AU: Just Another Day [Genderbend, Open to all!]

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Phoenix stared wide-eyed at Oriel's... New parts mushed against her face, resisting the urge to push her back onto the bed and have some fun with their new bodies. "Y-yeah, I'm fine," she stammered, distracted with the squishy embrace. Phen blinked up and blushed at the compliment, shrugging a shoulder somewhat bashfully. "Yeah, well, not as sexy as you, dearest," she replied, giggling at the fact that her sweet pet names sounded even sweeter in her high voice. And well... Since Oriel didn't seem concerned about figuring out what had happened, Phoenix supposed she wasn't either... She did hope they could be changed back, though. She already kinda missed her... Parts. "Whatever you say," she replied affectionately, standing in place as Oriel got dressed.... At least, the lower half. "Um, I don't know what t'do about like.... Bras..." she mumbled, grimacing at the idea of putting one on. Despite her small frame, Phoenix had been 'gifted' a pretty generous chest, and considering it was a little chilly, even the large t-shirt wasn't hiding them completely.

"Hey!" she yelped as Oriel pulled her much too large pants down, pouting as she tugged them back up. "Not my fault, you've got a bigger butt!" she retorted, scowling playfully. Yeah... Even her smallest belts weren't doing much.

Phoenix watched as Oriel went to leave to talk to her roommates. "Wait, but-!" Okay. Oriel had no shame. What else had Phen expected? Sighing with exasperation, Phen grabbed another one of his shirts and ran after his lover, stopping as the door was open and... And some guy looked out of Rya's room.

Hey.... What the hell... This was happening to everyone? Flushing for Oriel's sake, Phoenix ran forward and nimbly hopped up to pull the shirt over Oriel's head. It... Kinda worked. She got it halfway down, at least, but it still didn't do a very good job of covering up. "I don't want you t'go an' flash those at everyone," Phen complained. Then she shot a nervous look at this man-Rya who was even more intimidating than the female one. "Uh.... Hi," she whispered, nearly losing her pants again; she snagged the belt loops just in the nick of time.

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Oriel wasn't missing her parts yet, the current experience was far to interesting for him to be worried about that right now. Though after a day or so, he might. Who knew. "Don't need 'em, though if you want, I'm sure we can borrow one from someone." Oriel might wear a bra, but he was a dude, so the idea of it being a necessity and not just a costume hadn't really crossed his mind. He cackled at Phoenix's adorable little cry and blush when he pulled down her pants. "Yeah, and as usual, you got practically no butt," Oriel sneered, reaching behind Phoenix and grabbing that non-butt.

Okay, Oriel had to admit that half the reason why he was wandering around without a shirt was for shock effect, but still, he had no sense of female shame. This is how he normally wandered around the dorm and if Rya could get away with wandering around in her bra and panties, then Oriel could get away with not wearing a shirt. Simple as that.

Oriel sneered up at the man who answered his roommate's door. Well, she didn't look half bad as a dude. "Clothes," he said bluntly, but before he could elaborate, Phoenix came barreling down the hall and forced a shirt over his head. "Oh for---! Fine, fine! I'll wear a fucking shirt, but can I at least pick a better one?" Even if Phoenix's shirts would fit him better now, Oriel still had a fashion he was wanting to stick to….and no way was he going to ditch his plaid-shirt and tank look so easily.

"Aaaanyway, where were we?" he mused, turning back to the shemale Rya. "Clothes," he said with a point of the finger. "Think I'm good, but Squishy here…" Oriel placed both hands over Phoenix's shoulders with a suspicious grin. "Isn't he just the most adorable thing you ever seen?" he cooed, pinching one of Phen's cheeks. Oriel rose his eyebrows at his roommate. "He's too damn cute to just leave in an oversized t-shirt and pants. And I want to play dress-up." He sent Rya an innocent grin. "Help me out?"

[Takchawee Ominotago]

Tak had already gone through the whole weird process of ohmygod-what-the-hell-happened-to-my-body a little while earlier. Going from a petite five-foot-three girl still going through some post-pregnancy effects to a large, over six-foot tall male with short-cropped hair and way too many lines of muscle to even count. She/he'd stared at himself for a good ten minutes at least, studying his new anatomy, poking around at weird bits, getting used to the feeling of being a dude. Huh... Well, hopefully this was temporary. Being a hunk of meat was nice to look at and all, but he'd been growing used to those soft new curves, finally.

But now there was a problem. Being small, all of Tak's clothes were small. He'd managed to find his largest, baggiest pair of sweatpants and barely squeeze himself into them; they were uncomfortably tight, and unwillingly showed off more of his rear than he would like. A shirt was out of the question. None of his tops were going to make it over his broad shoulders.

