The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
There was something a bit embarrassing about asking a stranger to rescue you from a mob of children. Given that he had once been swapped into Rhia's body, however, they sort of skipped the normal friendship growing routine. Plus, she had powers that could help in this situation. Zaid's ears only seemed to have made it worse.
Rhia launched forward to address the mom and child while Zaid tried to keep the kid at bay. "Mr. Easter bunny, how does a male bunny lay eggs?"
"I don't lay eggs. I'm not even a full bunny! I just have bunny ears."
"No, you're an Easter bunny! You must be hiding them. Do you paint the eggs like in that movie? Do you have a boomerang? Why do you speak a weird language."
"I speak Japanese. I grew up in Japan. No, I don't have eggs!" Stars, the kid was asking questions while the mom was yanking on his hoodie, as if she could find where he had hidden the Easter eggs. He was in danger of getting groped when he had enough and made a jump up on top of a nearby scaffolding. There was no way to look dignified as he scrambled over the railing and tried to cover his tail again with the growing crowd yelling below him. Rhia, please hurry! He flattened himself against the wall behind him, letting one ear free and trying to pinpoint where she had gone. All he could hear were the persistent whines below him until...they paused. Zaid breathed out and snuck to the edge of his hiding place, watching as a rather angry looking child stamped it's foot at Rhia.
"How dare you! Put us back! Why would we listen to you? Maybe I should have them chase you instead!" The little girl demanded. The adult woman was nudging the ground with a foot, looking uncomfortable.
"M-mom, your shoes hurt. Can we switch back now? This isn't fun, you said today would be fun."
"Darling, mommy is dealing with a situation here, please be patient."
They argued for a few more moments before the daughter discovered she was holding a purse and the magical 'money card'. The threat of taking off to the toy store seemed to sober up the mother, who agreed to the terms.
The crowd eventually blinked, seeming lost. A few muttered about a weird Easter dream before going back to their day. Zaid continued waiting, not eager to be manhandled again by climbing down too suddenly.
It was good Zaid could not read minds. Had he known Rhia was plotting the possibility of carrying him out of this mess he would have just taken the risk of running for it, coffee in hand. But he was thankfully more focused on the lingering crowd, a few children and parents sprinkled in their path, many actively blocking the best escape.
Then, he caught a scent. He paused, grabbing Rhia's arm and sniffing again. It was hard picking out a smell in New York, especially when you had a bag of coffee under your arms. Thinking about it, he motioned for her to take the brew and then sniffed again. "I think....I think they're around here." He said cautiously.
His eyes scanned the street until he finally spotted the little girl and mom next to an ice cream shop. They were watching the crowd, while Zaid was watching them. He nudged to Rhia to point out the pair, and at the same time, a little girl paused and looked at him closely.
"Easter bunny?"
"Do something, quick! Please!" Zaid let out a string of Japanese that roughly translated to begging, when the little girl latched onto the hoodie, yanking at him.
"Where are the Easter eggs! Did you hide them already? Are you hiding them in your jacket? Where did your ears go?"
Zaid managed to find a baggy”I Love New York” hoodie, and scrambled to get into it while Rhia called out warnings. He pulled the hood on tight as the crowd paused, and moved to the counter to pay while a little girl stood in the doorway, looking suspicious. “He’s nearby! Maybe he is hiding some eggs for us!” She exclaimed. Zaid wasn’t sure how such a statement could sound so terrifying, but it did. The store owner gave an understanding grimace, and Zaid almost left before spotting a package of coffee on another shelf. Well, at least one problem could be solved. He bought that too and snuck behind Rhia, nose twitching slightly at the scent of the crowd that was still close.
”I can point them out, but what if they already took off? The city is huge, maybe I can just find somewhere to lie low for a few hours.”
A group of teenagers wandered into the stall grumbling about the missing bunny. Zaid decided they needed to keep moving, and snuck to the street, trying to think of somewhere safer.
”Is the museum open? The toy store? Somewhere I can vanish in a crowd,” he felt like the group was magnetically following him. Was the brainwashing that strong? He clung to the coffee for safety.
Rhia did not argue, thankfully. She was in a dress and heels which probably wasn’t the best evasive outfit, but with the shoes gone, they were a little better off. Zaid just needed to think quickly.
