Wherein Falcon doesn't want anybody else.

[raced_god]

Falcon was, by nature, not a bad morning person, but he wasn’t a good one either.

He hadn’t slept well at all the night before. He wasn’t sick, no, he’d gotten over that stupid cold a few days ago. Just a general discomfort--tossing and turning and periodic jolting awake. Towards the morning he had managed to drift off successfully but the respite was short-lived as the sound of his alarm jarred him from unconsciousness.

Despite this, the bed remained still as the clock continued to blare obnoxiously. It was a few moments before there was any movement from the mass of sheets at all, but soon enough the Captain emerged, reluctantly swinging his legs over the side of the bed and standing up to yawn and stretch.

He made to take a step towards the bathroom but for some reason found his boxer shorts caught around his ankles. Foot stuck in the tangled fabric, he crashed to the floor. In a bleary attempt to stop his fall, he flung his arms outward but only managed to slam into the bedside table and send a lamp, a half-empty glass of water and several racing magazines down with him. The alarm clock landed on his head and silenced itself with a rather painful-sounding THUNK.

It was an unexpected position to find oneself in at about 6 in the morning, and the explosion of stars behind his eyes was certainly unwelcome, especially when he had just woken up and was barely coherent.

Had he been an iota more coherent as he righted himself, he probably would have noticed that his groan sounded a bit less baritone than usual and that his boxers were a little large and he had to hold them up with one hand during his shuffle to the bathroom.

The elastic was probably shot.

Probably.

It was another several moments before he was awake enough to step up to the mirror and check for inevitable bruising.

Jesus CHRIST that was not what I wanted to wake up to I swear to God if I didn’t have a job I would just crawl back in bed right now and hello that is a rather butch-looking and very naked chick in my mirror.

Falcon straightened up and stared carefully at the reflection, squinting a little and cocking his head to the side. Naked butch chick followed suit.

Okay, he’d admit that was a little weird. Maybe that alarm clock hit him harder than he thought. Still glaring skeptical daggers at the mirror, he raised his hand to rub the spot on the back of his head where he’d been smacked. And predictably, the reflection did so as well.

He started to recall a frantic codec from Otacon the night before, one that he’d brushed off without a thought.

Slowly, very slowly, and without breaking his staring contest with the naked butch chick, he reached up with a hand and touched his chest, finding exactly what he expected.

They were kind of squishy.



Falcon growled to no one in particular, startling himself with a distinctly feminine voice.

Surprisingly, his first instinct was not to panic. Instead, he took a moment to examine himself. He’d…definitely lost some height…and a lot of muscle mass…and his hair brushed his shoulders and fell in his face. Still, he refused to believe this was anything but a booze-and-painkillers induced trip and his gaze wandered down to the hand that was currently holding up his undergarment. He took his other hand and shoved it down his boxers.

Yeah. There was definitely something missing.

He, or rather, she, because that was unquestionably what she was (the hand jammed down his pants was a testament to that) turned on her heel away from the mirror and staggered back into the bedroom, lifting a hand to her ear to tap her codec. “Otacooooooooon.”

There wasn’t an answer right away so she busied herself with thoughts of what on earth was going on and what could possibly have caused this. She’d had strange things happen to her before—spent a week as a ten-year-old, switched bodies with a midget alien—but she had to admit, this took the metaphorical cake.

Not even bothering to put on clothes, and nearly tripping over her shorts again, she crawled over the bed to her laptop, flipping it open to see if the school network would provide any insight.

And lo and behold, it appeared as though most of the school had swapped genders overnight. So it was a prank. Possibly the greatest prank she’d ever seen or experienced. She had to admit, she’d surprised herself by not panicking or worrying about whether or not it was permanent but any sort of transformative anything at this school only seemed to last a week tops so…panic could probably come later.

Otacon wasn’t answering, so reluctantly, she realized that she’d probably have to head into the school to track him down. For it to affect this many people, the agent would have needed to be widely accessible. It had to be the food. Either that or a very very powerful magic-user but the former seemed more likely, especially when Falcon remembered that she’d missed breakfast the previous day and had snagged a few muffins from the cafeteria.

So she was going to school. And it took her the adventure of relieving oneself sitting down, an entire shower and several long minutes of naked examination in front of the mirror to realize that nothing she owned was going to fit her.