Guess he was going to have to go borrow some.

The first person that came to mind was Oriel. As Tak made his way down the hallway, he noticed (thankfully) that it seemed everyone else was as freaked out and confused as he was. He quickly made it to his friend's room and went inside, only to be met with... Three people he barely recognized.

"Okay... Half-topless girl, you must be Oriel," he determined, his voice low and rumbling as he pointed out the Indian-looking female. Damn, he was a hot girl. "Phoenix?" Of course that was him, he/she was hanging onto Oriel like a monkey. "And...?" He had no idea about the guy. He didn't know Oriel's roommates all that well. "It's me, Tak," he explained, stepping into the room with an exasperated grunt. "None of my clothes fit. Can I borrow some of yours?"

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Kodi hackled up at the 'fluffy' comment, but... Yet again, it just didn't have the same effect. "I'm not fluffy!" she shrieked, and then covered her mouth, realizing how whiny and bitchy she sounded. Fuck... This was not okay.

She grumbled and fumbled around for a moment until the weird twitter came out of Gryphon's throat, and Kodi snorted, shaking her head. "Well, we still have our abilities, so at least that's something," she figured, sighing. Kodi was finally starting to calm down a little, but... She still wasn't happy.

And.... Well, Kodi hadn't exactly seen boobs before either, not until earlier that morning, but they felt more like weird things stuck onto her rather than a part of her actual anatomy, so she wasn't all that modest about flinging them around. "What, s'it botherin' you?" she snorted, actually grinning a little at Gryph's adorable reaction. "Are you embarrassed?" Taking her newfound height over her lover to her advantage, Kodi made sure to hold her arms around Gryph and cradle her against her chest. If the winged meta was hoping for Kodi to try to make her feel more comfortable, she was going to be disappointed.

She had to get some fun out of this, after all. And it wasn't hurting Gryphon.

Kodi did put her shirt back on after that, but only because she quickly went down the hall to grab her supplies and quickly return to Gryph's room. She hissed and snarled at anyone who looked her way, just in case they didn't know who she was. Once back, Kodi dumped her stuff next to Gryph's mirror and started smudging on her eyeliner. It usually took her no time; it was a little harder now that his features were different.

"Ugh.... I look like a whore," she whined once she was finished. She'd done the best she could with what she had, but there was just no way Kodi was going to be able to like the way she looked. She turned to Gryphon, starting to look more worried than angry. "What're we gonna do?" she mumbled, flopping down to sit on the side of Gryph's bed.

[Gryphon Matsuoka]

Gryphon giggled, which would've usually been a chuckle, but of course, being a girl now, he was more prone to being cute than demeaning. "Like a teddy bear." She mused, grinning. Kodi was not helping herself.

Was it bothering her? "...no." Lies. Extremely obvious lies. Since she said it still behind her hands, almost scared to even lay eyes on the weird things. Was she embarassed? "Um..." What was Kodi doing- nnnff. Gryph squirmed a little, frowning and trying to get Kodi off, "Nehhhhggg..." Her throat made a weird noise, clearly not a fan of what was happening. She'd get Kodi back later... somehow. She had no idea as to how, though.

When Kodi departed, Gryphon went over to his wardrobe. She scanned through all the items... they were ridiculously huge. But she had to get changed... maybe she could go talk to someone about exchanging clothes. Maybe some of the girls downstairs had woken up 6 feet tall and in need of larger clothing? For now, she picked out the smallest things she could find, which happened to be one of her training tops with the back cut out for wings, and some track bottoms, and even then, they were stupidly baggy. Gryph avoided looking at herself as she changed... this was so weird...

She definitely needed to get some other clothes. She looked like a charity shop.

Well, Kodi was back. And she was still upset. "At least you don't look like a hobo." Because fighting her complaints really didn't seem to be working. To demonstrate her own situation, Gryph raised his arms. The sleeves, which were supposed to reach her elbows, came halfway down her forearms, and it was big enough to be a dress, hanging down to her mid-thighs. This was stupid.

The brunette girl crossed her arms, wings now out of her back and gently floating behind her, "I... have no idea. D'you think... someone did this?" It had to be some kind of a prank, surely, surely.

[Dr. Sean Neville]

Sean inclined his head a single time, which caused his considerably longer hair to fall into his eyes. A thinner, smaller hand went to his forehead, brushing the long strands away so as to clear his line of vision. “It’s me,” he confirmed, his voice soft and still far too high in pitch to belong to the telepath, insofar as he was familiar and comfortable with his body.

Adding to the discomfort of the situation was the fact that Sean didn’t have the slightest clue as to what had caused this. To his knowledge, there was no meta-human ability that could do this to another person, let alone multiple other people (as opposed to one’s self), which left the telepath with few avenues for explanation.

