Room 512 - Early Saturday Morning
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badassprodigyBarry wasn't really asleep. He was actually staring at the ceiling and calculating the various possibilities of why so many people were yelling incoherently this morning.
Was it alternate universe kids? Nah. Wasn't after a dance. 5% probability.
Inanimate objects coming to life? Nope. Nothing was going on in his room. 2% probability
Dorm invasion? Nah. No radio announcement from the principal. 1% probability.
Everyone becoming wee tiny? Nah. Barry hadn't changed. 5% probability
Eventually he could get out of bed and figure out what it actually was but for now he was content to let his brain flip through the probabilities.
Hey, did anybody want to know how quickly Elsa could dash up two flights of stairs while clad only in two cold-sink bracelets, her bedsheets, and a whole world of trauma?
Apparently, the answer was very. She wanted to stay in bed today, really, but she had a library shift today that she'd been terrible about actually being there for, given her sister's surprise arrival last weekend, and none of her clothing would fit, and she was very much not thinking about the rest of it, thank you.
"Barry?"
Barry sighed, slid out of bed and opened the door. He tilted his head a little at the boy standing outside. With the bracelets.
Ah. Gender switching.
100%.
"Elsa?" he asked just make sure. Assuming things can bite you in the ass.
Barry sighed, slid out of bed and opened the door. He tilted his head a little at the boy standing outside. With the bracelets.
"Elsa," she confirmed, wide-eyed and a little breathless after the dash up the stairs. "Can I come in? Please?"
Because she was sort of naked in a hallway at the moment. Kind of.
Thank you, bedsheets.
"Shit, get in," Barry said waving her... him in. "Well this is a fine fucking way to wake up, huh?"
Elsa kind of slunk into the room, that shellshocked look not leaving her face as she nodded.
"I could think of ways I'd rather wake up," she shared. "Still a girl, for example."
It was among her very favorite ways to wake up, really!
"Well at least you're not a fucking polar bear," Barry said with a smirk. "Hang on, hot stuff. I'll get you some fucking clothes that should fit. Sort of."
Elsa seemed to be a bit taller than Barry in male form.
Well, at least the 'hot stuff' comment managed to get Elsa's panicked face to fade in favour of a wrinkled nose and a side-eye.
"Sort of is better than 'not at all,'" she replied, huddling under her blanket even more. "None of my clothes fit. I woke up this morning being smothered in my own nightgown."
And then she'd panicked, and it was fortunate she had been wearing the bracelet at the time, or half the dorms would've been on ice right about now.
"How do you smother yourself in a nightgown?" Barry asked, pulling out a shirt, a hoodie and some jeans. "I got boxers. Don't worry. They're clean."
"Boxers? You mean- Oh."
Yes. Yes, she was going to be needing some of those. Well. Time to blush some more, then.
"I, um. I just suddenly didn't fit properly in it. Everything was... well, loose around the hips, and tight around my shoulders, and..." She made a bit of a strangled sound, which sounded completely alien to her with this new, much deeper voice. "And... you know!"
She was not elaborating. Ever. Thank you.
"Actually I'm not sure what you're talking about," Barry said with a teasing look as he handed over a pile of clothes. "Whatever do you mean? Was there something surprising?"
"It would be a very boy-like thing to do," Elsa noted, "to just tackle you for that one. But I won't. Because..."
Because she was still naked, and now gathering up her blanket over her chest to hold in place with one hand while she reached for the clothes with the other.
"Because I don't think either of us want that terribly much right now."
"Okay, okay, okay, I'll stop teasing you about your trauma," Barry said trying not to chuckle as he handed over the clothes. "And why are you being so shy? It's not like I haven't seen men naked before. I am familiar with the hardware."
"Because I'm not," Elsa said, just barely managing to keep from flailing her arms around. They had clothes in them! She couldn't afford to do that yet. "I can't - I'm not thinking about it."
This would work out wonderfully until the next time she really needed to pee.
"Sooo what? You need me to turn around while you dress?" Barry said with a grin and shook his head. "Okay. Not a problem."
He turned around so he was facing the wall.
"You know eventually you're going to have to deal with having a fucking penis."
Cue flailing in 3.. 2.. 1...
"I DON'T HAVE - okay I do but I'm not a - You're enjoying this way too much, you know that?"
Yes, there was the flailing. Elsa was facing the other wall just to be on the safe side, and she was sort of lost in a world of why as she attempted to find her way into Barry's boxers.
Not like that.
"There is pretty much nothing okay about any of this right now."
That seemed to sum it up well.
"... Male underwear has pockets!?"
Barry was not going to laugh. Barry was not going to laugh. Barry was not going to laugh.
