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nadiathesaintNadia woke up and stretched slowly after her first full night's sleep in nearly a week. She felt great. Better than great, really. She was rested, she was in England, and she was going to get to experience things today she'd never gotten to experience before.
Oh, boy, was she ever.
She stumbled over to the bathroom, then blinked into the mirror.
And blinked some more.
"¿Qué el infierno?"
She poked at the mirror. It seemed to be an ordinary mirror. She poked at her face and watched as her reflection poked at his face.
Then she pulled the waistband of her pajama pants out and looked down.
"Madre del dios, where did that come from?!"
She stared at the mirror in shock again.
She was a boy.
Oh god, she was a boy.
What was she supposed to--
Wait.
She was a boy. As in not a girl. As in doesn't look like the girl her any more.
And no one else knew.
This could be fun!
Oh, boy, was she ever.
She stumbled over to the bathroom, then blinked into the mirror.
And blinked some more.
"¿Qué el infierno?"
She poked at the mirror. It seemed to be an ordinary mirror. She poked at her face and watched as her reflection poked at his face.
Then she pulled the waistband of her pajama pants out and looked down.
"Madre del dios, where did that come from?!"
She stared at the mirror in shock again.
She was a boy.
Oh god, she was a boy.
What was she supposed to--
Wait.
She was a boy. As in not a girl. As in doesn't look like the girl her any more.
And no one else knew.
This could be fun!
