entrancelogs | [021] & [005]

[Yeah, you know what, next time Jesse's just... Not gonna leave his room. No exploring, no wandering, just smoking up the bedroom like nature intended.

(The beds and the dreams, whatever, he's over that by now. The girl thing can suck it, though.)

Still, despite his less than irresistible urge to leave his room, like, ever again, the fact remains that if he wants real food- and he does- he's gonna have to take a trip down to the kitchen.

He doesn't bother going outside his usual routine of throw-on-clothes and walk-out-door, and so when he finally shuffles downstairs, he's barefoot and, for lack of a better word, a mess: his hair, his long hair that'd been SO ANNOYING trying to sleep with the night before, is pulled up inexpertly in a hasty bun on top of his head, the pieces that've escaped the too-loose band sticking up this way and that; he's wearing his usual clothes, though they're even bigger on him now, if that's even possible, t-shirt sliding off of his shoulder and hanging down to just under his kneecaps, obnoxiously patterned pajama pants massive and tied as tightly as possible, rolled up to allow him to walk without tripping...

It's... Not pretty. He looks as tired as he would after the world's most intense sleepover, and as crabby as if someone at said sleepover put his bra in the freezer as a joke. Yeah, real funny.

(He'd nixed the bra after like five minutes the day before- fuck that noise.)

IN ANY CASE, he barely pays any attention to the unfamiliar dude who's already in the kitchen, just a generic "yo" before reaching into the fridge for the milk, completely unrecognizable... Except for his tattoo; his sleeves may come down past his elbows, but that much, at least, is visible, dark against his paler-than-usual skin.]

[The 'yo' is so jarringly familiar, and Bela has to turn to look at whomever was addressing him. She can only see the back of them at the moment but talk about a mess: from the hair right down to the clothes. Bela shouldn't be judgy but she wouldn't really let anyone see her in such a state. Artfully messy hair and expensive silk pjs all the way for her.

She sets down her tea mug, looking over the woman until her gaze settles on the tattoo. Oddly familiar, just like the yo.

It can't be, right? But if Bela could be turned into a man, then surely...]

Jesse? Is that you? [She's still getting used to the deep masculine voice, yep.]

[Yeah, over the course of the past twenty-four hours, Jesse has discovered a true appreciation for some of the shit girls pull to look the way they do. Is he upset that he looks like a wreck? Maybe a little, just because despite his, uh, questionable fashion choices sometimes, he does actually give a shit about his appearance... But the amount of work it'd take to get his hair to look like anything other than a rats nest and finding clothes that fit his ridiculously tiny and also out of place frame are just not worth it.

All this to say that yeah, he gets the whole "artfully messy" thing, now. It's totally work.

Jesse remains entirely oblivious to the guy's scrutiny up until the part where he says his name, at which point he turns, box of trashy cereal and all, and gives him a look.]

Uh, yeah.

[He frowns at the dude. DAMN YOUR LACK OF DISTINGUISHING TATTOOS, BELA. Give him a hint he needs a hint.]

[She could give him some tips on his hair and clothes if he asked. But it seemed a little weird, even for her. Bela had spent some time figuring out what kind of clothes fit her newly acquired body, right down to what complimented her skin tone. She didn't do things by half.

Bela looks at Jesse when he (she?) turns around to face her, taking in the whole person now that she had a chance. This was so surreal. Weird. And any kind of adjectives that she could think of at this moment.]

Strange. Seeing you like this.

[The accent isn't a clue? Maybe Bela has to give him a bit more to go on. Maybe she didn't want to tell him. But he had to know, right?]

It's Bela. Just not the one you're used to.

[See, under normal circumstances, the accent would have been a clue. If she'd been transformed into, say, a pineapple, the accent would have totally given it away.

Because pineapples are way closer to people than dudes are. ...Well, they're closer to usually-definitely-very-female people, anyway.

WHAT.]

It's-- wait, what??

[He gapes. What... The hell. Seriously? He gives her a once over, taking in those small details like her impeccable sense of douche-guy fashion. It'd almost be funny if he wasn't so completely thrown by it.]

So I guess you couldn't resist the thingy either, huh? [He tips his head back with a sigh, setting the cereal box down and turning to lean against the counter in exactly the same way he would have had he been in his own body.] Messed up, yo, I feel like I just walked into a friggin' bug zapper...

[At least he's not dead. Just gotta keep thinking of it that way. Worse things can and have happened to him, so...

He's still not super thrilled about it, though.]

[Thank god she wasn't turned into a pineapple. Or any other kind of fruit.

Bela is just going to give him the time to process what she just said, picking up her mug of tea and nonchalantly drinking from it as if it wasn't a big deal. After this was all over, they'd probably be laughing about it.

