Room 407, Saturday Morning

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Emma was sleepy enough that she actually made it halfway to the door this morning before she went to finger comb her hair and found it closely cropped instead of long and flowing.

"What? No!" She looked down and began patting frantically at her chest, trying to find her suddenly vanished breasts. She wasn't even going to dare look down her pants. This couldn't be happening again.

Sure, she didn't actually think she was a guy (or a hooker) this time, but that was very small comfort.

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"Yes, yes, it's morning, everything's bad," Cordelia mumbled from her side of the room. With all her correct parts. "Go back to sleep."

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Well, that was just deeply unfair. "It's worse for some of us! Going to sleep isn't going to fix this."

At least not until the end of the weekend, but Emma didn't know that.

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"Why not?" Cordelia still mumbled. Because she got to be all nice and warm in her bed and not worried about the sudden appearance of penises.

And let's face it, Cordelia would not have handled that well anyway.

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At least then they could both have been freaked out about it.

"Uh, because I'm a guy now?" Surely Emma's voice wasn't so deep that Cordelia wouldn't notice it had dropped a register or two overnight?

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Cordelia peeked one eye open.

"I had to have heard that wrong," she decided. Even Sunnydale wasn't this mean.

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Fandom was meaner. Meaner by far.

"Unless you think I said something other than 'I'm a guy now', you didn't."

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Yep, Emma was totally a guy. Which had Cordelia sitting up and- for some reason- pulling her covers up like Emma would totally look or something.

"Why are you a guy?!"

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If Emma was going to look, she'd have done it when she wasn't freaking out about being a dude.

"I don't know, I just woke and *boom* guy-parts."

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"Well... fix it!"

Clearly that was a thing that could happen, right?

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"I don't know how!"

So, no, no it was not.

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"Did you piss off someone who put a spell on you or something?" Cordelia wondered. Since she herself wasn't affected, naturally this was a thing that only happened to Emma, right?

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Oh, if only, Cordy, if only.

"No!" Even after nearly three months on the island and the assorted craziness, Emma was still sceptical on whole magic thing. "I don't even know anyone who can."

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"Well, I'm sure there's someone on this island. They're probably being low-key about it so they can do stuff like this without getting blamed." Great, Cordelia, instill a nice sense of paranoia there.

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That was ever so helpful, yes.

"Why would they even...?"

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"Maybe you insulted them or their mother or something," Cordelia said with a shrug. "I don't know your life."

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Which was good considering the whole runaway foster kid lying about their age thing, but still...

"I haven't insulted anyone!" She'd been keeping her head down.

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"Well, then maybe they just picked someone at random. Who knows." So helpful.

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Incredibly.

"That doesn't help me."

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"Well, I don't know what to tell you," Cordelia said. "I'm not really an expert in magically turning into a boy."

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Emma had gathered that.

"I gathered that."