Room 206, Saturday Morning

[dwarvenswagger]

When Thorin awoke this morning, he found himself in possession of a number of things that he did not normally have. Chief among them being a bosom.

He squawked indignantly, touching his suddenly bountiful chest and then face to find that he managed grow a fuller beard as a female than as a male. Which. Um. Unfair and rude. But only par for the course since fate was ever cruel to him.

With a sigh, he pushed himself out of bed, wincing as the movement caused things to bounce. He needed to find something to bind his chest down.

[[Door closed, post totally open]]

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[seeks_truth]

Cassandra was not aware that anything out of the ordinary had occurred, but she was a bit... something... after having a date, and...

...well, she remembered vaguely where Thorin lived. Perhaps a spar would put her at ease. And his door was open, so-- "Thorin?"

[dwarvenswagger]

Thorin muttered a curse in Khuzdul under his breath, struggling to find a single pair of trousers that would stay on his hips.

"Unless you come bearing some sort of explanation for this madness..."

[seeks_truth]

Cassandra paused.

And... frowned.

"I am sorry," she called, "I did not know you had company."

[dwarvenswagger]

Thorin gave her a look for that. Because how many bearded women would be here?

"No," he said firmly. "I woke up this way."

[seeks_truth]

Cassandra did not know everyone in the school. Perhaps there was a female dwarf she had not yet met.

"You..."

She paused. "This is... what we were warned about, isn't it?"

Don't sound so shocked.

[dwarvenswagger]

"You were warned of this?"

[seeks_truth]

"I have heard talk of days or weekends where men became women, and vice-versa," she said, frowning. "So that is you, Thorin?"

[dwarvenswagger]

"Yes." He sighed. "This land is full of mischief."

[seeks_truth]

"I could have told you that," Cassandra said mildly. "And-- have. Are you all right?"

[dwarvenswagger]

"None of my clothing fits properly and my beard is filled in better," Thorin totally whined. With only royal pride. "I have had better mornings."

[seeks_truth]

"I suppose you could borrow some of my shirts if you wished," Cassandra said, "Though I am... rather taller than you are."

[dwarvenswagger]

Rude.

"I would rather have on armor." And feel less out of his own skin about this.

[seeks_truth]

Oh, Thorin. Be less pathetic. "My armor would most certainly not fit you."

[yogurtvore]

Blue was asleep when she heard the squawking. "Thorin?" she asked without opening her eyes or getting out of bed or anything. "You okay over there?"

[dwarvenswagger]

"No, I am not." The voice was decidedly higher in pitch.

[yogurtvore]

"Are you sick?" She still wasn't getting out of bed yet, and it wasn't like she could see through the baroque curtain.

[dwarvenswagger]

Thorin huffed in annoyance, tugging the curtain aside. "Of a sort."

[yogurtvore]

"Well, I'm awake now," Blue declared. "What did you do?"

It was what she would have asked Orla if she'd woken up a boy, so.

[dwarvenswagger]

"I did not do anything!"

OMG you can't just blame someone for waking up with breasts.

[yogurtvore]

"Okay, well--" Blue wondered if 'what did someone else do?' would be a useful question, but discarded it, in typical Blue fashion, in favor of practical concerns. "Do your clothes fit?"

[dwarvenswagger]

"No." And yes, he was sulking about it. "And my chest hurts."

Because nothing was restraining those puppies when he moved around. Busty lady problems.

[yogurtvore]

"I can loan you some clothes," Blue said, "but--we're going to have to get you a bra." Because even if hers would have fit, which did not look likely, she was not about to loan anyone her bra. She had limits.

[dwarvenswagger]

"A bra?" Look, he was from Tolkien, okay?

[yogurtvore]

"It's a thing you wear under your shirt to support your breasts," Blue explained matter-of-factly, because, well, Thorin had them now, there was no use being embarrassed about it. She fished a black t-shirt bra out of her drawer and showed it to him. "Like this." Only his would be bigger.

[dwarvenswagger]

"It seems very small." BECAUSE YOU ARE RANDOMLY BUSTY, THORIN.

It was a sign of the females of his line.