Not My Day (Safia)

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Marcus sighed. Graduation had passed and everyone but Marcus had left to go off into the real world. Honestly, he.....she didn't really care, it was just his....her grandfather who was yelling in about ten different languages(it was only one) about how the boy was a disgrace to the family. Well, at the moment he was a she so that too Marcus didn't care too much about just because that was another thing that she managed to gain a bit of grief about that she felt was wholly unnecessary. A lot of grief in fact.

Dammit, it wasn't her fault! His fault! Dammit! And it just made personal pronouns far too confusing too, Marcus didn't need that old fart to make things even more difficult for her!

A phone call came from home not more than ten minutes ago. And of course Marcus had the misfortune of being stuck as a girl for the next couple hours. Again. So there was that that she had to explain first hand. Not to her father, he was always very supportive. At least it always seemed that way. But grandpa was such a....such a....such a grumpy, disgruntled wrinkly old man, he had to go off on the girl again for having even bothered to answer the phone as a girl and for slacking on his training and of course graduation was a completely separate issue altogether.

Marcus, of course, wouldn't have it at the time and simply yelled back like rebel he was. Boy or girl, Marcus wasn't just going to stand around and take that kind of abuse, not without a fight! The end result was grandpa once again calling the young meta completely hopeless and hanging up on her without even letting her apologize. Not that she was going to. Maybe.

Maybe. She might've! She wasn't even given the chance to, so how the hell would that old codger know!?

Needless to say, emotions had been strong and Marcus needed a soda. Like a Mountain Dew. Then she'd just go back to her room and break out the tablets and sketch all day or something while Netflixing. Let's see, what was good on? Probably nothing, but there were so many other good things to re-watch, it didn't matter.

Marcus slinked down to the first floor of the dorms to the vending machine, sporting one of her favorite t-shirt that was still a size too big even as a dude. Even her dark blue jeans were a little loose on her as a guy, but now they were cinched up as much as possible with a belt that had about 5 extra inches of slack and 3 extra holes that Marcus put in himself.

She put in the dollar into the machine and collected the green can that tumbled down. Walking back towards the stairs, she dared to open it there instead of waiting to get back to her room.

Of course it would explode on her.

[Safia Chatterjee]

Safia was just getting back from going into town to grab her green anole, Smaug, some crickets from the pet store. She was finding, somewhat to her surprise, that she had almost grown fond of the boy that had been working there for a few months; he was meek, and helpful, and not at all like the large, overbearing men she so despised. Phoenix, was his name. He apparently went to school here, and Safia did think she'd seen him around with that... Other Indian kid. Oriel. Safia didn't know that one all that well, but she wasn't sure she wanted to anyway. He seemed much different than his quiet, bashful friend.

She was carting along her little box of crickets as she stepped into the dorms, long, loose hair flying around with the gentle summer breeze that brushed through the open door. It was a warm day, pleasantly so; Safia eagerly looked forward to the hotter months. She could sunbathe, and go swimming, and eat all the delicious summer food... Mmmm...

She was busy daydreaming as she stepped past the vending machines, and nearly missed the girl that was nearby. It wasn't until Safia heard the fizzle of carbon dioxide that she stopped and looked back. She saw, to her dismay, that a pretty young woman was now drenched in what she assumed was some sort of soda.

"I hate when that happens," she told the girl, frowning sympathetically. "Here, let me..." Safia set the little box on a nearby table and ran to the restroom, grabbing several paper towels before coming back and offering them to the stranger. "You might want to change anyway," she frowned. The girl was awfully drenched.

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This was just….not her day. Not in the least. As if she wasn’t already feeling like shit, now she just got herself smothered in sticky green soda that was just going to be all hella uncomforatable until she got back upstairs to change. And then her clothes were going to be sticky until she finally decided to wash them.

And then this….person comes up and just points out that…ughgh!! And then just has the nerve to run off like that, leaving Marcus behind!?

“I haaaate thissss,” she whined like a little girl. Marcus really liked this shirt too!