ACE bandages from his first-aid box proved to function well as a makeshift bra, even if it was several attempts before she managed to strap herself down properly. After that, it was on with clothes that far too large and fit all wrong. What followed was a succession of mumbled profanities as she gathered what safety pins she could find and tried her best to at least make a pair of boxers stay up. Pants were easier, except for the part where she was forced to punch a new hole in one of her belts. She made a mental note to go shopping.

She stalled as long as she possibly could, taking her sweet time with coffee and hoping that being a little more awake would snap her out of this. It didn’t. Codecs to Samus and Snake proved unsuccessful as well.

Left with little choice than to make the commute to Sumabura, Falcon dumped out the coffee she wasn’t going to drink and trudged her way to the car. She could get in touch with Otacon and figure things out when she got there.

Never a dull moment.
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I think I'm going to stay in my office today.

If anyone should need me, I'd advise that you knock first.

((OOC: This journal will function both as a regular entry i.e. you can comment as you always do, and as an OFFICE LOG (paragraph format plz, just so I can differentiate. A date/time in the subject line would also be fab, but it's not necessary.)! If your character feels the need to bother Falcon, whether to laugh at him or ask for sage advice, his door is open! Okay, no it's not. Knock first.))

Comments

[animu-nerd.livejournal.com]

I TOLD YOU SOOO

How are you feeling?

[raced_god]

YOU SHUT UP.

Uhhh...fine. Yeah. It's not so bad.

Office time: 01/15, 3:00

[ultimatefuntime.livejournal.com]

Ulty's conversation (http://pudgy-purple.livejournal.com/16520.html?thread=225928#t225928) with Petunia had left him both confused and curious, and even better with a place to go for help with his problem.

Ulty knocked on Falcon's office door, as he'd asked. "HULLO? FALCON HERE? ULTY NEED HELP!"

Re: Office time: 01/15, 3:00

[raced_god]

Ulty. Oh boy.

Falcon wasn't sure how she felt about dealing with a gender-swapped Ulty. If Ulty was even genderbent at all. She hoped not, mostly because after explaining the finer details of pleasuring oneself to Ana, she wasn't sure how many more discussions of that nature she could take.

But the kid was banging on the door saying he needed help. So she stood reluctantly and answered it. "Hey...Ulty...everything okay?"

Office time: 1/15 4:00

[warpstar-rider.livejournal.com]

It was only moments ago that the pink ball finally realized that he had changed into a girl. Thanks Bulba! He panicked; did he do something wrong with his transformation? Food never did give him problems before, so that was out of the question for the pink boy girl. Captain Falcon would probably know about this!

He knocked on the teacher's office door, his other hand clutching on his shirt.

"Mister Captain Falcon poyo! Are you inside poyo??"

Re: Office time: 1/15 4:00

[raced_god]

It was getting increasingly difficult to recall who had woken up the opposite gender and who hadn't. Even so, he was wondering why all of a sudden he was the go-to guy for these kinds of issues.

But she wasn't about to deny Kirby help. She felt bad for most of these kids, honestly. Falcon was dealing with this okay but she couldn't say the same for a lot of the students.

So she opened the door. "Yeah, I'm here. Did you need something?"

OFFICE. JAN 15 2:30 AW YEAH.

[4x4-of-manly.livejournal.com]

This was somehow Falcon's fault. Lighter was sure of it.

...Well, maybe not sure of it, but he wanted some kind of scapegoat right now. Besides, Falcon had already spread his lousy germs, and in a city as weird as this some seemingly simple cold WOULD include gender-bending.

The tomboyish little girl didn't even take the time to knock. She barged right into the office, accusatory pointing finger at the ready!

Re: OFFICE. JAN 15 2:30 AW YEAH.

[raced_god]

Falcon was, by nature, a rather sexual guy.

So once she had come to terms with suddenly finding herself a woman, it was only natural that she was...curious.

But maybe he should have remembered to lock the door.

Needless to say, Lighter's angry burst into the room would land the repair man (or girl?) with a lovely shot of Falcon with her hand down her pants, doing what most guys of Falcon's nature would do in a girl's body.

"OH MY GOD." She yelped when she heard the door slam open, falling out of her chair and landing hard on the ground for the second time that day. "WHAT HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING I SAID KNOCK FIRST."