Hopefully.

She sets the mug down again.]

What? I was curious. You think I'd learn from all the weird things that happen in Wonderland to not go and look at the new gazebo.

Messed up is fairly accurate, considering the circumstances. [Bela sighs, drumming her fingers on the table.]

So. What's been the most difficult to adjust to?

[He's sort of laughing about it now, actually, because seriously-- what else is there to do?

And her question definitely makes him laugh, even if it's only a little. Where to start...]

Uh, well... The hair's a pain in the ass but I fixed that- [he taps his travesty of a bun, which causes the tie to loosen and more hair to slip out over the back of his neck] oh come on, really? --and I can't reach some stuff in my room, so that sucks... But, uh... Yeah. I'm gonna have to go with the whole disappearing junk thing, I think.

[He makes a face and reaches to pull his shirt up over his shoulder.]

No contest, it's too weird... [He shifts his weight from one side to the other, trying to ignore the extremely foreign sensation of absolutely nothing going on downstairs. W E I R D.] How about you? It looks like you and the clothes are getting along okay.

Fixed it? [An eyebrow shoots up.] Jesse, your hair. It looks-well, it could look better.

[Bela should have known the answer already. Men were so attached to their 'junk', both literally and figuratively speaking. Still, to actually hear those words coming from a female version of him was kind of funny.]

Of course. Losing your manhood. [Whereas she had the opposite problem.] Doesn't matter what gender I am, I still have an impeccable taste in clothing. Dressing myself isn't the problem but if you want an honest answer?

Morning wood. Sometimes, it doesn't even happen in the morning. It just does its own thing. [Ugh. Just ugh. Can this be over soon?] I miss my curves. Being able to move in a slinky dress. But mostly having something a little extra where it shouldn't be.

[Jesse's hand shoots up to his hair again, twitching against the mess before dropping, helpless, back to the counter. Yeah, yeah, he's out of his element, okay? Because as it turns out, fashionably tousled is a lot harder to pull off when you have a nest of hair and not... You know. Regular hair.

He doesn't comment on that, though, because the talk of "manhood" being lost has him balking... Albeit in a playful sort of way.]

Whoa, whoa. No. No way, my manhood is totally intact, like... One-hundred percent. [Said the five-foot nothing slip of a girl.] It lives up here. [Jesse taps the side of his head again, which causes what was left of the bun to give up entirely; he slides the tie out (with all of the fuss that comes from having bits of hair still somehow wrapped around it despite it being entirely useless to actually do what it's supposed to) and sets it around his wrist for the time being, pouting slightly.

A manly pout.

...And then the most manly peals and snorts of laughter ever, because "morning wood" coming out of Bela's mouth in any capacity just... He can't take it, it's priceless. He nearly folds in half, groan-laughing as he drags his hands down the sides of his face.

...You'll have to give him a second, here, to get back upright.

...

Okay, there we go.]

Oh man-- [He sucks in a lungful of air, stifles those last few tremor-chuckles, and resettles himself against the counter.] Sorry, it's totally not funny, but, uh-- [He rubs at the corners of his eyes. You got him Bela, thanks. He needed that, Jesus.] Yeah. Yeah, that definitely, uh... Happens.

[He sniffs, rubs at his nose.] Oh my god. Anyway, yeah, I'm definitely pretty much over this. It's been like a whole day... When'd you go over there?

[No matter how much he tried to poke at his hair, there was no way he was going to make it look any better. It's too bad that Bela didn't have any hair straighteners and a few pins to style the hair up a little for them. Maybe she'd give him fashion advice.

Any thoughts she had about helping Jesse went out the window when he starts laughing at her. Is she petty? Hell yes. She doesn't find the situation funny at all. Morning wood just sounded like the best way to describe things without getting a bit too descriptive. Now Bela was beginning to think that anything she said with regards to her newly acquired bits would have Jesse in stitches because he was immature.]

No. It isn't funny. [Her lips are pursed, tone icy. If Jesse wants to get laid again after they're back to normal, he better make things up to her.]

Two days ago. I haven't really ventured outside of my room much. [She might be glaring at him right now.]

I love how you find my situation so amusing, Jesse.

[HE IS VERY IMMATURE, NO ARGUMENT THERE.

He doesn't miss the frostiness of her tone, though, and he's not so oblivious to the severity of her plight that he doesn't clear his throat again with a slight duck of his head.

Thin ice, bro. Thin ice...]