Marcus was nearly frozen where she was, far too drenched and sticky to feel like she could move without making things worse, either with spreading the stickiness across the carpet, or with simply feeling the ickiness of having to walk around with syrupy clothes. She moved like a robot, slowly towards the stairs, just barely making it a few feet before the girl came back with paper towels and much un-needed advice.

“I just need….to get upstairs,” she grumbled out in a low voice. “Ugh! This is gross! Mountain Dew supposed to go down your throat, not up your nose and on your clothes!” She would have smirked at that little rhyming scheme there, if she wasn’t still trying to make it to the stairwell. She glanced over at the young woman who’d come to help her. “Thank you,” she finally said, taking the paper towels and starting to dab at the sticky dampness on her arms and face. Marcus was going to have to wash her hair now…bleh, it was such a pain doing it as a girl. Why did girls have to have so much hair!?

[Safia Chatterjee]

Safia wasn't trying to make the situation worse. She was just trying to help. After all, had she found herself in the same situation, she would have liked to have someone grab her some paper towels too. Well... Unless it was some guy trying to get on her good side and woo her, then she might have refused, with all her stubborn pride.

She couldn't recall the girl's name, although then again, Safia wasn't sure she'd seen the stranger around either. She looked unfamiliar. The Indian girl hovered nearby as the girl cleaned herself up, wondering if she should do anything else. She snatched up her box of crickets, though, before she forgot them; a soft chirp emitted from inside the cardboard.

"That... Were you trying to rhyme?" Safia had to ask, a small smile tugging at her lips. She still felt bad for the girl, but it wasn't the end of the world; a quick shower and run through the washer would get rid of everything. "Yeah, sure... Is there anything else I can do?" Safia helped when she could, although she wasn't the type to entirely go out of her way to help a stranger. This had already been on the way to her dorm, so it would have been rude to do nothing.

"I'm Safia, by the way," she added with a tiny smirk. Maybe not the best time for introductions, but maybe the girl would remember her and want to pay her back sometime.

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The first thing that Marcus wanted to do after getting drenched in soda was take off his shirt…which she would of done if she were still a he. She really needed to change her shirt. “Heh,” she managed a small laugh. “Pretty good for spur-of-the-moment poetry, huh?” It wasn’t exactly poetry but Marcus was amused by it still. She dabbed away at the soda on her face. “Uhh…probably not,” she relented to the girl who’d stopped long enough to give Marcus a helping hand. Really, there was no reason for the girl to continue hovering around this drenched loser, right?

Ugh…that was depressing. As if her day hadn’t been bad enough. “I’m Marc,” she returned the introduction. “I’d shake your hand, but it’s a little sticky at the moment. I mean, gross, right?” She laughed again, but there was a clear exasperation in her voice as the stress of earlier today was piling up with the stress of what happened just now, and sheesh, probably everyone in the room was looking and had seen that and….her shirt was still wet and icky.

“Ugh…That’s it,” she announced as she reached the bottom of the stairs. “I’m not waiting, I gotta get this off now.” Marc winced at the icky as she grasped the bottom edges of her t-shirt and started to pull it over her head. “I mean, this is like über[/u] uncomfortable, really.” She did not care a lick about what she would potentially be showing off, they were just boobs and weren't even very nice ones at that!

[Safia Chatterjee]

"I'd say," Safia chuckled, amused by the play with words still. She'd never been into poetry all that much, but she could appreciate a few clever rhymes. "Oh... Okay," she replied, still hovering nonetheless. It just felt... Wrong to leave someone still drenched in soda. Especially since people were staring and Safia knew she wouldn't want to be alone with the stares if this had happened to her.

"Marc?" she repeated, a little taken aback. It seemed like a masculine name, but... Well, she wasn't to judge. "Is that short for something?" she couldn't help but ask anyway. A smile tugged at her lips. "Don't worry about it, I appreciate that you don't want to share the stickiness," Safia chuckled. While she was alright with helping, no way did she want to get any of that stuff on her.