[rougefemfatale.livejournal.com]

*laughs*

[raced_god]

*SORRY ROUGE I CAN'T HEAR YOU OVER THE SOUND OF ME TOUCHING MYSELF.*

Office time: 1/15 4:45

[badasstrenches.livejournal.com]

Surge still couldn't believe that more than half of the school was the opposite gender. Even after he dealt with Goose's transformation, it was still difficult for him to wrap his mind around. But the question that currently plagued his thoughts was whether it was permanent or not.

Deciding to take a trip to school, he figured someone must have some answers. He decided to stop by Falcon's office. The F-Zero racer seemed to be well knowledgeable about things that happened in the school. Maybe he had an idea of why this had happened.

Knocking on the door, he announced, "Hey, it's Surge. You in?"

Re: Office time: 1/15 4:45

[raced_god]

Oh god oh god oh god HOW MANY PEOPLE WERE GOING TO COME VISIT HER TODAY.

And Surge, even. Hrrrngh. It wouldn't have been so bad if it were Snake or Otacon. But Surge was just an acquaintance who was not allowed to see her like this.

She debated not answering the door and hiding. And so she hesitated for a few seconds.

But a part of her was convinced that she wasn't going to let this change anything.

"Yeah, hang on." She said to the door. A few moments later, it swung open. "What's up?"

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

Max needed something mind-numbingly boring and inane to keep his mind off of everyone he knew and love turning into a girl. Or a dude, depending.

And what else was more mind numbing and boring and inane than physics homework? Max hated it, but if he went and lifted weights the only thing he'd be able to think about would be finding Andy walking around with no shirt on and breasts, oh God, Andy's got breasts now.

Max had tried staring at the page for, like, ten minutes and nothing made any sense. It was a bunch of gobbledy-gook about cars hitting their breaks and were they gonna hit a dog, or "You are pushing a 55 kg refrigerator along at a speed of 1.5 m/s using an applied force of 2.5 x 10^2 N when you hit a carpet. The carpet has a coefficient of friction of 0.62. How far will the fridge travel before it stops on the carpet?" and Max knew from experience that that fridge wasn't about to stop if he was pushing it across a carpet, for God's sake - he'd push it up a hill made out of sandpaper and molasses without breaking a sweat.

And oh God, his brain hurt. It hurt so bad. But it was either his brain was gonna hurt with thinking about pushing fridges across carpets or his brain was gonna hurt about thinking about Andy being a girl and Nell being a guy and Colin being a girl and he hadn't seen Grit that day but he was afraid - he was afraid.

But surely nothing had happened to Captain Falcon - he lived off campus! This must have been some crazy campus-related thing in the middle of the night. Max had no idea why it effected almost everybody and left him alone (oh thank you, non-specific Deity) but surely it must have had something to do with being at school last night. Max could ignore the world if Captain Falcon was okay and could help him with physics. Oh (non-specific) God, please.

He knocked on Captain Falcon's office door. "Captain Falcon, sir, it's Max and I'm trying to do my homework and it's like the alphabet threw up all over math and I just don't get anything at all. Are you in?"

[raced_god]

So many people. They had to pick today to visit. GOD.

But Max was here for homework. Falcon was not about to turn a student away, especially someone like the CO who really genuinely needed the help.

By this point in the afternoon the Captain could care less about what she looked like or what was on her chest. She'd play it off as if absolutely nothing was wrong.

She approached the door and opened it very nonchalantly, managing to grin up at the now much taller student. "Yeah, I'm here. What can I do for you?"

[lady-snake.livejournal.com]

Snake was finding, as her time as a woman went on, that her voice could reach frequencies she didn't think possible. After speaking to Samus and Otacon, he decided the next step would be his buddy Falcon, and rushed into his office, ignoring the knock first policy, squeaking in the most terrible, breathy girly voice, "FALCON! WHY ARE WE WOMEN?!"

[raced_god]

After the episode with Lighter, Falcon had taken to...experimenting behind the desk, just in case anyone else decided to NOT KNOCK.

Which Snake did.

"Jesus!" Falcon yelped, almost falling out of her chair again, and smacking herself against the desk.

She stood up and tried to hide the fact that she was zipping her all-too-large pants, all the while attempting to remain calm against Snake's panic.

"WOAH. WOAH. Snake. Chill out."