I'm sorry, seriously-- It's really not funny. Like, not at all. [He lifts his hand again to scratch at the side of his neck and push the hair that's tickling it away. God, that's aggravating...] It's just... Man, I don't even know where I'd put this one on a list of events from 'least fucked' to 'kill me now', you know? It's... So weird. I mean it totally sucks but we're not dying or anything...

[He makes a face.]

Even though I totally thought I was gonna suffocate trying to sleep last night, how do girls even lie on their stomachs...? [His eyes drop to his chest, and he has to really work to resist the urge to give "his" boobs a prod.] And mine aren't even that big. How do you do it?

[If someone had told Jesse only a few months ago that one day he'd be talking about boobs in a conversation that has nothing to do with his nigh-unrelenting desire to play with them, he'd have called them a liar and sent them on their way... And yet.

Here we are.]

[Very thin ice if he wasn't careful.]

Trust you to put things into perspective for us. [Less frosty now.] I am glad that we're not dying or in immediate danger, but it doesn't mean I'm enjoying the current situation I'm in. I doubt you are either.

[God how she wants to fix that hair of his.]

For one thing, I don't sleep on my stomach. [She takes a quick look at his chest, deciding that yes, her own breasts are considerably bigger than his current body. This was such a strange discussion and Bela was looking for the closest wall to bang her head against to make herself feel better.]

You could probably get away without wearing a bra. I don't have such luck. [This conversation was bound to come up between them later. Oh, joy.] But let's just say, I've had years of experience and I know how to be comfortable.

[This required more sips from her tea.]

Do you want advice on anything or are we just making conversation? Slightly embarrassing conversation I might add.

[He would be okay with some hair rescue- the way he keeps swatting at it should be proof enough of that.

He nods along with what she's saying (though he's kind of at a loss as to what constitutes being able to get away without wearing a bra, is there some kind of chart he can look at, or...) but when she gets to the end, he actually flushes, ducking his head as he rubs at the back of his neck, chews at his lip.

He... Hadn't thought about that. This body is entirely alien to him, sure, but he probably should have known it'd be a little awkward for her considering the personal nature of the discussion. Is he flexible enough to actually put his foot in his mouth? Hmm... It's possible.]

Uh, yeah. Yeah, Jesus, I'm sorry-- [He rubs at his temples before making a frustrated sort of sound and blowing at his bangs Ariel style. Suddenly it all makes sense.] Oh my god--

[Cue another attempt at wrangling that hair into some sort of updo.

...If you want some revenge for his laughing at the state of your shiny new dick, Bela, here's your golden opportunity.]

[She chooses that moment to get up to her feet, deciding whether or not to help him. It seemed like such a small gesture, but maybe it would make a heck of a difference to Jesse- especially when he was having so much trouble with his hair in the first place.

But first, Bela needs to get a few laughs out of her system. Which she does, holding onto her sides until she recovers. There. She's good.]

It's fine. Not your fault after all. Blame the damn gazebo for making us both like this. Here. [She comes over until she was behind him, reaching for the hair tie so that she could fix it. After a few minutes the hair is styled into a chic looking ponytail, tight enough to hold together but not uncomfortable for him.]

So. Do you have any burning questions?

[Once it occurs to him what she's doing, Jesse shifts to give Bela better access to the offending rat's nest, more than happy to let her do whatever she feels like doing so long as it gets it out of his face and off of his neck.

It's a good thing he'd never hand any desire to attempt whatever the hell look long hair is on a guy...

...Although. There's something to be said about having people mess with your hair- he's a fan of that usually and that hasn't changed just because the scalp Bela's fingers are sliding over isn't technically his. It feels nice... Even if he is trying his very best to ignore the man-hands thing.

Jesus Christ this is so strange...

He's over it, though. Kinda. Over it enough that when she's finished he offers her a soft "thanks" and leaves it at that as he turns to face her again, splaying his hand against the counter. He should really get on that cereal...

But first:]

Uh, I don't know-- I'm sorta just winging it, I guess. If you couldn't tell by the [vague handwave] everything... How about you? ...And hey, where'd you learn how to tie a tie, anyway? I can barely do that.

[Read: I'm too lazy to do that.]

[If she was being honest, Bela liked it whenever someone had their hands in her hair, maybe even giving her head a massage to release some tension. She remembers Jesse's hands - when he was a man of course - and how they moved through her hair on several occasions.

But that really shouldn't be at the forefront of her mind because they weren't exactly themselves at the moment.

Totally agreed on the strange part.]

I think I am doing fairly well considering the circumstances. Have to adjust the way I sit and walk to be comfortable but I suppose that comes with the territory. [A pause.]

Easy when you know how. I can take ties off, so I'm bound to know how to put them on. [If she were a woman right now, she'd be totally smirking.]

