I&#39;m a Very Important Man!

Demyx was interested in his own chest - or lack thereof. Some of the clothes he'd bought for himself looked good on his new, female body, so they were okay for now. He had to find Valentine, though, and see if he wanted to go shopping and help him find new clothes. "Valentine?" he called, knocking on the door. "Are you in there?"

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"Yes," came the tentative whimper. "I'm in here. I mostly wish I wasn't. And hell, I have class today." She stamped a foot in frustration, pulling her coat more securely over her chest, and opened the door. ".... You too?"

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"I don't have class, so I'll keep you company?" Demyx asked, smiling. She pushed her hair out of her eyes. "And when you're done with class, you can come shopping with me!"

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Valentine might have pouted for a moment or two before replying. "Yeah... sure. Shopping."
She stared at Demyx quietly for another moment still. "How in the world are you calm about this?"

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"I'm thinking of it as a bizarre nightmare," Demyx confided. "Otherwise I'm going to start screaming and probably never stop, and that'd kill my singing voice."

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"Fair enough..." Valentine cringed and shuddered.
Shuddering without a bra was a mistake, and she promptly squeaked and decided that holding floppy boobies in place was a good way to survive the day.

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"Do you need a bra?" Demyx asked. "It might keep those in check."

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Normally, Valentine would be scarred for life if he had to admit that yes, a bra was certainly in order.
Today, he was a she.
And was still going to be scarred for life.
"Yes, I will be needing a bloody BRA." Cringe. "BLOODY HELL."

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"Okay! We'll have to go shopping. Is now good?" Demyx didn't seem bothered by the concept of needing a bra. Maybe it was because she didn't need one herself.

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"After class," Valentine once again stressed. Because, for as horrible as this all seemed, she didn't want to risk the wrath of the teachers.
Also, it was wet out.
~~Also, the mun has already pinged her into two classes, and shopping would take longer than that in Fandom Time.~~

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Yes, it was wet out. Demyx failed to see how that prevented them from doing anything. But the classes were a good excuse. "Okay. Have fun bouncing through class!"

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Valentine was more concerned about having a wet t-shirt contest with her female boyfriend. And being seen in places that weren't class.
"Right. I'll just hold myself in place, and it should be tolerable until after class, when we'll... go... bra shopping."

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"We could use tape," Demyx offered. "That would hold them down."

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Valentine squeaked a little at the suggestion, pulling her coat a little more firmly over her chest. "I, uh... I'm going to be late for class!"
She regretted making a dash for it today. Because... ow.

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6 stuck his head out of the covers. "Will you keep it..." And then he stopped. Odd, his voice had gotten higher. And he felt... agile. He checked under the covers.

There was soon another shriek coming from Room 206.

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"No, I will not certainly not keep it 'aaaah' thank you very much," came the high-pitched and somewhat displeased reply.

Room 206 was a very shrieky room today.

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"What's going on? What have you done? WHY DO I HAVE WOMANLY PARTS?" 6's roar-yell sounded less menacing and more like a spaz attack coming from this new body.

At least he had control this time.

He considered. He checked under the covers again.

No, this was worse.

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"What makes you think that I somehow did this? Do you figure I went to bed last night deciding that I wanted to be a female upon waking up, and hell, while I was at it I might as well turn you into one as well?" Valentine stared incredulously at 6 for all of a second before he flailed his wee little girly arms about in the air. "Have you gone absolutely barking mad!?"

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"Well, somebody did this!" 6 said, flailing in a very girly manner. "I can only pray my gender assignment is..."

Oh, blast. Not a twinge when thinking of Wednesday. He gave a glancing thought to Harkness...

Oh.

Another shriek. Thankfully that shattering glass thing is just in the movies.

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Valentine cringed and covered his ears for a moment.

"... At least you're still straight?"

He probably wasn't helping, really.

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No, not really. 6 launched himself at Valentine, screaming.

6 wears pajamas to bed, so we're still quite safe. For the moment.

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Valentine was also screaming. Mostly because he feared for his life as he turned and did a lap of his side of the room.

"Are you suffering PMS on top of all of this?! Bloody hell!"

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6 skidded across the floor. Pulling himself up, he death-glared at Valentine. "I AM NOT HAVING PMS!"

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"Then stop trying to kill me! Of all the people in the school to be stuck with, why is my roomie the hormonal maniac!?" He flailed a little, pressed back against the wall, and then paused for a moment to consider. "Unless you're past the PMS point and are crabby because of cramps and that whole insides falling out bit, which, really, if you are, don't tell me because I would rather not know."
Valentine might have been a girl, but he still didn't know when to shut up.

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6 looked at Valentine... and tears welled up in his eyes. Tears became crying. Crying became bawling.

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And this was Valentine, officially afraid for his life.
But at least he had the good sense to offer 6 a chocolate bar and some Advil.
"There are... worse ways to be," he said about as soothingly as any Valentine could possibly manage. Mood swings, he decided, were very frightening things.

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Number 6 turned the chocolate bar over in his hand. "You... you don't think I'm ugly?"

Somewhere deep inside, 6 was still screaming.

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