Since the mob had kids with them, they were slowed down and temporarily confused by the loss of their prey. Zaid tried to explain what was going on as they ducked down a side street. ”There was a mom, and the kid asked if I was the Easter Bunny, and I said no! So, she punished me! And, they are chasing.... Stars, I don’t know how to stop them!” Could he identify the mom, maybe? Had she stayed around to watch? Could he just jump somewhere and hide? A tree, maybe there was a tree...
”We were out of coffee and I didn’t realize it was Easter! I would have at least worn a hat! Oh, a hat! Would a hat work?” he looked around for a shop or something they could duck into. A souvenir stall was nearby and he jumped inside, flattening himself behind the door. The storekeeper shot a look, but seeing the ears he seemed to understand. The owner had blue skin, and obviously had their own moments of mutant based prejudice based on the nod.
Zaid has not planned on leaving the house that morning, but Jude had been called into work for one reason or another, and during the hasty rush to leave, it was noted they were out of coffee. The remaining dredges were just enough to get his boyfriend alert before leaving, and Zaid decided he may as well try to replace the empty bag before Jude returned.
The store wasn’t far away, so Zaid decided to walk there instead of taking a cab. He was halfway to the store when a little girl pointed to him, and giggled at his ears. “Look, it’s the Easter Bunny! Mr. Bunny, did you bring Easter eggs?”
Zaid blinked, looking down at her, and one ear tilted to the side. Oh no, it was Easter, wasn’t it? He never would have left if he hadn’t processed that revelation faster. Already the girl had pointed out his tail, and the mother cooed encouragement, obviously thinking this childhood mistake was adorable.
”Oh, I’m not the Easter Bunny. I just have bunny ears. I’m sorry,” he tried to explain.
The little girl looked up at him, and then came the trembling lower lip. The frown, and oh the WAIL!!! His ears flattened in surprise and he grimaced, waving frantically to stop her. ”I’m sorry, I don’t have anything to give you! I’m not-“
“Shame on you! Making a little girl cry! You know what, I think she’s right, you are the Easter Bunny!” The mom looked at him as she said that statement, and there was a sudden jolt through the crowd. What...what was that? Suddenly there were excited mutterinfs and more kids joined in.
“Easter bunny! It’s the Easter Bunny!”
“Easter Bunny!”
”I’m not the Easter Bunny!”
“Easter Bunny!”
Someone tugged his tail. Zaid yelped and backed up. The mom smirked knowingly and Zaid glared, ears flat. Another mom squeeled and tries to grab his arm. Zaid backed up quickly.
”Undo it!”
“Enjoy the next two hours, Easter Bunny,” she mocked.
Then, the crowd launched forward.
Zaid did the most logical thing, and ran for his life.
He got one block away as the yelling grew in volume, and was ready to make some type of leap to escape when he had to dart sideways to avoid crashing into a certain person. Rhia! Oh Stars it was someone familiar!
”Help! They won’t leave me alone!!!” he threw aside dignity and grabbed her arm desperately.
Zaid felt his cheeks get a little pink, and he laughed awkwardly. "I mean, I guess I just used the normal towel for my hands? Why waste another towel? But...I also never had guests. I guess you wouldn't expect a guest to use your normal towel... Stars, please don't run out the front door halfway through this and give up all hope for me. I blame homeschooling." They were opposites on this. Jude was always around people, and Zaid had spent most his life in isolation. He drank a deep gulp of tea, not even regretting how hot it felt. He needed something to stop the rush of panic that seemed destined to fill his overactive brain.
We could make the round table cloth into a ravishing cape, I'm sure.
"Be careful with that type of talk or I'll have you dressed up for the next convention, for sure. Which, you're going to have to go to one with me, costume or not. At least then half the words I use will make a little more sense. I swear it's not all Japanese." He knew dating a nerd was a bit of a challenge, but Jude was trying, and that was all that mattered. They didn't need to like the same things, but it was just nice to be accepted as he was.
Taking another gulp of tea Zaid set the cup down and pulled the nearest box over. Walk across the floor without dying? He could certainly make that happen. "Believe it or not, my apartment was clean. No risk of injury. But, a lot of this was shoved into one of the bedrooms. I'm pretty sure most of it will just go back out the front door." He flinched slightly when he removed the tape from the cardboard flaps. The items inside were mostly old clothing, and while they were a bit musty, the scents still lingered a bit. That was a kick to the stomach he managed to swallow, quickly checking under the items. Just clothes. He shut it and scooted it to the corner. "Donation pile. One down." The next box smelt like Jude's apartment, which was a much calmer experience for him.