[professorkoopa.livejournal.com]

The school had been ransacked by a sudden force that was changing its members into the opposite sex. Bowser, however, was part of the few who was not affected by this phenomenon. But he was far from the kind of person (turtle dragon thing) that would pass up on a chance to humiliate those around him.

So it came as no surprise when Falcon announced his refusal to leave the sanctity of his office that Bowser immediately jumped to a conclusion, and was now on his way to confirm it.

The Koopa King shuffled quickly through the hallways with an anxious, devious, toothy grin creasing his scaly face. Up to the door he crept, as best to his abilities anyway, and slowly placed a hand on the cool, metal door knob. His grin still in place, Bowser quickly spun the handle and forced his way in, consequently shattering the lock that Falcon had on his door.

Clearly, this was the best plan ever.

[raced_god]

Okay so Falcon wasn't doing anything this time, but the tremendous crash of the door being forced open, lock and all was definitely enough to send her from her chair and into a heap of ill-fitting clothes on the floor.

Again.

She shouted several profanities as she crashed the the ground and it took her a few moments before she gained her bearings. Whoever it was that just slammed their way in, they were about to get an earful.

Slooooowly, she brought herself to a standing position behind her desk, only to find herself staring down the one person she did not want in her office.

"You ever hear of KNOCKING?"

[time-cop.livejournal.com]

((URHF Time coming later. I CAN'T THINK OF A GOOD TIME. ))

Phoenix was not happy at all. He had his small complaints of this time period, but this just..took the cake. He NOW knew why he was sent here, it wasn't to track down why there was timefuck, it's because this school is insane ..

Either way that wasn't going to stop him from doing his job that he was assigned. Obviously he was still pissed off, buuut, maybe it's just the female hormones making him do so. Strolling by Falcon's office, he Or should I say she stood there for a moment, wondering if it was the good ideaaa...yeah it was. And came a few taps on his door from the cop, tapping his foot impatiently.

[raced_god]

Oh, this was just the best day ever.

Her next visitor didn't bother to announce themselves, so Falcon reluctantly trudged her way up to the door and opened it.

It was like an awful guessing game, trying to figure out who was who and what gender and why on earth everyone seemed to want to bother her today.

"Uh...yeah? Can I do something for you?"

[painting-beagle.livejournal.com]

((Time also coming soon, lolol I can ACTUALLY EDIT THIS POST! :3))

Smeargle walked over to Ms. Falcon's office door, shuffling his paws in his coat pocket, he sighed. This wasn't exactly one of her favorite things she'd remember, but it's been fun for what she's known...so.. Whatever, it's all good for her.

Either way, flickering his tail, he knocked on his door, clearing his throat. "S-Sir?" he asked, trying to make his voice seem a lot older, to be honest, he'd probably be sounding like Max Goof in his Goofy Movie days. Or Goof Troop, I can't figure out which one seems more adorable.

[raced_god]

"Yeah?" She called from inside the office.

It was a few more moments before the office opened but soon enough Falcon was standing in the doorway, looking down at the Pokemon student.

"You too, huh Smee?"

Office Log: 1/15 Whatever time is best for Flacon :Ub

[safetyglasses.livejournal.com]

When Maxwell had initially went through with trading his underwear with Lash, he had not been expecting the black, lacy bra. Or a bra at all. Logically, it made quite a bit of sense. But it being logical did not mean that Maxwell had any idea what to do with the garment. The concept was there... he (she) just wasn't sure how to go about the process.

After a fair amount of staring at it and giving the straps an experimental tug, Maxwell decided the best course of action in this scenario was to ask someone that knew how these worked. She could have asked Lash, but she (he) had had more than enough laughs over his predicaments with women's clothing over the past week. Maxwell needed someone he was sure had a lot of experience with this particular piece of clothing, was not Lash, and that he actually knew.

So she was standing outside of Falcon's office, swiftly giving the door a few knocks to see if the Captain was in.

Re: Office Log: 1/15 Whatever time is best for Flacon :Ub

[raced_god]

When she opened the door, it took her a few moments to determine exactly who this female student was. The mysterious swapping had left the Captain a little unsure of who was who, but luckily, the safety glasses were a dead giveaway.

"Hey Maxwell." She said awkwardly, unsure of how her TA would want to be addressed.

