InsaneJournal

Who: Damian Wayne and Bran Stark
What: Damian wakes up as a girl
When: Backdated: Tuesday, May 27th. Morning
Where: Stark Manor
Rating/Warnings: PG for sex related conversation
Status: Complete!

Damian was not happy. No, Damian was pissed off and freaked out. He’d gone to bed as a guy and woken up as a girl. He was a girl with boobs and other girl parts and it freaked him out. He’d checked Valarnet to see if this sort of thing was happening to anyone else and the fact that he wasn’t the only one this was happening to only helped so much. There was still the fact that he was a girl! He had no idea what to do, but what he did know was that he wasn’t leaving his room. If he and Alyssa were still dating, at least he would be able to wear her clothes, but he was in no way going to ask if he could wear Arya or Sansa’s clothes. That’d just be strange. So, for now, he’d texted Bran, despite being in the same house and told him that he had no intention of coming out of his room until this was over.

Bran had stared at the text for a while, still half asleep. Luckily, no dreams were still floating around in his head, unless you counted the one about the singing can of Dr. Pepper. He swiped a hand over his face and tried not to laugh. It wasn’t the first time the OC had played its tricks, but it was certainly the first time Bran was indirectly involved with something...or someone..or whatever this was, and he needed to see it for himself whether Damian wanted to or not. He pulled himself out of bed, dressed, then wheeled his way to Damian’s room and knocked on the door. “Damian,” he called, trying not to be too sing-song about it.

Damian had expected that Bran would come to his room eventually and while he didn’t want anyone else to see him like this, Bran was his best friend and he knew that he wouldn’t laugh at him. Or if he did laugh at him, it would be to try and relieve the awkwardness and make Damian laugh. After sending the text to Bran and Dick, Damian had donned one of his hoodies, which was now about a size too big and zipped it up in an attempt to try and forget about the fact that he now had boobs. And now that Bran was knocking at the door, he was glad that he’d done it. Getting off the bed, he pulled his hood up so that it covered most of his longer black hair and went to open the door, staying behind it so that if anyone else walked by they wouldn’t see him, “Come in before anyone else sees me.”

Damian didn’t have to ask twice. In fact, Bran didn’t really want anyone else to see Damian either. Not to protect his friend, mind, but because this was a privilege to see Damian this way and Bran meant to keep it pretty tight knit. He closed the door behind him, leaving Summer and Cobalt in the hallway where he knew they would wait until he came back out. Once he was in the room, he stopped and looked at his friend, or the girl who was supposedly Damian. He looked at the smaller body, longer hair, and tried to imagine the curves that were hidden under the hoodie and determined that Damian was hot. “You didn’t have to wear a hoodie, you know,” he teased.

There were only two people Damian would let see him like this and since he and Alyssa were no longer dating, that meant that Bran was the only one he’d let see him like this now. Once the door was shut, Damian moved to sit on the end of his bed and crossed his arms over his chest, or tried to anyway. Boobs definitely got in the way, “Oh, I’m sure you’d love to see what’s under it.” Damian quirked a brow at Bran, shaking his head slightly. Realistically the hoodie was more for himself than to keep anyone else from seeing his body. Sighing, he pushed the hood back and unzipped the hoodie. He was at least glad that he’d born a black t-shirt to bed cause a white one without a bra would have been just a little more embarrassing than this entire situation.

Actually, yes, Bran would have liked to see. He would have definitely liked to have seen more of what was further under it, but he would settle for the curves he saw anyway. He rubbed at his own cheek and stared at his friend for a moment before he could talk. “Well. Damn,” was all he managed for the time being, until he cleared his throat and was able to rid himself of at least a quarter of the thoughts that were not those of a best friend. “When did it happen?” he asked dumbly.

Damian quirked a brow at Bran’s reaction and pulled the hoodie closed around him, “I don’t know. Sometime before I woke up, obviously.” He hadn’t expected any sympathy from his best friend and if Bran had actually acted like that then Damian would have worried that something was wrong with his best friend.

“Huh.”
Bran wasn’t entirely sure how to react. His friend, a young man he considered to be as close as any of his family, was an attractive girl. There were a lot of opportunities to make fun of him...or her, and yet Bran didn’t feel compelled to do any of it just then. “So…” he stated, “What...what are you going to do?” Gods, he felt completely stupid.

Damian shrugged and ran a hand through his longer, black hair, which curled at the ends, “I have no idea. I mean, I know this will pass, but what do I do till then? I can’t exactly borrow Arya’s clothes was she’s….not as curvy.” He didn’t really want to go out and buy any others either, cause this was likely only going to last a couple of days.

Bran could only blink for a few moments. Clothes. That was the first thing Damian wanted to do was worry about clothes. “Oh gods, you really are a girl,” he marveled, then waved a hand. “I have some shorts and some shirts that would probably fit. They just might look a little weird, but girls wear boy things all the time, so…”

Damian’s brows rose slightly as he watched Bran, who was clearly distracted, “Well considering I have boobs and….yeah, I’m really a girl.” Damian had put on more muscle over the last year than he’d had before he’d started dreaming, so his clothes were a little bigger than Bran’s, “Thanks. Now quit staring at me. You’re not doing a very good job of pretending you’re not.”

