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JonBuck: Removing category.

2007-12-20T08:42:50Z

Removing category.

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JonBuck: On hiatus

2007-12-20T08:41:56Z

On hiatus

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JonBuck: Reverting category

2007-10-01T04:27:51Z

Reverting category

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JonBuck: Modern magic category

2007-10-01T03:53:15Z

Modern magic category

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JonBuck: /* {{Separator|k|Chapter IV: Magic}} */ Typo fixes.

2007-09-30T07:36:44Z

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	If she was going to be in character, she would have just taken it off and left the store without it. Her mother had been trying for months to get her to wear something that better flattered the body Nature had given her. To feel good about how she looked. Cindy didn't have the heart to tell her mom that she really didn't see the point. Boys could like her as she was, or not. She wasn't going to spend valuable time and energy on pointless primping. Oh, she still wore makeup and earrings, but there was a point where it just became excessive.		If she was going to be in character, she would have just taken it off and left the store without it. Her mother had been trying for months to get her to wear something that better flattered the body Nature had given her. To feel good about how she looked. Cindy didn't have the heart to tell her mom that she really didn't see the point. Boys could like her as she was, or not. She wasn't going to spend valuable time and energy on pointless primping. Oh, she still wore makeup and earrings, but there was a point where it just became excessive.

	Alicia had called her a cold fish, an observation that Cindy agreed with. Patrick had known a few girls like Cindy in high school. Unapproachable ice queens ''nobody'' wanted to ask out. The worst spent time taunting the boys, going so far as to take them out for dates and then cruelly dump them on their doorsteps to watch them squirm. Not so say some of them didn't deserve it, but...		Alicia had called her a cold fish, an observation that Cindy agreed with. Patrick had known a few girls like Cindy in high school. Unapproachable ice queens ''nobody'' wanted to ask out. The worst spent time taunting the boys, going so far as to take them out for dates and then cruelly dump them on their doorsteps to watch them squirm. Not to say some of them didn't deserve it, but...

	''I never did anything like that,'' she thought, though she had gained that notoriety anyway. It was more that being a late bloomer had made her suspicious of any guy who had asked her out, and a lingering bitterness at being treated so horribly before then. By the time she'd graduated she wouldn't have given most of the guys the time of day, let alone dated any of them. And the girls...		''I never did anything like that,'' she thought, though she had gained that notoriety anyway. It was more that being a late bloomer had made her suspicious of any guy who had asked her out, and a lingering bitterness at being treated so horribly before then. By the time she'd graduated she wouldn't have given most of the guys the time of day, let alone dated any of them. And the girls...
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	"We need to get you in red. You look good in red," Alicia said. "And green, and blue..."		"We need to get you in red. You look good in red," Alicia said. "And green, and blue..."

	Two hours later they had gone from one end of the tiny mall to the other, actually buying little but trying on much, just to see what ~~Cidy~~ liked. Alicia was all smiles, having spent most of that time encouraging her new friend to experiment. To branch out a little. To stop being such a cold fish. But being called that multiple times started to wear thin. "Now, just wait a second, there," Cindy said. "I'm not really that bad, am I?"		Two hours later they had gone from one end of the tiny mall to the other, actually buying little but trying on much, just to see what Cindy liked. Alicia was all smiles, having spent most of that time encouraging her new friend to experiment. To branch out a little. To stop being such a cold fish. But being called that multiple times started to wear thin. "Now, just wait a second, there," Cindy said. "I'm not really that bad, am I?"

	Alicia looked left and right, then took them into a secluded nook in the corner of one of the clothing stores. She put her hand over her chest and spoke quietly. "Cindy dear, there's really two things going on here. First is that I want you to enjoy being a girl. I don't care if shopping is stereotypical. It's what we women do with our friends to have a good time. Estrogen? We're soaking in it.		Alicia looked left and right, then took them into a secluded nook in the corner of one of the clothing stores. She put her hand over her chest and spoke quietly. "Cindy dear, there's really two things going on here. First is that I want you to enjoy being a girl. I don't care if shopping is stereotypical. It's what we women do with our friends to have a good time. Estrogen? We're soaking in it.
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	"Second is that the owner of that body really ''is'' a cold fish. But I see a lot of potential here, since you're not exactly her. And if we're going to be living together in the same room, I think it would do both of us a world of good if I could help you come out of your shell a little and have some fun. Okay?" She looked up a little, then smiled at her. "Don't look now, but we're being watched."		"Second is that the owner of that body really ''is'' a cold fish. But I see a lot of potential here, since you're not exactly her. And if we're going to be living together in the same room, I think it would do both of us a world of good if I could help you come out of your shell a little and have some fun. Okay?" She looked up a little, then smiled at her. "Don't look now, but we're being watched."