[...Yeah. He's feeling the adjusting thing, too. But there's only so much to be done when it's an absence and not something where it shouldn't be.

He won't be resorting to stuffing socks into his pants, though. That'd just be sad.]

Yeah. Yeah, it definitely does.

[He laughs again, but this time it had nothing to do with dicks. Refreshing, right??]

And okay, yeah, that's some pretty sound logic there, I guess... How about bow ties? I have no idea how to work one of those.

[If you couldn't gather that from his usual attire of jackets and t-shirts...]

[Incredibly refreshing.]

Bow ties are a little trickier but you can always buy one with elastic- slip it on beneath your shirt collar and you're good to go.

[She gathered that Jesse wasn't the type for formal wear but maybe it's because he didn't have an opportunity for it.]

Tell you what. When we are back to normal and ourselves, I am getting you into a suit. Maybe even a tuxedo if you'll let me. [And then out of the suit later.] Would you agree to that?

A suit. Seriously? Like, give me the double-oh-seven treatment? [He laughs. That's kinda cool, come on.] I guess I could get on board with that, sure.

[It's not his thing, but he does sort of owe her for being a dick about the dick, so...

He finally reaches up into one of the cupboards for a bowl.] It's on.

Absolutely.

[She's pleased as punch really, judging by the huge smile on her face.]

I'll even get myself a dress to match your suit and we can have a few drinks, make an evening of it.

[When he gets the bowl for himself, she prepares some breakfast and when it's ready she brings it back to the table, sitting down.]

Wonderful, I'm glad that you agree, Jesse. It'll be fun.

...Okay, it's definitely on.

[Man, Jesse's ass is pretty chafed right now; that smile would look a hell of a lot nicer on Bela's face instead of some random dude's...

But it's still Bela in there, so it's not totally lost on him.

Besides, it's difficult to harp on that when he could be focusing on the ridiculously sexy evening gown he's sure she'll be rocking when the time comes.

Is it worth feeling like he's wearing a clown suit? Yep.

But first things first. He's straight starving, and he's been eying those stupid Crunch Berries; he dumps a ridiculous amount of cereal into his bowl- enough that he actually thinks better of it and not-so-discreetly pours some back into the box- before bringing both it and the milk over to where Bela's settled herself at the table.]

I wonder how long the rest of this weirdness is gonna last. All that new stuff rolling up out of nowhere, the... [He waves his spoon.] -The remodeling, and whatnot. You been upstairs? The second floor was mad creepy. Like, sterile... Like a hospital, kinda.

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[Bela will make it her life's mission to get the best sexy, elegant dress that Wonderland could offer and bowl Jesse over with it in the process. She has a good feeling that he would look incredible in a suit; already, she was thinking about cuts and styles and a colour.

Yes. She was going to have fun with him.

Speaking of breakfast, Bela was starving too. She has settled for toast and marmalade this morning- not exactly substantial but it would start her off for the day.]

Hopefully not longer than a week. [Breaking off a piece of her toast as she speaks, eating it and nodding while she listens to him.] No, I haven't been upstairs. But that is weird. It's hardly related to people switching genders, is it? The events usually just have the one theme.

[The sad fact of the matter is that she totally already does that- her class level is pretty dangerous (way too classy for him, let's be real)- and so it isn't like it'd be hard for her to impress him.

The effort won't go unappreciated though, that's for sure; fun is most definitely in the cards.]

Mm- [Jesse hums around his cereal, forcing it down to add his two cents.] Totally feels like... I don't know, like a bunch of different once all smashed together. What the hell kinda world has mermaids and sex-change gazebos...? And yo-- [Another wave of his spoon for maximum what-the-fuck emphasis-] What's with the playground...?

[Just when he thinks he's starting to "get" Wonderland...]

I honestly have no idea. [Definitely fucked up. It seemed to be the default state for Wonderland.] We could go round in circles asking all of these questions and come up with no real answer.

[She's decided that she was going to have a drink later. Maybe more than one.]

The one thing we do know is that it's all temporary and things will calm down for a little while until the next event. Lather. Rinse. Repeat.

...Did you say mermaids?

[Yyyyeah. Jesse may have already gotten his wake 'n bake on, but that doesn't mean he's done for the day. This shit is just too much to handle without a buffer of some kind.

~~A puffer, if you will. A-hyuck.~~]

I totally said mermaids, yo. By the water. It's like mad close to the rest of the place and I swear to god there was a mermaid hanging out down there. Like- [he sets his spoon down on his napkin and hooks his thumbs together to mime a fin.] -floppy tail and everything. ...Seashell bra.

[He was okay with that part, of course.]

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