“Sorry,” Bran mumbled. It was all he could do not to ask to cop a feel. Instead, he led Damian to his room where he handed over some clothes. His own were smaller from the atrophy, but not too small that Damian couldn’t wear them and at least they weren’t something too girly because that was just weird and Bran wasn’t sure he wanted to think about it. Vaguely, he wondered if Damian’s legs were shaved.

Damian wasn’t exactly mad at Bran for staring; after all his best friend who was usually male was now a girl. A lot of strange stuff had happened in Orange County over the last year and a half, but Damian was sure that this might just be the weirdest thing that had happened to Bran and it hadn’t even happened to him directly. “Thanks.” He shook out the shirt and shorts, looking them over to see if they’d fit them hung them over his arm as he crossed his arms again, not really aware of the fact that doing that was showing off his new breasts, “Okay, I know you wanna ask something. Well, probably a lot of things, but I’ll let you ask one thing.” He’d probably let him ask more than one thing to be honest.

As Damian stripped, Bran wasn’t sure if he should look away or stare at his friend. There were breasts, bare as any in the magazines. Bran had felt of breasts. Beth’s in particular, but he’d never touched one bare or had the pleasure of sucking on them (unless you counted when he was a baby, but that was disgusting and didn’t count at all) like his mouth wanted to when he could only stare just then. He wiped at his lips with the back of his hand and looked back at Damian’s face. “I wouldn’t know where to begin, Damian,” he admitted. “One question, huh?” The trouble was, what should he ask? There were entirely too many. Finally, he said, “I don’t know. What would you want to ask me if the shoe were on the other foot.”

Damian had considered going back to his room to change, but that meant there was more of a chance for someone else in the house to see him so in the end he’d just decided to change there in Bran’s room. At first he’d attempted to put on the smaller t-shirt under the one he was already wearing, but that hadn’t worked out well so he’d turned slightly, away from Bran and pulled off his shirt to put on the other one. Once he’d pulled the other shirt on, he was putting his hoodie back on when he noticed Bran staring once again, “I don’t know. I’d probably ask how it felt or something.”

It helped, Damian having a shirt on. Bran visibly relaxed a little and resisted to the urge to adjust the reaction that was happening in his trousers. “Okay,” he replied.

“You wanna know what it feels like?” Damian asked, moving to sit at Bran’s desk, crossing then uncrossing his legs, unsure of exactly how he was supposed to sit now, “It feels weird. Not just the boobs, but…” He waved one hand over his whole body, “...other parts.” Until now he hadn’t really thought about those other parts and now he realized exactly what could happen if this lasted too long and the last thing he wanted was to have to go through PMS.

Bran couldn’t help the groan that escaped his chest. He cleared his throat, uncertain of where to look or even of what to say. He tried to dig into that part of him that acted as prince whenever it had to, but it just wasn’t working. “Do you think about…” he wasn’t sure how to ask without it sounding just as rude as it was. “Do you think about seeing what it feels like?”

Had anyone else asked him that, Damian likely would have turned red and stumbled over his words, but he and Bran were extremely close and had even kissed once. Yes, it had been a dare, but it had still happened, so he wasn’t quite as embarrassed by the question as he would have been otherwise, “What? Sex? Why, are you offering?” He couldn’t help but tease his best friend just a little, because if he didn’t try to find some amusement in his situation then he was likely to either freak out more or go crazy.

“Very funny,” Bran said, but he was smiling. Sex with his best friend sounded weird, but Bran couldn’t deny that the thought did cross his mind just then. He didn’t mean quite that far, though, most especially because Bran himself had never even had sex and wouldn’t it just be strange to lose it to Damian of all people? “I mean, you don’t think about what it might feel like, though?” he asked. “Not with me, just to clarify,” he added, just in case, although he wouldn’t mind trying other things.

Damian shrugged a little, “I think it’d be weird if I didn’t wonder about it. I mean, yeah, I’m pretty freaked out about this and really don’t want to be a girl and of course this means that I’m gonna have to stay in my room when your parents are home cause this is gonna be really difficult to explain to them or Rickon, but all of that aside, It did cross my mind, but I don’t know if I have the nerve to actually see what it’s like….not that I have anyone to try it with.” While they were close, closer than most teenage boys who were just best friends, sex with Bran would be pretty strange.

“Your..you know,” Bran made a gesture at his own chest like he was cupping a pair of breasts, but he wasn’t sure how to say the actual word and breasts sounded too formal. “They’re pretty nice, you know.”

Damian watched Bran, brows raised slightly as his friend tried to find a way to tell him that he had nice boobs. In the end, he couldn’t help but laugh, “Thanks. I guess I’d have to agree.” He’d only really ever seen one pair, Alyssa’s, so he didn’t have much to judge from, but if he were honest, his were probably a little bigger than Alyssa’s. “I’m just glad I won’t have them forever. They’re actually kind of uncomfortable.”

Women. Always fussing about their breasts. At least they didn’t have their most vulnerable part of their body hanging where anything could hit them at any moment. Bran couldn’t help but lob a t-shirt from the floor to Damian, laughing as he did.