Confusion is something familiar, but not welcome
Who: Francis and [OPEN!] What: Dealing with the new oddity of Salus When: Sunday, mid-morning Where: Out and about, probably heading toward the infirmary Warnings: Gender-bending issues, so a PG-13 Status: In Progress
Francis stood in the center of his room, alternating between scowling at his clothing and at his body. He'd felt...off...when he'd woken this morning, but hadn't realized exactly what was wrong until he'd risen from his bed and stumbled, his balance thrown off by something. At first, he'd thought perhaps he stood too quickly, but as he leaned forward to catch his balance, he noticed the changes to his body. His arms had always been lean, but they were even more slender than they'd been before he'd lain down to rest. And...his chest....
He'd fallen to the floor then, shock overcoming any balance he'd been trying to regain. He ran his hands, far more slender than before, down his sides, feeling the swell of hips that shouldn't be there beneath his nightclothes, the change of muscle tone in his legs. And blinked at the breasts filling out the upper portion of his nightclothes, causing the fabric to pull oddly. He didn't dare check the rest of his anatomy, half-fearing what he'd find, even though that particular appendage had long since been of use. He hadn't been lying when he told Henri at St. Germain centuries before that he was afflicted - the inability to find pleasure in female company just wasn't a physical problem so much as a mental and emotional one.
His expression grew dark. Someone in this compound had a very sick sense of humor. How could this have happened in sleep, without his being aware of it? His entire physique had changed, all without his notice. Someone was going to be made to answer for this. He just needed to know who.
As he'd risen to his feet, he found himself glad that Mikhael was no longer in the compound. Oh, the other vampire would have laughed at this change. Might even have tried to use it in some twisted way.
It took a few minutes to find his new center of balance, but, with his dancer's skill, it wasn't as difficult as it first seemed to walk once he'd figured it out. It was the clothing that was proving more problematic, as it had been cut for a male body, lines and planes, rather than a female one with curves. His shirts were loose enough, poet-style that they were, that he was able to cover his top half easily enough. But his pants felt odd and awkward - far too loose in some places, and too snug across the hips and pelvis, because apparently he'd been "gifted" with a rather round bottom. And his boots felt too big, although they were tall enough that he could manage walking with them for a little while.
He couldn't be the only person in this particular predicament. Could he? Deciding that hiding was foolish, Francis pulled open the door to his rooms and headed out into the open. Maybe he could find someone from whom he could borrow clothing that fit better, at least until this travesty was reversed. Or he could go see one of the doctors in the infirmary and inquire as to how such a thing might happen. Becoming a vampire? Not a problem. Becoming a woman? Definitely disturbing.