Zaid's ears did a little dance at Jude's comment about the coffee, but smiled back instead. "Hey, the kitchen is about the only place I feel confident in. Don't take away the one thing I feel like I can be helpful with. Maybe it's less about your ego and more about mine on this one," he remarked.
Then he sort of lost the smile at the comment about the boxes. Yeah, there really was a lot they needed to go through. The idea had been to send whatever wouldn't be kept to get donated, but the move had happened in a spontaneous shuffle that hadn't given much time to do actual sorting. Now he just felt overwhelmed by the task on top of the remodels.
The pen stopped somewhere right at the halls edge. Thankfully, it didn't go alllll the way to the other room. That was more stress than either of them needed.
"Honestly, not all of it is sentimental. It's, a bit hard to explain." Feeling he needed something to drink if he was going to try putting this into words, he put some hot water into a cup and started seeping a tea bag. His ears flattened and relaxed as the scent reached him. It was oddly calming, for black tea.
"When I was left on my own I just sort of was...winging it.I kept a lot of stuff just because I had no idea what I was doing. I knew how to do laundry and cook, but if something broke I had to figure out how to fix it, and then I needed to alter my pants and there were sewing supplies but I had to figure out what I could use... Now I can look at things and admit I probably didn't need 12 towels for just me, and I've never used that little hand towel size in my life, and no, we don't need a round table cloth when we don't have a round table." He gave Jude a somewhat sheepish look.
"So yes, for the most part, I prefer if we just scoot the unneeded things off to a thrift store. The uh, nerd trinkets we can take on a case by case basis too. You seem to have adjusted into the bachelor lifestyle much smoother than I did."
Zaid was in the side room, staring down a pen as it rolled into the kitchen, when his ear twitched in the direction of Jude's calling. He was about to answer when one of the not-so-carefully stacked boxes behind him fell over thanks to the slanted floor, and the sudden THUNK behind him sent the bunny up and backward onto the nearest tall object. More boxes. It was a good thing he was light, and also a good thing the stack he landed on didn't immediately fall over with the sudden weight of a man-sized rabbit perched on them.
"Sorry! Coffee. Working on it. Water should be boiling. Hey, I think this floor is...tilted." Zaid answered from the other room. Now that he was up on the box tower, he had to find a way back down without destabilizing the whole thing. How did they get so many boxes, anyway? It wasn't like Jude had a large apartment to start with, and Zaid didn't. He was fairly certain the one he was sitting on contained towels and linens. The one under it had to also have been something fluffy, while the bottom he knew most clearly was labeled 'books'. In the end, he sort of shifted his legs back under him, and made the hop back to the floor, feeling more like a cat than a rabbit. Success!
Giving Jude a kiss and trying to looked pleased rather than embarrassed by his acrobatics, he moved back to the kitchen to put the coffee on that sounded like it was needed. Taking a coffee filter, he spooned the powder into it then wrangled it over a mug. At least in the kitchen he was coordinated, so Jude wouldn't feel the need to snatch the pan of boiling water from him. Or, he shouldn't. Zaid often wondered if he should really be around so many knives for his day job when life seemed to love throwing drama his way...
Task complete, he handed the cup to Jude. The coffee pot probably would have done better, but at least his barista experience kept there from being random coffee grounds floating in the water. His nose twitched once at the lingering smells from the strong brew, and fished around for black tea for himself. "I'm going to find the rest of the kitchen stuff today, I swear. I didn't think we owed so much..." He admitted.
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It had taken work, but Zaid and Jude could finally say they were moved in to the new apartment. The downstairs rooms still had plenty of boxes, furniture was left in odd places, but they had a bed, a dresser, and a mostly functioning kitchen. There was the small problem of missing silverware still, and Zaid wasn't sure how all the Tupperware they owned lacked lids, but those were things they could solve.
The first few days had gone rather fast. After spending an enormous amount of time hunting for sheets, finding clothing, and eventually crashing for the night, day one had been a blur. Day two had been interrupted by an unexpectedly drunk Zaid, who proceeded to try to teach Jude how to dance, then spent a bit of time feeling sick when his body remembered it couldn't throw up. Thankfully, alcohol poisoning was avoided. That would have been a mess to explain given he was still underage.
Day three was spent, well, day three had distractions that mostly involved the bedroom. Being drunk and affectionate, Zaid had given his boyfriend a lot to resist. And then, there wasn't so much need to resist once he was sober. There wasn't much progress setting up the house after that.
