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[greenmoonrising]

[Handwriting is a bit messy, clearly written by a shaky hand.]

Does anyone know about any transfiguration spells that can change your sex, and if yes, anyone have any information on how to reverse said spell?

[He's been made into a girl, bear with his panicking.]

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[greenmoonrising]

[Muffled against the pillow:]

What if you can't?

[arrogantalloy]

[He gives her shoulders a squeeze.]

I wont give up until I do. And if I have to I'll work with Sherlock and Herbert to help.

[greenmoonrising]

No, I don't want Sherlock in on this, he'll just poke and prod at me rather than try to fix me.

[arrogantalloy]

If I have to get him involved, he wont be allowed in touching distance.

[His voice coming over more protective than he intended.]

[greenmoonrising]

[Sniffs and glances up from pillow, eyes very wet.]

Promise?

[arrogantalloy]

Cross my heart, hope to...

[He takes a hand off her shoulder and gently rubs his thumb under her eyes to wipe away the tears.]

Hope to die.

[greenmoonrising]

[Lashes flutter when he wipes the tears away, taking a shuddering breath and trying not to start sobbing, sitting up again and sniffing, pillow still clutched to front.]

[arrogantalloy]

[He wipes her eyes once again to get any tears that his missed. Then runs his hand through her hair. To expose more of her face. Licking his lips thoughtfully, he takes in her face. Yes, it's softer, a little rounder like nearly all girls are. But even with that and the longer less wavy and curly hair. It was Bruce that he could see when looking at her.]

[greenmoonrising]

[Stares up at with big eyes, cheeks a bit pink from how he's staring at her face.]

Wh-what?

[arrogantalloy]

You. Well. You still look like you.

[brushes more hair from her face, leaving his fingers nestled into her hair.]

[greenmoonrising]

[Flushes more and glances away, cheeks red.]

Well... d'uh. It's still me in here.

[arrogantalloy]

Hmm...

[He blinks when he realises she's blushing, licking his lips for a thoughtful moment. Then leans in towards her unconsciously.]

[greenmoonrising]

[Freezes and stares, eyes wide.]

T... ony...?

[arrogantalloy]

Yeah?

[He's already on his own path now. Too focused that he doesn't really hear her, as he closes the distance and kisses her gently.]

[greenmoonrising]

Wha-mphf-

[Eyes widen at the kiss, too paralysed to move. After a moment she gently responds, kissing him back just as gently.]

[arrogantalloy]

[As Bruce starts to respond, Tony leans into the kiss just enough to encourage her more.]

[greenmoonrising]

[Sighs into the kiss, hands relaxing a bit against the pillow.]

[arrogantalloy]

[He pulls back from the kiss slowly when he hears her sigh. Then looks at her for a moment.]

[greenmoonrising]

[Keeps eyes closed for a moment, cheeks pink, and then blinks eyes open, staring up at him hesitantly.]

[arrogantalloy]

[He continues to stare at her for a moment. He had really liked the kiss and before looking at her after the first time, was already thinking about kissing her a second time. Until it occurred to him that this was so wrong of him.]

I...

[He was so in the wrong in this situation. And all he could manage to do right now is to look bewildered.]

[greenmoonrising]

[Keeps staring at him, looking just a tad worried.]

... You...?

[arrogantalloy]

[Still looking bewildered he shakes his head slowly.]

I. I shouldn't have... That was, Um. And you.

[He starts to gesture at Bruce's her-ness.]

It's not, I mean it has... But I ... And... Hm.

[If Tony ever looks back on this he is going to face palm at himself so badly. However he hasn't moved away.]

[greenmoonrising]

[Senses Tony's really regretting this and ducks her head, glancing away and combing her hair back behind an ear.]

I get it, it's... fine.

[Voice is very subdued, holds pillow close to front.]

I should- I'm tired. I'm gonna go to bed.

[arrogantalloy]

No. You don't. But. I'm not really sure if I do... Either...

[greenmoonrising]

... We'll figure this out in the morning.

[Resumes trying to crawl under covers, dejected.]