"That's the fly. It's not a pocket. That's so if you have to go to the bathroom..."
He'll let Elsa finish that thought.
"I dislike you a little bit more every time you open your mouth," Elsa announced, getting the boxers pulled up and then making sure they were fastened. "I'm just now learning my way around jeans, and you're teasing me about your underwear."
No Elsa, honey. He was teasing you about your new plumbing.
"I just pull the pants on and then... this... sweater... thing? And that's it? Just that simple?"
It seemed too easy. Men's clothing had to be a trap.
"No, I'm just trying to be helpful," Barry said with a chuckle as he continued to look at the wall. "And that should be it for putting on clothes. Do you need help?"
"I... I don't even know," Elsa admitted, holding up the jeans and staring them down. "I've been dressing myself in clothing more complicated than this ever since I was a little girl, you know."
Layers. So many layers.
"I found my way into a pair of these earlier this week. I can do this. Probably."
"Okay, I'm turning around," Barry warned. "And I'm going to help. Don't fucking freak out, okay?"
Deep breath. Inhale. She was currently a boy. She was even wearing underwear! There was nothing to see, here!
"... Okay. I'm not freaking out. I'm most certainly not freaking out."
She was probably going to freak out.
And Barry slowly turned around and nodded. "Okay. So far so good," he said encouragingly. "Now with the jeans the zipper goes in the front. Make sure nothing is hanging out of the underwear or you're in for a world of hurt."
Did you turn around just to see the horrified look on Elsa's face when you said that, Barry? Did you?
"Nothing is hanging out," she choked, stepping into the jeans the way he'd instructed and... then... making certain nothing was hanging out. Her blush was pretty vivid, and there was nothing there to cover up just how far down it went.
"Well, keep that in mind on the future," Barry warned seriously. "Go slow with the zipper. You might think you're safe but..."
Barry winced and shivered. Trust him, Elsa. It's worth the embarrassment and just heed the warning.
Elsa had been just about to zip up extra quickly to get it over with, but that wince and shiver had her pause, check herself, and then pull up the zipper much more slowly.
"I'm going to take your word for it," she decided, blinking. "Um. I. Shirt?"
It had a hood on it, and that was confusing.
"Hang on," Barry said as he picked up the shirt and held it so the opening of the hoodie and the front pocket was in the right spot. "Here you go. This should cover you up."
"Thank you," Elsa muttered, still bright pink, as she wiggled her way into the hoodie. "You know, I haven't had somebody actually help me get dressed since I was... well, eight."
Around about the time all of the castle staff had been fired, in fact.
"Well this island can throw you for a fucking loop. I'm just glad to help even if it's with clothes," he said his amusement fading away and now just showing concern. "You feel better now?"
"Being dressed helps," Elsa sighed, looking down and tugging at the bottom of the hoodie, making sure that everything was covered, bottom and top. "You know, people are always talking about this one, and I never really gave it much thought. I suppose it didn't seem to compare much with things like temporarily being a mother, or becoming another version of myself. I'll have to pay much closer attention to the warnings, in the future."
She straightened up a little, attempting to regain some of her usual regal poise. And then she let that lapse again when she realized just how tall she was.
"Well I've thought about it happening but never really worried about it. I figured I'd just hang out in sweats and a tshirt and wait it out," Barry admitted. He then gave her a little smile. "Need a hug?"
She'd probably prefer her body back but he could only do so much.
"I need a hug," Elsa agreed, and then... leaned down a bit, with her arms open. Okay. This was getting weirder. "And to be shorter. It feels like I'm going to hit my head on everything."
"It's just for a couple of days," Barry said reassuringly as he pulled Elsa into a hug. And a quick kiss to the cheek if she would allow it. "Just think of it as a learning experience. It's all going to be fine."
"It's all going to be fine," Elsa agreed, holding on tight and smiling just a little at the kiss before straightening up again. "Thank you, Barry. For the reassurances and the clothes. Even if you were a brat about it."
Maybe even because he was a brat about it. That was another part of what she found so endearing about him, after all.
"Well, if I didn't act like a brat you'd probably have something to worry about," Barry half-joked. "Now if you give me a minute I can get dressed and I'll take you into town for some pancakes. Probably should drop off clothes for Mara too."
"I'm sure she would appreciate it," Elsa decided with a nod. "I'll wait in the hall for you, then, and think about... pancakes. I'll think very strongly about pancakes."
Because pancakes certainly beat thinking about everything else. Pancakes were good. Thoughts about pancakes could stay.
Barry briefly considered bringing up the concept of breakfast sausage but that joke might be too soon.
