In stunning unison with Peter over in the other patient block, Scott's hands went straight for his crotch upon waking up.
A little grab. A little squeeze. His eyes widened.
Oh. Oh thank sweet Zombie Christ. It's there.
An indescribable sigh of relief followed as he quickly moved on to some other key places. Thankfully, his chest had shrunk from C cup back to A-- cup, and his hips were significantly less curvaceous than the night before. It was official: Scott was 100% male again. Well, unless the Landel had forgotten to clean up a fallopian tube or two and not told him, but for now, the exterior seemed all good, at least.
Slowly, Scott sat up in bed, rubbing his forehead as the events of the night rumbled through his mind for his consideration. One conclusion became pretty darn clear the longer he thought: that had so not been worth their time, and they needed to find a better way into the kitchen. Even with gunshots and horrifically unwanted body modification already on the table, Scott could only see the consequences of going through the Sun Room getting worse, so that route was just not going to be an option anymore. Was there a way around back? Maybe he could check for extra doors at breakfast, he thought. He was sure there had to be some way. Even if he had to punch a hole in the wall of the building himself to avoid going through that room again, he would do it.
So, it was with some urgency that Scott went into the cafeteria after getting out of the food line. He hadn't really paid a lot of attention to the specific layout of this area, despite spending a good amount of time in it every day for about a week at this point. Sure enough, when he actually looked, there were some doors on the side walls, probably leading outside. Could they just go outside, then double around back, then?
God I hope so, Scott thought, unconsciously making squeezing motions in front of his chest again as he gravitated toward a seat. Without really thinking, he was going for one across from a head of short-ish black hair and a small, skinny frame. Maybe it was out of a sudden sharp desire to be back at home in his own bed where the worst things he had to deal with were the evil exes, but the fact that the girl kind of looked like someone he knew was enough to draw him over. He was sure it was just a resemblance, but whatever.
Scott slid into the seat. Yawned. Glanced up briefly at his new seatmate. Grabbed some cutlery and started in on his first bite of french toast. Glanced back up again. Then took an immediate spit-take right back onto his plate.
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In stunning unison with Peter over in the other patient block, Scott's hands went straight for his crotch upon waking up.
A little grab. A little squeeze. His eyes widened.
Oh. Oh thank sweet Zombie Christ. It's there.
An indescribable sigh of relief followed as he quickly moved on to some other key places. Thankfully, his chest had shrunk from C cup back to A-- cup, and his hips were significantly less curvaceous than the night before. It was official: Scott was 100% male again. Well, unless the Landel had forgotten to clean up a fallopian tube or two and not told him, but for now, the exterior seemed all good, at least.
Slowly, Scott sat up in bed, rubbing his forehead as the events of the night rumbled through his mind for his consideration. One conclusion became pretty darn clear the longer he thought: that had so not been worth their time, and they needed to find a better way into the kitchen. Even with gunshots and horrifically unwanted body modification already on the table, Scott could only see the consequences of going through the Sun Room getting worse, so that route was just not going to be an option anymore. Was there a way around back? Maybe he could check for extra doors at breakfast, he thought. He was sure there had to be some way. Even if he had to punch a hole in the wall of the building himself to avoid going through that room again, he would do it.
So, it was with some urgency that Scott went into the cafeteria after getting out of the food line. He hadn't really paid a lot of attention to the specific layout of this area, despite spending a good amount of time in it every day for about a week at this point. Sure enough, when he actually looked, there were some doors on the side walls, probably leading outside. Could they just go outside, then double around back, then?
God I hope so, Scott thought, unconsciously making squeezing motions in front of his chest again as he gravitated toward a seat. Without really thinking, he was going for one across from a head of short-ish black hair and a small, skinny frame. Maybe it was out of a sudden sharp desire to be back at home in his own bed where the worst things he had to deal with were the evil exes, but the fact that the girl kind of looked like someone he knew was enough to draw him over. He was sure it was just a resemblance, but whatever.
Scott slid into the seat. Yawned. Glanced up briefly at his new seatmate. Grabbed some cutlery and started in on his first bite of french toast. Glanced back up again. Then took an immediate spit-take right back onto his plate.
"OH MY GOD, KNIVES CHAU?!"