Room 203, Friday Morning

Stark awoke Friday morning prepared for the worst. The worst, in this case, being still stuck in a body that wasn't really his own. Rolling out of bed, he looked down. Everything looked right. And...yes, after a quick inspection everything was indeed as it should be.

"Oh thank the Goddess," he said fervently, then added a few other deities for good measure.

Then, satisfied he was himself again, he crawled back under the blankets until it was time for class. Because being a girl was apparently an exhausting sort of experience.



[Establishy only, for I have to go to work and will not be back online for 8 or 9 hours. I kind of miss the pretty girl!Stark icons.]