At least he still had his telepathy. A quick scan of his lover’s mind confirmed that. Fortunately, as Sean wouldn’t know how to cope with the loss of his most cherished sense in addition to the loss of his physical gender characteristics.

“I don’t know,” he admitted softly. As much as it pained him to admit that the situation had him stymied, his partner was entitled to the explanation, or lack thereof.

“How do you feel?” He asked. He could hazard a guess, but he wanted to know from Josh directly.

[Joshua Bernstein]

Josh supposed that he shouldn't have expected Sean to know what had happened. He was accustomed to the older man having answers but that wasn't always a fair assumption.

"I'll have to call in sick to work."

That answered how he felt. Panicked, confused, upset. Not able to cope with work.

The fact that his pajamas were now ill fitting suggested to the attorney that perhaps his other clothing would also fit poorly. And he didn't own any bras. He didn't even know how bra sizing worked.

He wasn't equipped for this body.

"What are we going to do? How are we going to explain this?"

He didn't know how he was going to face his family when he wasn't even comfortable with this change. At least his general practitioner knew he had, until this point, been a cisgendered man so he thought that if this transformation proved to be permanent he could acquire some testosterone and surgery. But he hoped it wasn't permanent because then he would have to learn about health for a whole new body. He would have to learn about intimacy when he and Sean both had new bodies! At least Sean had books, but josh didn't find breasts and hips attractive. He thought he could get over that since it wasn't as if the telepath had ceased to be male, even if he had a new body.

But Josh was happy being a cis man. He didn't want to change.

"Maybe I'll fix us both coffee first."

[Dr. Sean Neville]

Those eight words told Sean everything he needed to know about his partner’s current emotional state. Josh was as dedicated to his job as the psychiatrist was to his own; the younger man rarely took time off work, including when he was ill or otherwise occupied. That he felt so incapable indicated that he felt adrift, distracted, and miserable.

Sean could fault him for none of those reactions.

“I’ll call in as well,” he offered. The telepath felt uncomfortable and confused, but he had better coping skills when it came to the utterly bizarre occurrences of Pilot Ridge. Left to his own devices, he could put in a full day if he found clothing that fit his new body. However, Josh’s emotional state took precedence over his job, and thus he was happy to call in so that he could provide support to his partner.

“We’re going to find some clothing that doesn’t pinch.” That was an obvious response, but the psychiatrist had entered the cool patience of crisis mode. “Then we’re going to see if we’re the only ones so affected, after we call into work.”

That was the start.

“You fix coffee; I’ll take care of the calls.”

At least they were both too old for menstruation. That would spare them the additional anatomical and biological discomfort.

[Joshua Bernstein]

Josh slid out of bed, tugging at his pajamas in a vain attempt to comfortably adjust them. His new height and proportions made what should have been a simple task difficult; he continuously bumped his hips against the furniture and walls, unused to having to account for their existence. And the mugs were out of his reach, requiring a stepping stool to fetch them.

At least operating the coffee maker required no additional thought or effort, and he inhaled the bitter aroma gratefully as he waited for Sean to finish with his calls.

He wasn't sure if he wanted anyone else to be effected or not. He felt that if there were more people in transformed bodies then the likelihood of finding a cause and rectifying it was greater, but he didn't want anyone else to be as miserable as he was.

[Dr. Sean Neville]

Sean started with Josh’s office, simply because that telephone call would take the least amount of time. He deliberately lowered his voice to the best of his ability, although that only served to make him sound like a middle-aged woman with a cold. He explained to Damien that there was a personal situation and that Josh was unable to go to the office that day. He requested that Damien reschedule Josh’s appointments and that he cover for the other attorney’s court appearances. Once he had secured those promises, the telepath ended the telephone call.

For his call to Hammel, Sean made no attempts to disguise his voice. He wanted the rest of the administration to understand what had happened to him and to be on the lookout for others in similar condition. Already, there were reports of students affected by the same cause, whatever it was. Hammel had additional cases but not answers.

At least it wasn’t him and Josh alone in this.

Finished with his telephone calls, Sean rose from the bed. He took a moment to examine himself in the mirror by the wardrobe, because he wanted to know what it was that the rest of the world would see. The same crow’s feet around his eyes. The same blue eyes. The same shade of brown hair, thinning a bit but so very long. He was shorter, but only by a couple of inches; apparently, he was even taller by conventional female standards than he was as a man. Not that he had ever been curious about that.

Finding balance proved difficult. He’d always had excellent posture due, in part, to the size of his feet. They were smaller now, more delicate, and finding his stride and his balance required experimentation and holding onto the wall and the banister as he went down the stairs.

