AU: Just Another Day [Genderbend, Open to all!]
Apr 10, 2014 14:56:29 GMT -5
Post by Georgina Speer on Apr 10, 2014 14:56:29 GMT -5
{Short note - this is done so they wake up that day as the other gender, so y'know... have fun with that! If you want to find a play-by for others to ogle at, go right ahead! Enjoy!}
{Georgina as George}
Nice day today. George was looking forward to today, the weather was forecast to be good, and there was a school fair or fayre or whatever today. She'd never had one of those in England, her school was too lame for that kind of awesome stuff. Like, seriously, how hard was it? Just find some random charity to raise awareness/love/moooonneeeeeeyyyy for, and then Bob's your uncle - SCHOOL FAIR! Fun for all the people called Georgina Speer. Or, if she remembered correctly, Georgina Procrastination Geez Louise Antisocial Fondue Boris Doris Wait For It Johnson Sunset Tess Milly-Jane Mad Hatter Dakota Jellytot Jellybean God Potato Kalissi Alissa EXPLOSIONS Party Sparta Sparty Marty Cheesepuff Brownie Music Scarfy Bigfoot Peppy Bonkers Special Speer. Because, apparently, if she didn't have one middle name, she needed a multitude of others to compensate.
Which she didn't care to count.
Besides, it was the morning, she didn't have the effort or the willpower (Thirty-six) to do such a- oh for Pete's sake. Sometimes, George really astonished herself with her inability to follow through with anything she ever said.
Back to subject matter - it morning, there fayre. Grammar can go flush itself down the potty. She yawned as attractively as always and noticed... a thing. Something was different. Something... noticeably unnoticeable for the minorly incompetent non-morning person that George happened to be. She sat up and tilted her head curiously. She looked down at her BMO onesie and... okay, okay, her boobs had never been huge, but no-one told her that they could retract into her body. That was just plain strange... maybe she just couldn't see them, the onesie was kind of baggy after all... she put her hands to her chest... nothing. Maybe if she... nope, that didn't help. Okay, so someone took her boobs, that was... interesting.
Nonetheless, she continued with her morning, without her apparently detachable tits. George pulled out her little penguin bag and put a hand into it's brain, finding a lollipop and, well, popping it in her mouth. This was odd, but that wouldn't detract her from her usual morning routine, which was almost complete, with nutritional breakfast and soon-to-be dressedness. She got up and went into her wardrobe, scavenging to find her hat for the day and then everything else she had to wear - what a bother. As she exchanged clothing, she definitely noticed another... anatomy difference, you could say. "Well, that wasn't there before." She mused, looking at it. Inwardly, she was freaking out. She'd never seen one of those things before and now one was attached to her body. Okay. Was she not allowed to be a bit gormless?
After letting her- himself consider the change, he decided maybe, just maybe, he wasn't the only one this had happened too. Or someone was playing a trick on him. Or he was insane. Scratch that, we all knew he was insane. He was already considering himself to be a guy! I mean, he had the evidence, but... nyeh, it was weird.
With his usual smirk set in place, he set off skipping -literally skipping, way to be masculine, George- down to the fayre. He arrived shortly after leaving his dorm room and began to scan the area with his eyes. They were all new-ish faces, with similarities to people he knew. This was confusing. Someone was gonna have to convince him that he wasn't a total psycho loony soon, or he would start treating this as a dream and do something crazy.
Crazier than normal. And by normal, I mean George's normal. So probably, nothing to bad. But still, focus George, focus.
{Georgina as George}
Nice day today. George was looking forward to today, the weather was forecast to be good, and there was a school fair or fayre or whatever today. She'd never had one of those in England, her school was too lame for that kind of awesome stuff. Like, seriously, how hard was it? Just find some random charity to raise awareness/love/moooonneeeeeeyyyy for, and then Bob's your uncle - SCHOOL FAIR! Fun for all the people called Georgina Speer. Or, if she remembered correctly, Georgina Procrastination Geez Louise Antisocial Fondue Boris Doris Wait For It Johnson Sunset Tess Milly-Jane Mad Hatter Dakota Jellytot Jellybean God Potato Kalissi Alissa EXPLOSIONS Party Sparta Sparty Marty Cheesepuff Brownie Music Scarfy Bigfoot Peppy Bonkers Special Speer. Because, apparently, if she didn't have one middle name, she needed a multitude of others to compensate.
Which she didn't care to count.
Besides, it was the morning, she didn't have the effort or the willpower (Thirty-six) to do such a- oh for Pete's sake. Sometimes, George really astonished herself with her inability to follow through with anything she ever said.
Back to subject matter - it morning, there fayre. Grammar can go flush itself down the potty. She yawned as attractively as always and noticed... a thing. Something was different. Something... noticeably unnoticeable for the minorly incompetent non-morning person that George happened to be. She sat up and tilted her head curiously. She looked down at her BMO onesie and... okay, okay, her boobs had never been huge, but no-one told her that they could retract into her body. That was just plain strange... maybe she just couldn't see them, the onesie was kind of baggy after all... she put her hands to her chest... nothing. Maybe if she... nope, that didn't help. Okay, so someone took her boobs, that was... interesting.
Nonetheless, she continued with her morning, without her apparently detachable tits. George pulled out her little penguin bag and put a hand into it's brain, finding a lollipop and, well, popping it in her mouth. This was odd, but that wouldn't detract her from her usual morning routine, which was almost complete, with nutritional breakfast and soon-to-be dressedness. She got up and went into her wardrobe, scavenging to find her hat for the day and then everything else she had to wear - what a bother. As she exchanged clothing, she definitely noticed another... anatomy difference, you could say. "Well, that wasn't there before." She mused, looking at it. Inwardly, she was freaking out. She'd never seen one of those things before and now one was attached to her body. Okay. Was she not allowed to be a bit gormless?
After letting her- himself consider the change, he decided maybe, just maybe, he wasn't the only one this had happened too. Or someone was playing a trick on him. Or he was insane. Scratch that, we all knew he was insane. He was already considering himself to be a guy! I mean, he had the evidence, but... nyeh, it was weird.
With his usual smirk set in place, he set off skipping -literally skipping, way to be masculine, George- down to the fayre. He arrived shortly after leaving his dorm room and began to scan the area with his eyes. They were all new-ish faces, with similarities to people he knew. This was confusing. Someone was gonna have to convince him that he wasn't a total psycho loony soon, or he would start treating this as a dream and do something crazy.
Crazier than normal. And by normal, I mean George's normal. So probably, nothing to bad. But still, focus George, focus.