Instead he kept his mouth shut and got ready so they could have pancakes. And also try to think of other distractions so Elsa wouldn't worry throughout the weekend.
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Was it alternate universe kids? Nah. Wasn't after a dance. 5% probability.
Inanimate objects coming to life? Nope. Nothing was going on in his room. 2% probability
Dorm invasion? Nah. No radio announcement from the principal. 1% probability.
Everyone becoming wee tiny? Nah. Barry hadn't changed. 5% probability
Eventually he could get out of bed and figure out what it actually was but for now he was content to let his brain flip through the probabilities.
Hey, did anybody want to know how quickly Elsa could dash up two flights of stairs while clad only in two cold-sink bracelets, her bedsheets, and a whole world of trauma?
Apparently, the answer was very. She wanted to stay in bed today, really, but she had a library shift today that she'd been terrible about actually being there for, given her sister's surprise arrival last weekend, and none of her clothing would fit, and she was very much not thinking about the rest of it, thank you.
"Barry?"
Barry sighed, slid out of bed and opened the door. He tilted his head a little at the boy standing outside. With the bracelets.
Ah. Gender switching.
100%.
"Elsa?" he asked just make sure. Assuming things can bite you in the ass.
Barry sighed, slid out of bed and opened the door. He tilted his head a little at the boy standing outside. With the bracelets.
"Elsa," she confirmed, wide-eyed and a little breathless after the dash up the stairs. "Can I come in? Please?"
Because she was sort of naked in a hallway at the moment. Kind of.
Thank you, bedsheets.
"Shit, get in," Barry said waving her... him in. "Well this is a fine fucking way to wake up, huh?"
Elsa kind of slunk into the room, that shellshocked look not leaving her face as she nodded.
"I could think of ways I'd rather wake up," she shared. "Still a girl, for example."
It was among her very favorite ways to wake up, really!
"Well at least you're not a fucking polar bear," Barry said with a smirk. "Hang on, hot stuff. I'll get you some fucking clothes that should fit. Sort of."
Elsa seemed to be a bit taller than Barry in male form.
Well, at least the 'hot stuff' comment managed to get Elsa's panicked face to fade in favour of a wrinkled nose and a side-eye.
"Sort of is better than 'not at all,'" she replied, huddling under her blanket even more. "None of my clothes fit. I woke up this morning being smothered in my own nightgown."
And then she'd panicked, and it was fortunate she had been wearing the bracelet at the time, or half the dorms would've been on ice right about now.
"How do you smother yourself in a nightgown?" Barry asked, pulling out a shirt, a hoodie and some jeans. "I got boxers. Don't worry. They're clean."
"Boxers? You mean- Oh."
Yes. Yes, she was going to be needing some of those. Well. Time to blush some more, then.
"I, um. I just suddenly didn't fit properly in it. Everything was... well, loose around the hips, and tight around my shoulders, and..." She made a bit of a strangled sound, which sounded completely alien to her with this new, much deeper voice. "And... you know!"
She was not elaborating. Ever. Thank you.
"Actually I'm not sure what you're talking about," Barry said with a teasing look as he handed over a pile of clothes. "Whatever do you mean? Was there something surprising?"
"It would be a very boy-like thing to do," Elsa noted, "to just tackle you for that one. But I won't. Because..."
Because she was still naked, and now gathering up her blanket over her chest to hold in place with one hand while she reached for the clothes with the other.
"Because I don't think either of us want that terribly much right now."
"Okay, okay, okay, I'll stop teasing you about your trauma," Barry said trying not to chuckle as he handed over the clothes. "And why are you being so shy? It's not like I haven't seen men naked before. I am familiar with the hardware."
"Because I'm not," Elsa said, just barely managing to keep from flailing her arms around. They had clothes in them! She couldn't afford to do that yet. "I can't - I'm not thinking about it."
This would work out wonderfully until the next time she really needed to pee.
"Sooo what? You need me to turn around while you dress?" Barry said with a grin and shook his head. "Okay. Not a problem."
He turned around so he was facing the wall.
"You know eventually you're going to have to deal with having a fucking penis."
Cue flailing in 3.. 2.. 1...
"I DON'T HAVE - okay I do but I'm not a - You're enjoying this way too much, you know that?"
Yes, there was the flailing. Elsa was facing the other wall just to be on the safe side, and she was sort of lost in a world of why as she attempted to find her way into Barry's boxers.
Not like that.
"There is pretty much nothing okay about any of this right now."
That seemed to sum it up well.
"... Male underwear has pockets!?"
Barry was not going to laugh. Barry was not going to laugh. Barry was not going to laugh.
"That's the fly. It's not a pocket. That's so if you have to go to the bathroom..."
