[Private Texts] / [Public Video]

[velveteenwolf]

(To Lydia)
Hey, so. I don't suppose I could ask you to go shopping with me? I have a sudden and unexpected lack of clothes that fit. And I kind of need your advice with a few things. And I thought maybe we could do that talking thing.


(To Julie)
Help. The City turned me into a girl. Most of my clothes don't fit and I don't even know what to do about these things on my chest. Are they supposed to be this uncomfortable? Seriously, how do girls do this?



(To Stiles)
In the ongoing saga of the-city-fucking-hates-Peter, I'm a girl. I don't even fucking know. Can we hang out for a while and not talk about the fact that I have breasts?

 

(Public)
[The video frame is empty, but the voice, when it speaks is soft and decidedly feminine.]

Hey. City. You suck.

Comments

[studmuffin]

if you can handle the fact that i'm not the usual stiles partying in the city?

[ He's not going to pretend he's still the same old Stiles, that would be boring.]

[velveteenwolf]

sure. we can hangout and you can tell me what happened to you. because dude, seriously.

[Peter's pretty easy going, even at moments like this. And Stiles being a bit out of sorts is an easier thing to focus on than, uh, the things on his chest.]

where should i meet you?

[studmuffin]

forest?

[velveteenwolf]

be there in 10

[And she is. She's a little jittery, instead of easy and languid, but it's like her skin doesn't fit right, too tight across her shoulders, too soft in her hips. She's in a red hoodie Julie gave Peter that first day and a pair of flannel pajama pants. Most of her clothes don't fit right, leave her alone.]

[studmuffin]

[ Stiles is sitting on a tree stump and he smells Peter before he arrives. A small wave and a grin and he's speaking. ]

At least you're a hot chick?

[velveteenwolf]

Yeah, I guess.

[Except that Roman looked at her differently and she kind of liked that, and it made her really confused. She just needed to get out, get away, not deal with this for a few. But, she pauses, tilts her head and looks at Stiles as she scents the air again. No, still there.]

You smell like a wolf. Why do you smell like a wolf?

[It's comforting in that weird way that actually being around werewolves is, and so she's just going to flop down next to him.]

[studmuffin]

Because I'm a werewolf. And so are you. So we're werewolves who aren't ourselves this weekend, neat right?

[ He offers a grin. ] Think of me as 616 Stiles instead of MCU. I'm the one who got bitten instead of Scott. Small change, whole new universe.

[lefthandedgenius]

Of course. Where do you want to meet?

[velveteenwolf]

We can meet by the fountain unless there's someplace easier?

[lefthandedgenius]

See you in 20

[velveteenwolf]

[Peter's leaning against the edge of the fountain, hands busy tossing an apple from hand to hand. She's in a pair of Peter's pajama pants and a red hoodie she tries to use to cover up that she doesn't have a bra on. She keeps an eye out for Lydia because she's not exactly expecting her to recognize him like this.

Fuck.]

[lefthandedgenius]

[Lydia does show up, and she does appear quite puzzled once she does, as there is no scruffy gypsy boy to be found. She does spot the young woman, though, and offer an amenable smile as she sits down on the lip of the fountain to wait.]

[velveteenwolf]

[She takes a deep breath and walks over, biting her bottom lip for a moment. She almost wonders if she can't just wait it out, but she feels ridiculous, and then there's Roman--]

Lydia. It's Peter. I woke up as a girl and pretty much nothing fits. Can you, uhm. Help?

[Fuck that sounds ridiculous.]

[lefthandedgenius]

[Blink.

Blink.]

Wow, you make a pretty hot girl.

Of course I can help. You need a bra like, yesterday. Come on.

[The shopping, it will be epic.]

video;

[anatural]

[Korra's....not in a great mood. She hasn't had the best of days.]

That's news?

[grigio]

I don't even know what to do with boobs and I've had them for years.

But lets take you bra shopping. How does that sound? Bras and beer?

[velveteenwolf]

Lydia took me bra shopping, but, beer? Can we do beer? Stiles can't get drunk right now and I just need someone to hang out and drink with.

[grigio]

We can do beer. I'll come to you. Where are you?

[lupusalpha]

Don't do anything stupid.

[velveteenwolf]

[Alright, fine, Derek, you get Peter on video. Or, well, what his face looks like at the moment. Which is to say, like a girl's.]

Nothing to worry about, I always make excellent decisions.

[That's somewhere between ironic and lying.]

Besides, seriously, how much trouble can I possibly get into like this?

[At least as much as usual, which meant the warning was still warranted.]

[lupusalpha]

Is that it?

[velveteenwolf]

I get turned into a girl and you ask if that's it? Seriously, how bad does this shit get?

[She's exasperated and sulking in a red hoodie and pajama pants that at least hide a little bit of it.]

[lupusalpha]

Worse than growing a pair of breasts, Peter.

[velveteenwolf]

Isaac said there's some truth curse? Does that sort of crap really happen?

[He is frustrated and... yeah, okay, a little bit concerned. The one good thing about this place is that there's no of the death, none of his history.]

[lupusalpha]

Yeah, it really happens.