The robe he wore fitted loosely and awkwardly around his shoulders and pinched his hips and chest.

“It isn’t just us,” he announced, as he entered the kitchen and stumbled into a chair by the kitchen table.

[Joshua Bernstein]

Josh brought a mug of coffee to his partner, then placed a consoling hand on Sean's shoulder.

"Who else?"

He wanted to know if the other people impacted were from work or from hammel or if it had simply been in the news.

"Do you know the scope?"

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WELL.

This was interesting….

Just a few moments ago, Anthony was woken by some high pitched yelping coming from next door and his first thought was "Why does Kodi have a chick in his room?". Then there was the sound of tiny feet running out of the room like the hounds of hades were on her tail. And…well, Anthony managed to catch a quick glance of that tail as he opened the door to his room and saw some sexy blonde girl dash out of the dorm.

For some reason, Anthony didn't even notice the changes in his own body. At least not until he wandered to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. "Whoa!" he shouted in a high-pitched voice, much squeakier than the one which had woken him up.

WELL. INTERESTING.

Like, what was up with that hair!? It was like a crow's nest! And…he took of his nightshirt to look at what was underneath. What was up with that figure! If he was going to be a girl, couldn't he…she at least have gotten some grade-A, or rather D-sized, boobs!! There was practically nothing there! And she had no hips either! What kind of girl was this supposed to be!?

He…she stepped out into the common room and looked out into the hallway. Bunch of girls. So…this was a school-wide prank?

Oh well….nothing to do about it. He…She wondered if classes would be cancelled today?

Anthony dressed herself in the smallest things in his…her closet she could find and grabbed his bookbag. Since there hadn't been an announcement, she just had to assume classes were still on and started his…her way out of the dorms. Of course, she stopped in her tracks as she saw some guy(who he presumed used to be a girl) skipping down the halls. "Hey!" she called out to anyone who would listen. "Does anyone know what's going on?" Because clearly this was weird. Weird? Yup, weird.

[Dr. Sean Neville]

Sean took the mug gratefully and then reached for the carton of Half-and-Half. He needed to make the coffee sweet enough to be palatable, particularly given today’s circumstances. While bitter coffee was nothing more than a mild inconvenience, he had enough to adjust to right now, and they had both the cream and the sugar to allow him to enjoy his morning caffeine without the attendant bitterness.

He turned his head to offer his partner a smile, focusing on Josh’s eyes. The telepathy made it easier to cope, because, while he saw a woman who resembled Josh using his normative senses, he saw only his partner, just as Josh had always been, when viewed through his telepathy.

“Some of the students,” he replied, reaching up with his free hand to cover Josh’s far smaller one on his too-narrow shoulder. “I wasn’t given names, although I’m sure I could ask. None of the adults so far, but that doesn’t mean anything.”

With the exception of the dorm monitors, none of the Hammel staff lived on the Hammel campus. It was easier to check in with the students than it was to check in with the staff, who might not have yet woken to discover this, or had not yet found the courage to call in about it.

[Joshua Bernstein]

Josh heaved a sigh at this revelation, not bothering with his own coffee. He was still too dazed to think of anything beyond their present circumstances.

"You'll need to go in, then."

Since whatever this was had effected the students then of course Sean should be there, to help them cope. That was, after all, his job. The attorney wanted to be selfish and demand that his partner stay at home, but that wouldn't be fair to the students who needed their psychiatrist about. Surely he wasn't the only one having difficulty adjusting; gender dynamics were complicated, even more so when one was a teenager still forging an identity within the context of the larger world.

[Dr. Sean Neville]

Sean shook his head, which caused his hair to fall into his eyes again. He made a mental note to himself that he needed to find an alternative to that for conveying opinions, or else he would need to learn how to style a bun. Given that, even when his hair had been long by comparison in college, it hadn’t been this long, he supposed he would have to enlist the Internet for that skill while grooming.

“I don’t want to leave you home alone when you need me.”

Yes, it was his job as the Hammel psychiatrist, but Josh was his spouse. As far as the telepath was concerned, he required no consideration. Josh was his family, and he was entitled to take family time to deal with a personal situation.

“Besides, Yvette already gave me the day off.” Yvette had already acknowledged the fact that he wouldn’t be at Hammel today, and she was fine with that, even given the present situation. Obviously, his presence wasn’t as necessary as one might expect, or as necessary as either of them wanted to believe.

“If this persists through tomorrow, then I’ll go into Hammel.” Josh could still stay at home tomorrow, but Sean would go in, thus satisfying his duty towards work. But if this passed today or in the night, then they would never have to deal with it again. Whatever the cause.