"Hm?" she blinked, then her mouth gaped open slightly at the girl's announcement. "Are you sure you want to-?" Safia was all for being comfortable with your body, but that seemed a little - oh, well, okay then. She couldn't help but stare a little, especially since, surprise, the girl wasn't even wearing a bra. People were definitely looking their way now. "Oookay, um, how about we get up to your room then?" she said with a breathless laugh. Still clutching her box of crickets, she nodded up the staircase, a faint blush on her cheeks despite herself. It wasn't everyday you got to see a stranger shirtless. Safia couldn't help but go in front of the girl, to at least give her a little privacy against anyone coming the other way. "Do you always strip off your clothes in public like that?" she snorted as they reached whichever floor the girl lived on. "Not that I'm complaining or anything."

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“Yeah, like, I do that a lot. I mean, it’s funny, right? Something stupid and awkward happens, then BAM, random poetry.” Marcus laughed, but kept it short because it was rubbing the sopping soda t-shirt up against her chest, which was all kinds of uncomfortable still. “Ah! No I mean, if you wanted to…I really appreciate what you done so far, you know? Most peeps woulda just laughed.” So she really did appreciate it, even if it wasn’t for very long.

“Yeah,” she confirmed. For a moment Marcus forgot that he was female and that she needed to actually explain that. But when Safia asked her, clearly confused by such a masculine sounding name, Marcus laughed and slapped her palm to her temple. “Ha, yeah. Actually, it’s short for Marcu—“

”Hey Marquett!!”

The girls entire body seemed to groan at the sound of a familiar male voice which called out to the two girls. She turned her head sharply, her long(wet) hair whipping about to stick to her face. “Don’t call me that, asshole!” she roared, practically baring fangs in response to the heckle. It was something she was used to from her friends, but that didn’t mean she liked it nor did it mean she wasn’t going to scream at them every time they did it. She wasn’t even going to bother correcting him and just growled as the person left around the corner. She sighed and continued with the girl, completely forgetting what she was trying to clarify(or whether or not she had actually clarified. Marc’s brain didn’t stay on track very easy. It was immediately after that, that Marc decided to lose the shirt.

“Yeah, whatever, it’s fine, ‘snot like there’s anything to look at.” Which was true, because while a girl, Marc still had a shallow chest. Shallow enough that it could easily be hidden behind a large t-shirt, which is what she usually did anyway. “Ha. That’s the idea.” Marcus followed Safia up the stairs, not realizing why the dark haired girl was standing in front of her. Marcus folded up the shirt and flipped it over her shoulder like a wet towel. “Huh?” Marcus was a little confused at the question, but then looked down and remembered, oh yeah, girl. “Yeah, kinda,” she answered honestly, “But it’s not like you think. I’m actually—“

”Marquett!”

The blonde girl groaned again and dipped her head. There were two of them this time.

[Safia Chatterjee]

Safia was all ears as the girl was about to explain her full name, but suddenly there was a yell, which the dragon girl realized was a name (must've been the girl's name, apparently?), and Marc(?) answered... Rather violently. She blinked and stared at her with surprise. Why would someone respond badly to her own name? Maybe the way they said it or something...? Safia was confused, but kept out of it. She'd just call her Marc.

"Hmm?" she mumbled, still staring. Safia obviously thought it was something to look at. She shook her head and looked up at Marc's face again, feeling embarrassed for staring like some sort of pervy guy. "Oh, no... I think they're fine," she told her, shrugging and blushing a little more. Huh, Safia didn't realize she'd react this way to another girl's bare breasts...

She looked back as Marc seemed to being to explain something again, but once again was interrupted by two other people calling her by the same name. This time, Safia got a little irked. Marc obviously didn't like it, why were they doing it? Bullies. The dragon girl hated bullies. Which was why, as she reached the two, she shoved them both away with one arm each, effectively clearing a way between them for her and Marc to walk. She even tripped one of them, which made her grin in triumph. "Guys can be such assholes," she said to the other girl. "I hate them."

If only she knew who she was talking to...

She let Marc show the way to her room, and Safia trailed inside after, biting her lip. "Well, I guess you don't need my help washing or anything," she joked. "Just... Don't let those guys be dicks to you, alright? I'd gladly put them in their place if it happens again."

