Room 507, Friday night

[nadiathesaint]

Okay, so she hadn't really done a whole hell of a lot today. Mostly, she spent it lounging around and being as girly as humanly possible, since tomorrow she would be a boy.

And wasn't that weird, to think that she was going to be doing that on purpose?

She had sorted through her minimal collection of make-up and pulled out the colors she thought would work well for Walter and his dress, made sure she knew where the shoes were and that they were still in pristine condition and not, say, clawed up by her cat. She had a corsage all purchased, and a tux, and all of that other good stuff for a formal dance, and now she was sitting on the edge of her bed, working through the chording for a song on her guitar, postponing taking one of the magical, sleep inducing, gender switching pills as long as possible.

Tomorrow would be an . . . interesting day.

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[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter had a garment bag slung over his shoulder and a bag of takeout from Ching Tai. He'd had about as much pudding as he could stand earlier in the day.

"It's Walter," he announced, rapping on Nadia's door with his shoe.

[nadiathesaint]

"Come in," Nadia called, still plucking away at the guitar.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter came in and closed the door. "So. Big day tomorrow." And he'd be just crushed if she decided to go as a girl, letting him go as a boy. Crushed.

[nadiathesaint]

But would his dress actually fit her? Who knew?

"Yes." She pointed to the strappy, heeled silver shoes. "Shoes for you,"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"How do people walk in these?" Walter took the shooks and looked them over. "I need to practice. I have a feeling I'm going to have a lot more respect for Bitterwoman after tomorrow."

[nadiathesaint]

"Shorten your stride a little. You want to step quickly from your heel to your toe." Nadia grinned at the Bitterwoman comment. "But, yes, you'll definitely want to practice. Especially dancing in them."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Right. That will have to wait until tomorrow." He glanced down at his own feet and wiggled his toes. "When I can fit in these shoes without stretching them."

He looked around for a place to hang his dress and jiggled the bag of food. "Hungry?"

[nadiathesaint]

"Ooo, yes. I haven't really eaten all day."

Nadia decides it's best that she not refer to this as being like a sleep over. Not that she's ever been to one, but she's seen them in movies and tv, and, well, the girly make up and shoes discussion was totally sleep over worthy.

"Is there anything I need to know for the tuxedo?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Here." He passed over the bag of food. "There's some beef in there, since that seems to be the Argentine national dish."

The dress he finally found a place to hang and smoothed it out. "We've been working so hard not to be emo the past few days. How are you doing?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia shrugged as she dug into the food. "I'm okay. I've been more worried about you. That . . . took my mind off of things."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"I'm okay." He came back over and pulled out a container of kung-pao chicken. "Stiff upper lip and all that, right? I have a national tradition to uphold."

[nadiathesaint]

"In Argentina we are raised to be more passionate." Nadia gave a rueful smile. "Of course, it turns out I'm actually Russian-American, so I'm not sure how I should be."

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"Like yourself seems like a good choice." Walter looked around for Furrball before sitting down on the floor. "Or do you really want to try to learn a new accent?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia switched into a downplayed Russian accent seamlessly. "Who said anything about learning a new accent?" Her smile faded. "I was with the Russians for years, Walter. I didn't forget how they spoke English."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Right."

Oops.

"Do me a favor and don't pick up an American one. They're rather grating." He dug around in the bag for some soy sauce.

"About the tux. Nothing too tricky. I'll help you with your tie, if you don't know how to do it."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia shook her head. "I don't think I will ever need one, but I will remember to try not to."

"It's a bow tie, right?" Not that she could tie a windsor knot, either. "Some help would probably be very good, yes."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Yes. Just a bow. It's the least I can do, since you'll be taking care of all my frills." And makeup and hair and salon and what the hell was he doing?

Having fun with it. Right. God help him.

"Pippi loaned me some (http://flickr.com/photos/strongestgirl/132526740/) jewelry (http://flickr.com/photos/strongestgirl/132526739/) to go with my dress, too."

[nadiathesaint]

"Oh, good! I was thinking we might have to get some accessories for you." Nadia was much happier discussing girling up Walter. He was really being very good about the whole thing. "It will be fun, I promise. We'll make you the prettiest girl there."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"You're going to look... very handsome. Worth being there with the prettiest girl." That would be a bit of ego on Walter's part, but Nadia did make a very good looking guy.

[nadiathesaint]

Gee, maybe when she was a boy she'd stop blushing so damned easily. "I'm sure we'll both turn a lot of heads." If nothing else, just because they'd done the gender swap thing.

She shook her head slightly. "I can't believe we're doing this."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"We're completely out of our minds," Walter agreed with a grin.

"And don't you like pudding?"

[nadiathesaint]

*Twitch*

Crap, she was turning into Marty.

"Weird dream. Involved pudding." Nadia tilted her head. "I don't think it was one of those dreams, though, so don't worry."

Though she wouldn't complain, if it were.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Ahh... It was very odd. Pudding everywhere. But it was good pudding. Zordon mentioned pudding in the morning announcements, but didn't say anything about it just appearing."

He was watching the twitches and stifling a snicker.

[nadiathesaint]

Wow, making people twitch on purpose was mean. She knew one sure fire way to put a stop to it: tell him what the dream was about.

But that would cause great embarrassment for her, too.

Plan B. Subject change. "So, I didn't get a chance to buy any sheets for the other bed."

Oh well, guess he'd have to share hers with her, then. . . .

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Sheets. For the bed. Right.

"Well... I've slept on it without sheets before. It's more comfortable than your chair, at least." Damn Pip.

"We should take those pills soon..." And it was just a tad disturbing to consider what they were intentionally doing this time.

[nadiathesaint]

"I guess we should." Nadia went over to her desk and dug out the packet of pills, popping two of them out.

"You know, when I decided to save these, I had no idea I was saving them for this," she said, popping one in her mouth and swallowing it dry before handing the other to Walter.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter watched her take her pill and looked dubiously at the one in his hand. No backing out now.

"There's no way I would have imagined this. Still..." He popped the pill in his mouth and swallowed, "washing" it down with a bite of his dinner. "...we'll have stories to tell about prom that no one is going to be able to match."

And which bathroom was he going to use tomorrow? Which was Nadia going to use?

[nadiathesaint]

Fortunately, the fifth floor bathrooms were almost always empty.

"Yes. And we're only freshmen, so we'll have three more years to do prom the 'normal' way." Nadia sat back down on her bed.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Exactly." Better finish this food before the pill starts to work. "At least this time we know what we're waking up to." He kind of wondered if he'd dream this time. How disturbing. "Will you sleep alright?"

Projecting his concerns? Surely you jest.

[nadiathesaint]

"I'll be okay." Nadia quickly finished off her own food, stifling a yawn. "I got the pills to help get rid of weird dreams, actually. I had trouble with them after the concussion, too."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Okay." Walter stood up to grab his pajamas from the bag he'd brought. "I'm going to get ready for sleep. Can you... um... turn around?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia did one better and stood, grabbing her own pajamas. "I'll just go change in the bathroom. I have to brush my teeth, anyway."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Perfect. Walter had plenty of time to get into his pajamas, have a moment to appreciate still being male, and dry brush his teeth before curling up on Nadia's spare bed and falling asleep.