Stop callin', stop callin', I don't wanna talk anymore~

[pettedasnake]

This is Brittany. Well, it's my phone, so it's not really Brittany, but it's mostly me. I'm not here or I'm busy or there's bees outside. Leave me a message. Promise I'll call you back!

1-voicemail
2-text
3-picture message
4-call

Comments

[text]

[unsociable]

I'm not going to be able to make it to school tomorrow, babe. Cover for me?

[text]

[pettedasnake]

are you sick?

[text]

[unsociable]

I'm a boy.

[text]

[pettedasnake]

youre a girl. you have boobs.

[text]

[unsociable]

Not right now, I don't.

[text]

[pettedasnake]

youre kidding. right?

[text]

[unsociable]

Ugh. No, I wish I was. I'm like, legit in a different body sporting junk down there.

[text]

[pettedasnake]

pics?

[text]

[unsociable]

[ A few minutes later, the message comes through with a photo attached. ]

Here.

[text]

[pettedasnake]

youre still pretty. really nice.

[text]

[unsociable]

Heh, thanks. But now you know my dilemma. I can't come to school looking like this.

[text]

[unsociable]

Fuck my life. I'm a boy again.

[text]

[incrayon]

me 2

1/2

[unsociable]

What?! Really?

2/2

[unsociable]

Picture???

[incrayon]

[Have a quick picture of boy!Britt waaaaving]

[unsociable]

Whoah. Holy fucking shit. ... You look really good, B. For a guy and everything.

[incrayon]

it's weird. i hope tubbers doesn't think its a toy

[unsociable]

I still have some boxers I bought and never wore from the last time, I can bring them over and then we can figure out what to do about our parents and school. I have the feeling this is going to last longer than one day this time, since it's more than just me now.