[Chuck stares at her reflection for a few more seconds, fidgeting with the top half of the swimsuit. Even if everyone did know, there's no way she could pull this off. She doesn't exactly... fill out in the right places. She's just a lanky nerd with hardly any boobs and practically zero hips. It's how she can pull of boy so well with the right kind of undershirt.
She laughs nervously, high-pitched and trembling, remaining unconvinced that this little trip would be anything but fun regardless of her gender issue.]
Hahaha, yeah... "fun"...
[But she knows she won't be able to get out of this. Some way or the other, Mike will convince her to come with them. Honestly, all he really has to do is give her that look—the one where he's trying not to look disappointed but he totally is. It just makes her feel guilty because she's survived an army of Kanebots with crazy amounts of lasers and the Detroit Doom Jump with him so anything else pales in danger comparison.
She takes a deep breath and pokes her head carefully out of the door so only her head is poking out. Her bangs are still pushed back and clipped on top of her head because she likes trying clothes on with her bangs out of her face, but she doesn't want Mike seeing the ruffley swimsuit she's wearing just yet. She's decided now is probably a good time to tell him she's... a she, but she's hesitating in just ripping the band-aid off so to speak.]
Mikey... I can't. I mean...
[Okay, Chuck, you can do it. She swallows, throat suddenly dry, but forces the words out.]
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She laughs nervously, high-pitched and trembling, remaining unconvinced that this little trip would be anything but fun regardless of her gender issue.]
Hahaha, yeah... "fun"...
[But she knows she won't be able to get out of this. Some way or the other, Mike will convince her to come with them. Honestly, all he really has to do is give her that look—the one where he's trying not to look disappointed but he totally is. It just makes her feel guilty because she's survived an army of Kanebots with crazy amounts of lasers and the Detroit Doom Jump with him so anything else pales in danger comparison.
She takes a deep breath and pokes her head carefully out of the door so only her head is poking out. Her bangs are still pushed back and clipped on top of her head because she likes trying clothes on with her bangs out of her face, but she doesn't want Mike seeing the ruffley swimsuit she's wearing just yet. She's decided now is probably a good time to tell him she's... a she, but she's hesitating in just ripping the band-aid off so to speak.]
Mikey... I can't. I mean...
[Okay, Chuck, you can do it. She swallows, throat suddenly dry, but forces the words out.]
I—I need to tell you something.