica had finally calmed down. Mostly because of radio. She may have hated Topher a bit for mocking her legitimate trauma here, but she was giddy for confirmation that at least it wasn't her cloned genes going completely crazy somehow (...SCIENCE?) and that it was just stupid, evil, Fandom magic.

(Seriously, though. How was it that the only people she talked to yesterday were girls who stayed girls? How was that at all possible?)

Anyway, she was okay being out in public today. She was okay grabbing food from the common room and then staying there. She had cereal. She had a seat on the couch. She had television which was showing... Mrs Uncertaintyflame? Well, that was just mean, television. How dare you? ...Jessica still left it on, though.

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[arsenicmauls]

Continuing a mean, mean trend of subjecting Jessica to smug, non-dude-ified girls? Who, Gert?

Yes. Gert.

Also, Old Lace. Old Lace was still a girl too.

"You know, if any of the girls who got switched this weekend see this on, they might scream at you," Gert warned idly as she spotted what was on TV.

[walkswithcoyote]

Mercy came in and slumped onto a couch. "I hope this is over tomorrow. I really want to wake up me again."