Hairy (open) [FF]

A low grunt escaped Raina's throat as her weary eyes peeled open and came in to focus of a sideways world. She stared a moment, her mouth was open and she'd apparently been drooling all over her face. Sideways. Yup. She lifted her very heavy head and things started to go upright. She sat up taking in her surroundings with an unusual alertness for someone who had just woken up.

The city. She was in the middle of New York City on a park bench. There were cars zooming around her and someone had even left change at her feet. That's funny. Her shoes seemed a bit bigger than usual.

While Raina stared at the shoes she reached a hand up to run it through her- very... very... very... short hair. What the heck?

She blinked for a second. What happened again last night?

Muffins... and some sort of rally. Wasn't that it?

Her head hurt and when she reached up to rub it her hand brushed against the beginnings of facial hair. She froze. Her now seemingly giant hand rushed across her face.

"What the-"

the voice that came out was not her own but a lower gruff voice. A male voice.

She stared down at her masculine hands.

"Oh my Gaw-"

she stood up and felt like she was suddenly towering over everyone. She was indeed dressed in man's clothing. Her arms were rather hairy as well.

She stumbled down the street bumping into a newyorker who swore at her and caught a glimpse of her reflection in a glass building.

At first she didn't realize she was the one controlling the body but the realization dawned on her all too quickly- especially when she realized that more than anything else in the world right now she needed to pee.