Room 503, Monday Late Afternoon
Oct. 18th, 2010 06:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
exspeedydotcomWhen Roy had woken up girl again, he'd known exactly what he had to do: text Dick. Get on Titans vchat. Because Roy totally still had access.
He'd gotten back, I can't, some of us go to normal school.
So Roy had pouted and gone to the shooting range, and to the sex shop to traumatize Karla, and to the frat meeting, and given his girl body as much of a test drive as he could solo, making mental notes for future application to actual girls.
And now, finally, his phone had buzzed with a text message from Dick that he was home and what was going on?, and Roy had scrambled to his laptop, where he was now standing carefully out of webcam range while he waited for Dick to sign on.
"Okay," he said, "are you--you're wearing the mask, aren't you?"
"Um," said Dick.
"'Mano, you've gotta take the mask off. I have to see your face when you see this."
"What's wrong with your voice?"
"Just take off the mask, Dick. Come on. Humor me."
"Fine, it's off. What's so important?"
Roy sat down in his desk chair, beaming from ear to ear. "Surprise!" Yeah, that was the look he'd been hoping to see. The jawdrop was particularly gratifying. "I have tits!" Dick still didn't say anything. "What, are you speechless? Here, let me: 'Holy mammaries, Batman!'"
Dick found his voice to protest, "I do not talk like that!"
"You kind of do, 'mano. But look! Tits! I've named this one Diana," he said, "and this one is Power Girl." He frowned at it. "I don't know her real name, do you?"
"I think it might be Kara."
"I thought Kara was Supergirl."
"I think they're both Kara. Isn't that a little...okay, don't reach through the internet and punch me, but isn't that a little optimistic?"
Okay, yeah, they weren't large tits, but they were his! All his! "The smaller ones are more sensitive," he informed Dick somberly. "And I wouldn't be able to pull a bow if they were bigger." His draw was all shot to hell now, anyway.
"What did you do? Did you piss someone off? Is it a spell? Do you need me to beat someone up or track down a sorcerer?"
"Nah, dude, my school is just crazy. It'll probably wear off pretty soon."
Dick considered for a moment, then concluded, "You're a girl."
"Yep."
"You have tits."
"Yep," Roy confirmed.
"That is so cool."
"I know."
Superheroes: they handle weirdness differently.
((After he gets off the webcam, open door, open post!))
He'd gotten back, I can't, some of us go to normal school.
So Roy had pouted and gone to the shooting range, and to the sex shop to traumatize Karla, and to the frat meeting, and given his girl body as much of a test drive as he could solo, making mental notes for future application to actual girls.
And now, finally, his phone had buzzed with a text message from Dick that he was home and what was going on?, and Roy had scrambled to his laptop, where he was now standing carefully out of webcam range while he waited for Dick to sign on.
"Okay," he said, "are you--you're wearing the mask, aren't you?"
"Um," said Dick.
"'Mano, you've gotta take the mask off. I have to see your face when you see this."
"What's wrong with your voice?"
"Just take off the mask, Dick. Come on. Humor me."
"Fine, it's off. What's so important?"
Roy sat down in his desk chair, beaming from ear to ear. "Surprise!" Yeah, that was the look he'd been hoping to see. The jawdrop was particularly gratifying. "I have tits!" Dick still didn't say anything. "What, are you speechless? Here, let me: 'Holy mammaries, Batman!'"
Dick found his voice to protest, "I do not talk like that!"
"You kind of do, 'mano. But look! Tits! I've named this one Diana," he said, "and this one is Power Girl." He frowned at it. "I don't know her real name, do you?"
"I think it might be Kara."
"I thought Kara was Supergirl."
"I think they're both Kara. Isn't that a little...okay, don't reach through the internet and punch me, but isn't that a little optimistic?"
Okay, yeah, they weren't large tits, but they were his! All his! "The smaller ones are more sensitive," he informed Dick somberly. "And I wouldn't be able to pull a bow if they were bigger." His draw was all shot to hell now, anyway.
"What did you do? Did you piss someone off? Is it a spell? Do you need me to beat someone up or track down a sorcerer?"
"Nah, dude, my school is just crazy. It'll probably wear off pretty soon."
Dick considered for a moment, then concluded, "You're a girl."
"Yep."
"You have tits."
"Yep," Roy confirmed.
"That is so cool."
"I know."
Superheroes: they handle weirdness differently.
((After he gets off the webcam, open door, open post!))