They ordered delivery. Day three became a very lazy day in the end.
Waking up on day four, Zaid yawned and wandered into the kitchen, deciding it was finally time to try and set them up for actual cooking. He nosed through a few boxes, finding tea, coffee, but no coffee pot, and in the end put on a pot of water to boil. They would have to settle for the old fashion way. While that was working, he went into one of the side rooms, and started to fish through another box. A wayward pen fell out, and Zaid blinked as he watched it slowly roll toward the door. Fascinated by the moment, he stood there in his pajama pants, wondering if he had anything else to roll through the room.
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Zaid relaxed as he listened to the speeches, finding it hard not to let his brain run off with the 'what-if's he could think of. On the flip side, he was already looking forward to being home and having time with just Jude to talk to. Rhia wasn't bad, but Zaid had to behave when there was so much extra company, French be damned. Also, he wanted to be free of this suit. After all the body switching, he was finding it incredibly stifling now.
Somewhere near the end of the second speech, Zaid's ears got a louder than necessary sound of retching, and his nose caught the awful intense reek of it. Combined with the previous vomit in the trashcan, he had to cover his sensitive nose. Now that he had experienced what it felt like to throw up, it made it even worse. Oh, it made it soooo much worse.
"Yeah, my nose is at it's limit. Uh, phone numbers. Gym. Next time!" Zaid frantically waved, noticing a paper and pen abandoned on a table. Probably one of those 'leave a message for the couple' things. Whatever. It was now a 'here are our phone numbers, shenanigans sometime, okay?' card. Quickly writing out two phone numbers, he had to pause to fix his name after writing it in Japanese first, then correcting it into English. His nose was making it hard to concentrate. Then he passed it off to Rhia.
"We'll talk soon!" Then he scurried for the door with Jude and bolted for fresh air.
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Jude's suggestion actually wasn't half bad. While the swap IOU was useful, actually having help learning to work out efficiently would have better long term benefits. Cooking had not exactly aided him in the muscle category, and his thin frame was purely from bunny metabolism. Not that he wanted to get quite as muscular as some people, but maybe not looking so prey-like could have advantages.
"Actually, the gym session wouldn't be a bad idea. While the IOU could probably have a million fun uses, I probably could use help in the working out department." He momentarily wondered if Jude would appreciate him being a little more muscular. That was not something he would discuss in front of a stranger though. He did give his boyfriend a sideways glance as if wondering. He had always been trapped in the 'cute' category, he wondered if he would ever lean more toward hot with effort. The idea amused him a little and he had to draw his mind back.
Then Jude spoke in French and his brain went right back that direction. Zaid pouted slightly, muttering to himself and deciding it was horribly unfair how attractive Jude's second language sounded. He was fairly certain Japanese didn't compare, and nudged into his boyfriend as if in protest of how seductive he was being. There would be words later, clearly. He didn't want to be teased horribly for saying much now.
The ting of glasses drew attention to the toasts happening. That felt like a much more normal wedding procedure, and Zaid listened, smiling to himself a little at the spectacle. Despite all the hiccups, there was the warm vibe of romance in any wedding setting, and that made it nice. And certainly, easier to enjoy now that he was a bunny again.
Zaid had a momentary fierce expression (or as much as he could muster when he had bunny ears again. Really, hard to be intimidating as a bunny), and then Rhia apologized. His ears relaxed one at a time, and he sighed, pushing a hand through his hair. Before he could comment, Jude ran off to deal with something. Zaid, having missed the grandpa swap, just assumed it had something to do with the wedding and his usher duties.
That left him and Rhia. "I guess we're even this time," he flicked one ear in the direction of the trash can. Staff was sneaking over to deal with that, but thankfully no one ratted out who actually had vomited. They were spared that embarrassment. "I guess you wouldn't know it would be that dramatic. Just, the mutation, I was born with it. It's more than ears. Tail, legs. Being part prey animal just makes me very susceptible to damage it seemed." He rubbed his forehead, the comment very casual. He had long since accepted the fact he was a magnet for disaster.
"I guess what I'm trying to say is, I wasn't trying to be a stick in the mud. We are generally very open minded to a bit of fun. Just, within reason." He felt like he was really failing to say what he meant and muttered a little more in Japanese. This whole experience gave him a headache.
