[Non-event]
[The difference is evident before Conrad fully awakens, the way the sheet falls and the way his body is so compact, curled up and laying on his side. He sits up quickly, fearing danger, the sheet falling away to pool in his lap -- and, by the way it brushes bare skin or the change in center of gravity, it's all too obvious what's happened. Almost against his will, he looks down.]
[The tiny noise Conrad makes as his hands fly up, bringing the sheet to cover his -- his? -- body is high and light, very much befitting this new state. There's a mirror on one wall and he slides out of bed to head toward it, having to think a little about each step because the weight distribution is... different. The sheet remains pulled around his body, the ends held tightly in one hand and puffed into a linen-flower at his chest. Funny, he never bothered with needless modesty before, and not a soul was in the room, but for some reason the sheet came along.]
[It's a relief as he is able to pick out the familiar features of his face: eyes, nose, the scar on his brow. The angles of this new face are softer though, his lips puffed and pink, eyelashes longer. Bangs still frame it, but somehow the fringe is lighter, almost wispy. Over one shoulder is a fall of hair, the usual color but falling down to newly-curved hips.]
[With great hesitation, she sheet falls. Conrad would hardly believe it if he didn't see the hand in the mirror hovering over the waist, just as his own was doing, almost afraid to touch. Settling on the neck, he (she?) slowly moves downward, fingertips only, uncertain. The figure is lithe, athletic still but strictly feminine, all soft skin and gentle curves. Conrad turns to the side, an almost distant appreciation rising. She -- she in the mirror, that is -- is quite lovely. Conrad has always had an appreciation for such things, a trait from Mother.]
[Speaking of Mother... Conrad's attention turns to her (and isn't it amazing, how easy the shift in pronouns) figure and finds it... not wanting, but certainly nothing compared to Mother. More like Nicola, perhaps: thin, soft and modest curves but no less effeminate than someone as endowed as Mother.]
[Suddenly embarrassed to be still staring at her reflection, Conrad grabs the sheet (useless really, there was no one here!) and pads to the closet. Inside there is a rack of lovely dresses and lingerie -- all looking just her size. New size, that was. With a sigh, Conrad begins picking through them. It takes no time at all to find a yellow sundress that should slip on easily enough -- Conrad had seen fantastical zippers and fastenings on enough womens' clothing to be wary of them. Looking for lingerie takes longer, being unused to them. Eventually Conrad chooses something plain, yet feminine. Somehow, she's in the mood for a bit of lace. Just a bit, mind, and there was only a hint, a border wrapped around the white cotton that made the garments complete in a way they wouldn't be without it.]
[She gets them on easily enough (with another silent thanks to Mother) and finds that they look quite nice on. Not that Conrad is meaning to be seen like this, but it was something to note. The sundress slips on next, and Conrad finds that it falls neatly around, hugging her curves but not garishly, falling thankfully to just above the knees. That's still short and she tugs a bit, trying futilely to lengthen it. Glancing at the array of heeled shoes that sit in a perfect row at the bottom of the wardrobe, Conrad opts not to attempt it. She looks enough of a fool as it is.]
[Picking up a brush, this time Conrad owes a thanks to Gwendal. She doesn't spend long though, just enough to ensure that the tangles are out. And, with one last amazed but cursory glance in the mirror, she leaves the room and begins padding down the corridor.]
((OOC: *hangs head* Yeah, I know. I'm not normally one to do this but I've had a genderswap!Conrad rattling around in my head for a bit now so. Getting it out of my system, OUT. But if anyone is so inclined, het or femmeslash or whatever is great! Looking to explore him being a tad more emotional here, so be aware.))