He'll let Elsa finish that thought.
"I dislike you a little bit more every time you open your mouth," Elsa announced, getting the boxers pulled up and then making sure they were fastened. "I'm just now learning my way around jeans, and you're teasing me about your underwear."
No Elsa, honey. He was teasing you about your new plumbing.
"I just pull the pants on and then... this... sweater... thing? And that's it? Just that simple?"
It seemed too easy. Men's clothing had to be a trap.
"No, I'm just trying to be helpful," Barry said with a chuckle as he continued to look at the wall. "And that should be it for putting on clothes. Do you need help?"
"I... I don't even know," Elsa admitted, holding up the jeans and staring them down. "I've been dressing myself in clothing more complicated than this ever since I was a little girl, you know."
Layers. So many layers.
"I found my way into a pair of these earlier this week. I can do this. Probably."
"Okay, I'm turning around," Barry warned. "And I'm going to help. Don't fucking freak out, okay?"
Deep breath. Inhale. She was currently a boy. She was even wearing underwear! There was nothing to see, here!
"... Okay. I'm not freaking out. I'm most certainly not freaking out."
She was probably going to freak out.
And Barry slowly turned around and nodded. "Okay. So far so good," he said encouragingly. "Now with the jeans the zipper goes in the front. Make sure nothing is hanging out of the underwear or you're in for a world of hurt."
Did you turn around just to see the horrified look on Elsa's face when you said that, Barry? Did you?
"Nothing is hanging out," she choked, stepping into the jeans the way he'd instructed and... then... making certain nothing was hanging out. Her blush was pretty vivid, and there was nothing there to cover up just how far down it went.
"Well, keep that in mind on the future," Barry warned seriously. "Go slow with the zipper. You might think you're safe but..."
Barry winced and shivered. Trust him, Elsa. It's worth the embarrassment and just heed the warning.
Elsa had been just about to zip up extra quickly to get it over with, but that wince and shiver had her pause, check herself, and then pull up the zipper much more slowly.
"I'm going to take your word for it," she decided, blinking. "Um. I. Shirt?"
It had a hood on it, and that was confusing.
"Hang on," Barry said as he picked up the shirt and held it so the opening of the hoodie and the front pocket was in the right spot. "Here you go. This should cover you up."
"Thank you," Elsa muttered, still bright pink, as she wiggled her way into the hoodie. "You know, I haven't had somebody actually help me get dressed since I was... well, eight."
Around about the time all of the castle staff had been fired, in fact.
"Well this island can throw you for a fucking loop. I'm just glad to help even if it's with clothes," he said his amusement fading away and now just showing concern. "You feel better now?"
"Being dressed helps," Elsa sighed, looking down and tugging at the bottom of the hoodie, making sure that everything was covered, bottom and top. "You know, people are always talking about this one, and I never really gave it much thought. I suppose it didn't seem to compare much with things like temporarily being a mother, or becoming another version of myself. I'll have to pay much closer attention to the warnings, in the future."
She straightened up a little, attempting to regain some of her usual regal poise. And then she let that lapse again when she realized just how tall she was.
"Well I've thought about it happening but never really worried about it. I figured I'd just hang out in sweats and a tshirt and wait it out," Barry admitted. He then gave her a little smile. "Need a hug?"
She'd probably prefer her body back but he could only do so much.
"I need a hug," Elsa agreed, and then... leaned down a bit, with her arms open. Okay. This was getting weirder. "And to be shorter. It feels like I'm going to hit my head on everything."
"It's just for a couple of days," Barry said reassuringly as he pulled Elsa into a hug. And a quick kiss to the cheek if she would allow it. "Just think of it as a learning experience. It's all going to be fine."
"It's all going to be fine," Elsa agreed, holding on tight and smiling just a little at the kiss before straightening up again. "Thank you, Barry. For the reassurances and the clothes. Even if you were a brat about it."
Maybe even because he was a brat about it. That was another part of what she found so endearing about him, after all.
"Well, if I didn't act like a brat you'd probably have something to worry about," Barry half-joked. "Now if you give me a minute I can get dressed and I'll take you into town for some pancakes. Probably should drop off clothes for Mara too."
"I'm sure she would appreciate it," Elsa decided with a nod. "I'll wait in the hall for you, then, and think about... pancakes. I'll think very strongly about pancakes."
Because pancakes certainly beat thinking about everything else. Pancakes were good. Thoughts about pancakes could stay.
Barry briefly considered bringing up the concept of breakfast sausage but that joke might be too soon.
Instead he kept his mouth shut and got ready so they could have pancakes. And also try to think of other distractions so Elsa wouldn't worry throughout the weekend.
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