Jude finally returned and spread Zaid from more awkward babbling. He looked over hopefully, ”Everything’s fine then? That’s good.” it felt like all the body switching had managed to take a chunk of the reception and blur it for Zaid. Not that he had ever been to a wedding reception, but this one was very casual it felt like. Almost like a big party where several people were clearly making the most of the free booze.
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Zaid was relieved when a truce was called, and listed to the instructions, which proved to be a good distraction from the queasy feeling he was experiencing. He noted a nearby trashcan, and managed to dump the cup into that before any power swapping took place. He decided the risk of dropping the cup of sick was a sure way to ruin the wedding even further. With luck, he would not be the one dealing with the horrible taste in his mouth for very long. Although, his bunny nose would likely still get a whiff of it. At least he knew he wouldn't get sicker from that.
There was a moment of floating, weird out of body sensations, and finally.
"I have ears!" He practically purred when his hands shot to his head and felt fur. The odd muted sensation was gone, he could hear normally, he could smell--okay, that smell wasn't great, but there was Jude, and Jude's scent was back. He felt his tail wiggle once out of sight but enough to verify that it too, was where it belonged.
Once he verified Jude was also back, he tightly hugged his boyfriend, exhaling with relief. He was a bit embarrassed for his reaction, but his cheeks were flushed with a mixture of frustration as well. He took the chance to hold out the cup to Rhia to take the alcohol away, nose wrinkled with annoyance. "You're lucky I didn't inherit a rabbit's susceptibility to black out as well! I'm sorry I threw up in your body, but stars! You don't know anything about my mutation, you can't just go jumping into someone's body like that." He hated sounding like a stick-in-the-mud, but having his conscious thrown through a cycle of firsts before being thrown back by this woman crossed a line.
Jude was trying to reassure him, and Zaid wanting to feel comforted when he said they would sort it out. His, no, her ears wanted to perk up, but these ears didn’t move. How could he convey anything with this unmoving ears?
Zaid is trapped
Trapped. That unraveled the confidence Jude tried to create. They were still negotiating when his stomach decided it had enough with the stress. No, her stomach...
"I...don't feel so great." The statement was too much for her to handle. Being trapped without ears or tail just felt like she suddenly looked down and was missing a leg. She kept trying to move her ears, but Rhia didn't have ears. Zaid had ears. Zaid in Rhia's body just had useless human ears and no tail and...
Oh...no.... "Your...your body can throw up, can't it?" He realized far too late. He wanted to run to the bathroom, but had no idea if he could manage a few steps in this strange body. He looked down and was holding a cup still, the punch he had tried so awkwardly to drink before.
Well, no need to try further. The bile that hit the back of his throat was quickly spat into the cup and he cursed in furious Japanese at the world's most awful taste. He hated this body. With a livid passion. "I don't care who does it, someone get me back in my own body or I am not responsible for where I throw up next." He trembled, looking around desperately for a napkin or something to wipe his mouth with. Her mouth with.
Zaid was trying to keep it together, but so many things were happening at once. He couldn’t drink properly, then Rhia was Jude, and then...
That, certainly, did not feel normal. She had done something. The body-swapping minion of evil had done something and holyfrickin’staaaarssss he had human ears!
There was a rather impressive string of Japanese out of Jude’s mouth until he clamped a hand over it, then to his ears, or to his lack of bunny ears, then to his human ears. This...this was fine. This would be fine: never mind the sounds were weird and his nose felt stuffed now and he couldn’t smell and why did these ears not move.
Not to mention Jude’s body held a power, a bundled up cat he could accidentally spring at any moment. He was terrified of being in charge of that. What if he hurt Jude? What if he hurt himself? Stars stars stars SHIT!!!
Jude caught his attention. Zaid looked back with all the rabbit panic he was feeling and wanted nothing more than to be out of that body. Jude needed to be back in his own body. In control of this power Zaid was NOT ready for.
Then, the movement again. The out of body floating. And...
He was... Rhia.
Further Japanese cussing.
He looked at Jude and while he wanted to throw a giant tantrum about things, relented and let the power stripping take place. It...well, it wasn’t comfortable. Much like walking into an adapted field and having everything suddenly gone. He didn’t feel the powers. But he also didn’t feel his ears, or tail, and he was in a dress, and ”I’m still a girl...” he complained. ”I don’t even like girls normally.... why do I have to be one now?!” he complained, rubbing at his ears in discomfort. He found his own body and gave it the dirtiest look he could muster. He was NOT happy with this.