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[blessingone]

[Action]

[Fenimore has been pretty lucky the past couple of weeks. Despite all of the effects flying around the village, she's stayed entirely normal for the entire experiment. But, on the home stretch, her luck runs out.

On her way back from groceries, she suddenly wobbles and falls over in the village square. She starts to get back up and gather the bags she dropped, looking exactly the same as she always does, but suddenly she freezes. Slowly, she looks down at herself.] Ahh!

[Evidently from her voice and expression, she's surprised about something. Ignoring the groceries, she runs towards the nearest shop window, though it's not exactly the most graceful run ever. She wobbles as if she were drunk and even falls over a second time on the way.

Upon reaching the shop window, she looks at her reflection, apparantly stunned by what she sees, though she looks exactly the same as she always does. The expression changes to one of mild horror as she reaches up and pulls at her face.]

I'm a girl?

["She" buries "her" face in "her" hands, mumbling.] This isn't nearly as funny as when it happened to Sokka. ...Although.... ["She" peeks out from behind her hands.] It looks like I make a pretty cute girl. Hmm. [Sounding a little more optimistic, "she" actually starts to pose for "her" reflection. It seems "she" is forgetting that "she" is in public, though at least all of "her" posturing is pretty innocent.] Not bad. I guess I can live with it for a little while.

...But what's with these things? ["She" gazes at the two protruding "these things" in "her" reflection. Following "her" gaze, "her" hands move to grab them.]

What's up with this hairstyle? ["She" tugs on the two pigtails.] I'd think a female me would have a better sense of style than that. ["She" continues to study "her" reflection with an expression of concentration, not really paying attention to anyone else who might be in the square.]

[Voice]

[Later, a voiced entry pops up from a completely normal-sounding Fenimore. The experiment effect is not obvious.]

How long are these things supposed to last? It's already been a couple of weeks--I don't remember anything going on this long before. How am I supposed to walk anywhere like this?

[OOC: So Fenimore here is under two events at once. The first is an AU event, wherein everyone from her world is the opposite genders, including herself. The second effect is genderswap. So, in summary, "she" looks exactly the same as usual, but all "her" memories are of having been a boy all of her life. "She" may take some convincing that "she" hasn't changed, though.]

Comments

because four threads isn't enough, okay

[avatarsokka.livejournal.com]

[Well she doesn't seem different...]

A week, usually? At this rate, I have no idea.

we're insatiable, apparantly

[blessingone]

It's already been two weeks...or, nearly, at least. Augh, this had better be over soon!

But I guess I know how you felt now. Um...or not, since you...weren't here. [Memory differences are awkward to remember.]

Why do I keep getting RECAPTCHA on your post?

[avatarsokka.livejournal.com]

Right... what exactly has happened to you? [Nothing seems odd so far.]

It seems that the default CAPTCHA is for non-friends. Thanks for letting me know! It's changed now.

[blessingone]

Isn't it obvious? ...Oh, that's right. You probably can't tell--it's Fynmore. [He must have thought he was talking to some girl he didn't know.]

No prob!

[avatarsokka.livejournal.com]

... Fenimore. Fenimore. I haven't forgotten that much. [Haha, see? You tried to trip him up, but it didn't work.]

[blessingone]

What do you mean, Fenimore? That's a girl's name. [Said in a girl's voice.]

[avatarsokka.livejournal.com]

A very pretty girl's name, which I've always thought suited you perfectly.

[voice]

[emp3thy]

[hello, strange girl]

It probably won't last much more.

[voice]

[blessingone]

[hello, mysterious boy]

I hope it won't. But it's already gone on twice as long as...well, I think there's been another time this sort of thing went on for more than a week, but only by a couple of days. Nearly twice as long. And it's not like it's sticking to a theme this time.

[voice]

[emp3thy]

It lasting this long has to be more work for them.

[voice]

[blessingone]

Do you think so? I don't understand it at all...but I guess that would explain why it's usually only a week.

[voice]

[emp3thy]

Well, they're trying to get data from us.

[voice]

[blessingone]

How hard could it be to look at something and write it down? [<-has no idea how science works.]

[voice]

[emp3thy]

There's a lot of looking.

[voice]

[hazelrink.livejournal.com]

[...Isn't this the girl that stole her clothes forever ago?]

...It should be over soon, right?

[voice]

[blessingone]

It should have been over a week ago--if it had to start at all, that is. [A sigh.] I hope you're right.

[...Hmm? This girl seemed familiar somehow....]

[voice]

[hazelrink.livejournal.com]

I hope things haven't been too hard for you.

[voice]

[blessingone]

Well, it wasn't before now...but if it really does finish soon, I'll survive.

[voice]

[hazelrink.livejournal.com]

And what happened now...?

[voice]

[blessingone]

I.... [This was somewhat embarrassing. But "she" had sort of set "herself" up for this kind of question.] I was turned into a girl.

[voice]

[hazelrink.livejournal.com]

[...Oh well that's too bad]

...You sound like a cute girl, at least.

[prayingone]

[Shirley is out for a walk when she... sees Fenimore checking herself out in a window?]

... ... Fenimore? What are you doing?

[blessingone]

[Hmm. Maybe if "she".... Huh? That was something starting with an "f" and ending in "more", but it was a girl's name. "She" turns--yes, that was addressed to "her." But there's no recognition as "she" looks at Shirley.]

..."Fenimore"? What are you talking about?

[prayingone]

I was talking to you... [A concerned look crosses her face.] Are you okay?...

[blessingone]

Not really. Well, I'll survive. More importantly-- ["She" starts to cross "her" arms, but aborts partway through. Boobs are awkward. As are hands on a suddenly different shaped waist and hips. Eventually, such poses are abandoned and "she" just lets "her" arms drop.] More importantly, I think you've got the wrong person. My name isn't Fenimore...though I guess you could say it's a little close.