	At Alicia's urging, Cindy had dressed in a less conservative and more colorful outfit. The new fabric felt a little harsh against her skin, but the rouge tank top and brown knee-length skirt exposed enough skin to make her feel slightly exposed. Add hoop earrings and three-inch heels, and part of her felt wobbly. She's known that dressing this way would likely attract attention, but she apparently looked good enough to being a couple of young men in to get a closer look inside the women's clothing store.		At Alicia's urging, Cindy had dressed in a less conservative and more colorful outfit. The new fabric felt a little harsh against her skin, but the rouge tank top and brown knee-length skirt exposed enough skin to make her feel slightly exposed. Add hoop earrings and three-inch heels, and part of her felt wobbly. She'd known that dressing this way would likely attract attention, but she apparently looked good enough to being a couple of young men in to get a closer look inside the women's clothing store.

	She tried smiling back, until she saw the frat house pins on their shirt collars. Phi Beta Chi. These were Juniors, at least. Someone from their fraternity had actually approached Patrick practically on Move In Day, ~~encouraging~~ him to join. Having done some research on this particular fraternity, he'd turned them down.		She tried smiling back, until she saw the frat house pins on their shirt collars. Phi Beta Chi. These were Juniors, at least. Someone from their fraternity had actually approached Patrick practically on Move-in Day, practically demanding him to join. Having done some research on this particular fraternity, he'd turned them down.

	She gave them a cold look. "Move along, boys. Nothing to see here."		She gave them a cold look. "Move along, boys. Nothing to see here."

JonBuck: Adding chapter breaks.

2007-09-30T03:38:58Z

Adding chapter breaks.

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	Freshmen at the Hobbes Athenaeum occupied a very low place on the totem pole. Its founders had been English immigrants and brought all their ideas about education from there, though over the decades American pedagogy had slowly seeped in to the curriculum. Americans did magic very differently from their European counterparts. And at the college level it required knowing the basics of elemental manipulation backwards and forwards. ''Everybody'' grew up learning basic cantrips and even a little divination in high school. It was ''here'' that the truly talented began to shine.		Freshmen at the Hobbes Athenaeum occupied a very low place on the totem pole. Its founders had been English immigrants and brought all their ideas about education from there, though over the decades American pedagogy had slowly seeped in to the curriculum. Americans did magic very differently from their European counterparts. And at the college level it required knowing the basics of elemental manipulation backwards and forwards. ''Everybody'' grew up learning basic cantrips and even a little divination in high school. It was ''here'' that the truly talented began to shine.
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	"Miss Kern, I need to speak with you and Mister Rowe for a few minutes," Rangel said. "Please follow me to the library."		"Miss Kern, I need to speak with you and Mister Rowe for a few minutes," Rangel said. "Please follow me to the library."

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	The body-swapped students walked uncomfortably side-by-side behind Dr. Rangel, trying to look out of the corners of their eyes rather than at "themselves" directly. The geas actually made it easy to think of the person next to them as someone else, and the bodies they now possessed felt superficially natural. But after only a few hours, everything still felt alien and new. They were in a state of physical limbo, their altered body-consciousness at least allowing them to function. Cindy felt like she was getting used to the bra, at least.		The body-swapped students walked uncomfortably side-by-side behind Dr. Rangel, trying to look out of the corners of their eyes rather than at "themselves" directly. The geas actually made it easy to think of the person next to them as someone else, and the bodies they now possessed felt superficially natural. But after only a few hours, everything still felt alien and new. They were in a state of physical limbo, their altered body-consciousness at least allowing them to function. Cindy felt like she was getting used to the bra, at least.
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	~~{{add\|~~Hot water showered against Cindy's chest.}} The air was filled with fog as the hot moisture rose up from floor to ceiling, beading on the pink tile behind the shower head. ''God, that feels good,'' she thought. The showers here were ''better'' than the ones in HH. The water felt somehow softer, and the lavender soap from her personal care kit filled her nostrils. Cindy sighed, feeling calm for the first time since the whole thing started. The lathered soap felt quite nice, and she sighed with relief. However long it lasted.		Hot water showered against Cindy's chest. The air was filled with fog as the hot moisture rose up from floor to ceiling, beading on the pink tile behind the shower head. ''God, that feels good,'' she thought. The showers here were ''better'' than the ones in HH. The water felt somehow softer, and the lavender soap from her personal care kit filled her nostrils. Cindy sighed, feeling calm for the first time since the whole thing started. The lathered soap felt quite nice, and she sighed with relief. However long it lasted.