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Easily distractible, that was Marcus. So any explanation concerning the random encounters with his/her friends was lost by this point, after she had already tired to give explanation and then was so rudely interrupted. Marcus didn’t hate her friends, but they definitely got on her nerves sometimes, especially when they tried to feminize him all the time. If she were a boy right now, she doubted it would have made much of a difference with them. He was, in fact, pretty enough as a boy to pass as a girl as well. Hence why Marcus went out of his way to look as manly(tomboyishly) in either form, just to get the point across.

Of course, it didn’t help her case when she so easily lost her shirt in either form. Her defense for that would simply be that she was really a boy, so it didn’t matter, because she wasn’t really flashing anyone. Even though the real reason was just that she didn’t care. And that it was force of habit. “Ha. Thanks, I guess? God, I wish they weren’t there at all, actually. I don’t know how girls deal with having knockers that’re, like, the size of watermelons, you know? That’s gotta result in major back problems.” Marcus chuckled in her amusement. “So glad I didn’t end up with a pair of those.” Boobs were overrated, in Marcus’ opinion. Not that some weren’t nice to look at, but he’d rather just not have them himself, ever. Gaining a pair actually made him feel a bit for the girls who always complained about having ones that were too big and all the complications that came with them.

Marcus was about ready to go postal herself on the two dipwads who were heckling her, but much to her surprise, the girl who’d been following the shifter around quickly(and easily) took care of them. “Uh…thanks.” She didn’t know what else to say.

“Heh..uh, yeah. They can be, but…you know, those guys aren’t really all that bad,” she tried to explain away their behavior. “They’re just a couple of goons, you know?” She hated them? This girl hated men? Uh….well, this was awkward. Marcus was going to tell Safia the truth, but seeing as how she beat down those guys so easily….was it too much to say that Marcus was now just a little bit scared of her? Or terrified?

“Ah, ha ha…” she chuckled nervously. Did she really want this girl in her room? It was really…boyish. No way would could this belong to a girl, right? “No, not really. I think I can handle that, not like I’m gonna drown or anything, right?” What now? “Uh…thanks for your help then, I guess?” Marcus tossed the soiled shirt into the corner where a giant pile of laundry lay. She pulled her hair out from her face and curled it over a shoulder. Was she awkward? Maybe a little.

[Safia Chatterjee]

Safia snorted and looked down at herself. While she'd developed at an early age, and had been taller than most of her friends when she was younger, she was far from being big-chested now. "Yeah... I'm glad I don't have to deal with the stares and attention that would come from having them either," she replied. Because of course, women who really looked like 'women' seemed to have an even harder time dealing with men than most, and Safia hated it. It wasn't like they'd had a choice.

She just dipped her head briefly at the thanks; the smug feeling she got from putting some loud-mouthed dicks in their place was rewarding enough. "I've been taking self-defense for several years," Safia explained as they walked. No one was going to mess with her, nope.

She did snort when the girl tried to defend her 'friends'. "Yeah, well, I can't stand that sort of behavior," she muttered. Goons? That was an interesting term, and one that Safia wasn't sure she agreed with. "They're not very good friends, if you ask me." She would have been snorting smoke if she could.

Safia didn't quite notice the awkwardness as much as Marc (for obvious reasons), but she wasn't sure she could make an excuse to stick around. "Okay, yeah, of course you can," she chuckled. Safia's gaze fell, and landed back on the girl's chest; her mind fizzled a little bit. It was a very strange feeling. "Hmm? Ah, yeah, sure..." As Marc pulled her hair back, the Indian girl was hit with the sudden desire to - "Can I touch your breasts?" she blurted. And then blushed. Who the hell asked that to a near-stranger!? Sure, Safia had never felt any but her own, and she knew she was attracted to women, but... It was so... Man-like of her to ask. "N-nevermind, that was stupid," she stammered.