"What's up?"

[fist-of-win.livejournal.com]

Goroh opened the door.

"HOW IS TREATING "

Then she left.

[raced_god]

"I'm only THIRTY-SEVEN!" She yelled back.

1/15; whatever time that is open fff

[guardianofsea.livejournal.com]

Lugia knocked at Falcon's door, hoping she'd get some answers out of this little event. She was sure that it wasn't due to her stress to change gender, but something else.

"Mister Falcon, are you in?" She asked after the knock, and opened the door.

Re: 1/15; whatever time that is open fff

[raced_god]

She'd had a difficult time thus far figuring out who was who but that blue and white hair was rather unmistakable. "Uh...hi Lugia. Did you need something?"

1/16: CAP'N LOOK WHAT I CAN DO (12NOON)

[rainbowend.livejournal.com]

Being a guy was the most amazing thing ever, in Ana's humble opinion.

Contrary to popular belief, the first thing she had done was not to flip out or play with her newfound equipment, but to try and touch the ceiling of her dorm.
She'd done it, simple as that. She didn't stand on her bed like she'd usually have to, she didn't even have to stand on her tip-toes. All it had taken was reaching her right arm as high as it would go.

Of course, after the small victory, relization had set in and she had a small panic attack, but for ten minuets she had been on top of the world!

Then, Falcon explained how to masturbate and she was back on top again. And then around and over and even after Rawk had walked in, she still gave it a few good goes until her head hurt and her body ached.

She had promised, in a way, to tell Falcon how it went though. Which was why, sheepishly, she walked up to his door and gave it a good few pounds.

"Falcon? Sir...? I wanted to talk to you."

Re: 1/16: CAP'N LOOK WHAT I CAN DO (12NOON)

[raced_god]

Falcon didn't recognize the voice right away, but if she had, the Captain would have probably not answered the door.

It wasn't because she disliked Ana, far from it. Rather, it was because Falcon was absolutely mortified about the conversation on the student's journal. She wasn't sure if she'd ever be able to look one of the sweetest girls in the school in the eye again. And the worst part was, Ana had told her that she'd "tell you how it goes". So Falcon had spent most of the past few days just waiting for it.

But this whole genderswap business made it very very difficult to tell who was knocking at her door and asking for her. So of course she opened it, finding herself face to face with a blonde boy that she could make a few guesses about in the identity department.

"Uhhh...hi...Ana?"

Girlish curiosity got the best of Red

[pkmntrainer]

Uh, hi, professor... I'm Red, a Pokémon trainer. Uh, I sat in one of your classes but I wasn't really paying attention ah ha ha I'm about to head off to a big challenge next weekend and I was wondering...

What's the best way to win? Or uh, something like 'what is the key to victory' for you?

Re: Girlish curiosity got the best of Red

[raced_god]

*OH WOW IT IS A QUESTION THAT IS NOT ABOUT SEX THANK GOD.*

Sure I remember you, Red. Even if you weren't really there for the physics.

I uh...huh.

Well...I think the most important part is never back down. Stick to your guns and let them know you're nothing if not determined. I mean...when I race, that's all there is. You don't compromise your obstacles. You just go beyond them.

Haha, I'm not even sure if I'm making any sense. But...good luck.

At SOME point over the weekend...

[blondprodigy.livejournal.com]

Jeff had been a woman before. Sort of. He had been Samus, and being Samus was nothing at all like being Jessica. No back problems. At least as Samus he didn't have to go shopping for frilly underthings.

Jeff needed... advice. Advice from someone who understood what she was going through. While she could have asked any number of natural-born girls, she instead opted to turn to the father-figure in her life. Mother figure now?

...Well, mostly she just wanted to see if Falcon was a girl too.

She adjusted her glasses nervously and knocked on the door.

Re: At SOME point over the weekend...

[raced_god]

With such an ungodly amount of visitors, Falcon had taken to checking who was at the door before getting up and answering it.

That looked kind of like Jeff. If Jeff were a girl. Which, when she thought about it, Jeff probably was a girl. It was a relief to have someone she was actually rather close with come and visit, even if Falcon had taken to really really hating conversation these past few days.

She may have also felt a little better in the sense that by this point, she had procured not only a bra, but clothes that fit.

So of course she was going to let Jeff come in. "What's up?"