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[fortunefail]

... Dammit.


Looks like the experiment's finally affected me as well. I... need your assistance. And don't you dare laugh.

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[Martel]

[fortunefail]

Female.

[lots of emphasis on that one word.]

[Yuan]

[heal-theworld.livejournal.com]

So? You're still the man-person I fell in love with. Whether or not your gender has changed makes no difference. [And so ends Martel's little speech]

[Martel]

[fortunefail]

I...

It doesn't make a difference to me, but... doesn't it bother you?

[Yuan]

[heal-theworld.livejournal.com]

Didn't I just say that? It doesn't matter if you're a woman now, I still love you. Call me whatever you want, but I'm not going to stop loving you just because some mysterious entity changed your gender.

[Martel]

[fortunefail]

It's not about love. It's about... I mean...

I'd be pretty startled if the Malnosso were to change you into a man.

[Yuan]

[heal-theworld.livejournal.com]

Maybe I'm just strange. I don't know, you being a woman doesn't matter much to me. [shrugs, smiling a bit apologetically] I am probably strange.

[Martel]

[fortunefail]

Then... I suppose it's alright. Just don't show too much affection in public, or we'll be stared at.

[somewhat awkwardly places a hand on Martel's shoulder]

[Yuan]

[heal-theworld.livejournal.com]

[rolls her eyes] Like I really care what people think about me. [leans against him] So are we going out today or not?

[Martel]

[fortunefail]

We don't have much of a choice, do we?

[Yuan]

[heal-theworld.livejournal.com]

Then onward! We shall get you a bra to end all bras! [laughing now, teasing mercilessly]

[Martel]

[fortunefail]

[still not really comfortable. Also...]

... Still not wearing pants.

[Yuan]

[heal-theworld.livejournal.com]

...

Then get them on and come on! I want to go shopping sometime before you change back into a boring guy again!

[Martel]

[fortunefail]

...

[decides to not view that as an insult and turns back to reach for his/her pants.]

[Yuan]

[heal-theworld.livejournal.com]

[bounces up and down on the heels of her feet until he/she finally gets the pants on and she grabs his/her arm]

Let's go!

[Martel]

[fortunefail]

Ack!

[hastily snatches the vest from the bed before it's too late. And off they go.]