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Marcus barked out a laugh. “Oh, believe me, if they’re there, a guy’ll be looking no matter what size they are, no matter how you try and hide them.” She should know, seriously, Marcus looked all the time. And when they wore baggy clothes, you just had to imagine what it looked like underneath. Like, you were free to imagine where the lines were, no matter where they actually were. Though granted, Marcus kind of used the same tricks, but that was mostly because s/he was too lazy to change into something that actually fit.

“You have? That’s kind of….wow, that’s impressive. I mean, I’ve thought about doing that kind of thing myself, but…” She held up her arm, showing off her floppy bicep. “I got noodle arms, ha ha.”

Marcus could see her point, but unless she knew what was really going on, then it probably wouldn’t make sense. And…Marcus wasn’t about to tell her what was really going on. “They really really don’t mean anything by it. Heck, i’d probably do the same thing to them, given the chance.” Marcus chuckled again.

“Yeah,” she said, shrugging up a shoulder. It was already getting awkward and Marcus was wondering if there was anything else that could be done or said without just simply shooing the other girl out of the room so that Marcus could go shower up. But… “W-wait what?” she stuttered, shocked at the sudden unordinary request. Her face flushed just because….how does one respond to that??

She’d actually gotten the request from her friends…as jokes…but never from a girl. And this didn’t seem like a joke.

“I-uh….uh….sure!!” Why did she agree? Stupid stupid stupid!!

[Safia Chatterjee]

Safia snorted disdainfully. "Men." She had to admit, even she couldn't help but give a long look at a particularly attractive female figure sometimes, but at least she wasn't a pig about it. Not like all these horny little twerps that were running around Hammel letting their hormones control their actions. "No self-control..."

She smiled thinly at the other girl, giving a small chuckle and holding up one of her own arms. "I'm not exactly built myself, but I'm stronger than I look," she told Marc. "If it's something you're interested in, don't let your build keep you back." Safia was all about empowering women to do what they wanted.

When Marc tried to pass off the ordeal as nothing again, Safia bit her lip, but eventually shrugged. "If you say so," she replied, a tad confused. "I'd say you should find some nicer friends, though." And female.

But now she was incredibly embarrassed with her very... Well, hormonal response. Safia cursed at herself for seeming like such a hypocrite. Still... She was a girl too, so it wasn't the same. Not like she was asking to touch a guy's penis or something (not that she ever would, ew). Her face felt very hot, and she was about to flee the room when the girl responded...

"... Really?" she stammered, eyes going wide. "I-I.... Okay..." Hesitantly, Safia lifted her hand until it was chest-level, and brought it to rest against the soft curve of Marc's chest. She took in a deep, slow breath as she felt around, enjoying the plushie feel of the object at hand. "I've never done this before," she admitted sheepishly with a nervous look at the other girl. Safia let out a quiet laugh. "It... Feels nice." After a few moments, she dropped her hand again and shuffled awkwardly. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have put you in an uncomfortable position like that, asking something so weird out of the blue," she mumbled, dipping her head. "But... Thank you."

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“Yeah…ha ha…men.” Marcus should feel guilty about not telling Safia the truth about him/herself but….she also wasn’t, because this chick was scary and Marcus kind of liked living.

“I guess….but I think I might just be too lazy too, to do that sort of thing. I mean, there a lot of other things I can be doing too, right?” And to Marcus, exercising was kind of a waste of time that she could be using…well doing other things. Marcus had a million other things she liked to do, which was evident by the clutter found in her room. It was almost like she couldn’t decide on a hobby or something. “Maybe. I mean, I got some friends who don’t do that kind of thing, but I’ve just come to accept that if there’s something for someone to make fun of, then they’re going to do it. In that case, the best thing to do is either get butt-hurt about it, or find something on them to make fun of.” Marcus definitely did that, if she could. “They’re going to do it anyway, so may as well have some fun.” Though it was clear that Marcus was hardly having fun back there. Well, maybe a little.

Marcus just wished he knew what to do in this sort of situation. Like, strictly speaking, if Marcus was a real woman and Safia was a guy, then what she asked of Marcus would have been something akin to sexual harassment and the exact sort of thing that Safia would have apparently beaten a guy for asking. But…Safia was a girl…and Marcus was a guy…being a girl….there were just way too many confusing gender elements for Marcus to figure out what was what.