	She wasn't the only girl in the bathroom. All the other showers were in use. She could hear the others as their feet pattered around on wet tile floors. ''Other girls,'' she thought, trying to soothe the stormy emotions that seemed to have tight control of her actions. ''I'm one of them, for now. So just go with it.''		She wasn't the only girl in the bathroom. All the other showers were in use. She could hear the others as their feet pattered around on wet tile floors. ''Other girls,'' she thought, trying to soothe the stormy emotions that seemed to have tight control of her actions. ''I'm one of them, for now. So just go with it.''
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	The young woman caught the tossed handbag, then rushed out at speed.		The young woman caught the tossed handbag, then rushed out at speed.

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	''I'm showered, I'm dressed, and shockingly, I'm early!'' Patrick thought. No Monday Morning Mussies, as Lydia always called it. As organized as Cindy was, she could never get out the door on time on Monday mornings, no matter how hard her parents tried. This was a habit he didn't mind having.		''I'm showered, I'm dressed, and shockingly, I'm early!'' Patrick thought. No Monday Morning Mussies, as Lydia always called it. As organized as Cindy was, she could never get out the door on time on Monday mornings, no matter how hard her parents tried. This was a habit he didn't mind having.
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	"One year."		"One year."

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	{{add\|Afterwards, Patrick wondered what made him follow through with it.}} Masculine bravado? No matter the actual reasons, he felt committed now. And with only a few days before classes started, there were things to do, anatomy to get used to, and a "best friend" who was giving him the cold shoulder.		{{add\|Afterwards, Patrick wondered what made him follow through with it.}} Masculine bravado? No matter the actual reasons, he felt committed now. And with only a few days before classes started, there were things to do, anatomy to get used to, and a "best friend" who was giving him the cold shoulder.

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2007-09-29T23:29:17Z

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2007-09-07T07:16:35Z

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-It was abundantly clear to Patrick that his female doppelganger was taking this harder than he was.  But then, he'd had almost eighteen hours to prepare for what was coming the next day.  He was very, very tired now.  Though it was mostly just physical exhaustion.  Rhonda and the Sophomores had run them hard around the campus paths.  In the sultry late summer heat outside the library, he felt himself sweat.  He and Cindy hadn't said a word to each other since the two administrators left.  There was some mutual anxiety between them.  They seemed to know the basics of being male or female, but anything deeper was an unknown.
+It was abundantly clear to Patrick that his female doppelganger was taking this harder than he was.  But then, he'd had almost eighteen hours to prepare for what was coming the next day.  He was very, very tired now.  Though it was mostly just physical exhaustion.  Rhonda and the Sophomores had run them hard around the campus paths.  In the sultry late summer heat outside the library, he felt himself sweat.  He and Cindy hadn't said a word to each other since the two administrators left.  There was some mutual anxiety between them.  They seemed to know the basics of being male or female, but anything deeper was an unknown.  There were so many questions he wanted to ask her.
-Patrick stood alone with her on the library steps, looking at Cindy.  She was looking at the pavement, with a thoughtful look he recognized as an ingrained habit of his in that body.  He found himself at a loss for words, and wondered if it was his new male brain.  He wanted to say ''something'' to comfort her, very strongly.  "Look, it's been done before," he finally said.  "We'll get through this."
+Patrick stood alone with Cindy on the library steps, just looking at her and trying to find something he could ask openly without evoking the geas.  She was looking at the pavement, with a thoughtful expression he recognized as an ingrained habit of his in that body.  He continued to find himself at a loss for words, and wondered if it was his new male brain.  He wanted to say ''something'' to comfort her, very strongly.  "Look, it's been done before," he finally said.  "A couple dozen times.  We'll get through this."
 She was looking at the business card Trudy had given them.  "She's one of the Trustees.  I'm amazed they'd be in on this."  She looked up, finally, right in his eyes, and sighed.  "I'm never going to get used to that."
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 "See you then," she replied.  "Good night."
-Patrick watched her walk away, and found he was looking at her behind as it swayed away into the twilight.  His loins stirred despite himself, and he grimaced.  ''Okay, that's just too messed up.  That's my body that's walking away...''
+Patrick watched her walk away, and found he was looking at her behind as it swayed away into the twilight.  His loins stirred despite himself, and he grimaced.  ''Okay, that's just too messed up.  That's... uh... a really nice body that's walking away.  Crap!''
 But apparently the one he now possessed didn't know that, and didn't care.  ''Okay, so that's what that feels like.  Erk.''  He felt himself blushing, then checked his watch.  He still had an hour until the mandatory dorm meeting.  ''Think I'll just walk around a bit until things go soft.''
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