Marcus just gave a flat smile and…stood there as Safia brushed her hand against the protrusions that were barely even breasts. It was…incredibly awkward. She didn’t know what she was supposed to do. It didn’t feel…horrible. “Uh….I…actually never had anyone…before…” Geeze this was awkward. When Safia dropped her hand and apologized, Marcus was quick. “No! Don’t…don’t worry about it!” she exclaimed, waving both hands in front of her. “I’m fine!” She put on a smile and pointed to it. “See?”

[Safia Chatterjee]

Safia had to chuckle. "You must just have a really high metabolism, then," she replied, glancing up and down the girl's thin figure. If she was that inactive, it had to be the case. "What do you like to do?" she asked curiously. Might as well get to know the girl, right? She was pretty, after all, and Safia had seen her boobs already, so it... Could turn into a friendship, or something. She wasn't sure she wanted to be friends with any of Marc's, though. "So you all just shoot insults at each other all the time?" she replied, thinking that sounded pretty... Not fun. Then again, Safia was actually pretty sensitive, she just showed her sensitivity by exploding at people. "Well, whatever works for you. Just don't be surprised if I end up hitting one of your 'friends' if they try that with me." The Indian girl sent him a dangerous smirk.

She felt awfully guilty for her sudden, unexpected question. Safia herself didn't know the... Rules... That were appropriate for women interacting. She had yet to even kiss one properly. And now she'd just blurted out her desires like a horny teenage boy... She was going to have to do some serious meditating after this.

She couldn't deny that she enjoyed it, though. Safia decided she wanted to see more of this Marc girl. "I, uh, I bet not," she replied sheepishly. The Indian girl scuffed her foot against the ground and peered up at the other girl. "... They feel nice," she told Marc with a blush. Safia laughed a bit as she pointed to her smile, wrapping her arms around her own waist. "You're a good sport," she said. "I, um... I should get going before I do something even more stupid and invasive." She began to step back, towards the door. "I, um... I'll see you around?" Safia would have offered her number, but she felt too awkward after what had just happened, so she offered a smile and a sheepish wave as she started to exit into the common room.

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“Probably. I mean, I’m not unhealthy, just I’m not packing any meat and probably would feel whipped after running a tenth of a mile.” The boy(or girl) had no stamina what-so-ever. The only thing that kept her going many days was the sheer will of her guts! And lots of cookies.

“I, uh….what do I like….?” Marcus blushed because the first thing that came to mind was, well, sex. But she figured that maybe Safia didn’t want to hear about that. “I…I dunno. Lots of things, you know? Uh…” Marcus looked around her room for inspiration. “Oh! I draw!” she said as if she just remembered. Marcus dove across her bed(still shirtless) and nabbed her sketchbook that she’d stashed between the bed and the wall, then rolled back over to Safia with it. “I do a lot of other artsy stuff, but mostly I draw.” She chuckled sheepishly as she flipped to a page of something she done last week. Or was it the week before?

She snapped her head up as she continued to flip through her sketchbook. “Huh? Oh yeah, it kind of turns into a game sometimes. Ha ha…” Marcus smiled like a goof. The insults bugged her, but she got over them pretty quick. Sometimes. “Yeah, I’ll tell ‘em to lay off, no worries!” Marcus sent Safia a salute. Marcus would probably also have to apologize to them for how Safia treated them. She didn’t know that Marcus was just another one of the guys.

Marcus blushed, feeling awkward about her last answer. She was pretty sure that Safia took it to mean that Marcus was a virgin…probably. Marcus really hadn’t had anyone touch her breasts that way before…and definitely not a girl. “Thanks,” she said meekly, combing a lock of hair behind her ear. “Oh, no! Don’t worry about it, you’re not being…invasive.” She managed a smile. “Yeah, I’ll see you around. We should…I don’t know, do something sometime maybe?” Like a date? Omg, Marcus that would just be too—! “If you want.”