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"Motherfff..."

Isaac figures this has to be some kind of retribution or revenge or something that the universe is conspiring against him because he's been avoiding Beacon Hills to try not to cope with the weird shit and instead, it happens to him here, again. After the last time he'd spent a few weeks as a girl, he's pretty sure it's the one thing that makes him distrust the hotel and maybe the one thing that makes him think that hiding out here isn't as safe as he wants to think it is and yeah, maybe he should go home.

Right now, though, he's coping with the fact that he'd jogged inside from his run, walked through the front door, of all places, and suddenly his clothes are too big again and the hair is all over his face and one quick glance down shows him yup, he's got a rack again.

Isaac tips his head to the ceiling, frustration singing through him as he wonders why the hell he can't just get a normal sign from the universe, like a signed note or something. Hell, even a voicemail would've been nice, but instead he's got to deal with this.

Letting out a frustrated breath, Isaac hikes his way to the nearest sofa and sits down so he can bend over to retie the sneakers that are suddenly way too big for his feet. He'd wandered in and out of the front door, but nothing. At this point, he's wondering if maybe the only thing that will let him go back to normal is going back to Beacon Hills.

He needs to find the door first and right now, he needs to fix his shoes and get a ridiculous amount of hair out of his face. He blows strands of it out of his eyes with the force of sheer frustration, blinking rapidly when his vision clears and he finds that he's so not alone.

"Uh, hey?" Isaac offers, peering down and slapping a hand to his chest when his tank top is way more revealing than it was when he left for his run. Cheeks flushed red, he lets out another vivid curse under his breath and slumps back against the padded couch. "I'm not trying to flash you, I swear."

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[vampire_shield]

"Hi, yourself," Bella responded, a curious tilt to her head. The girl smelled familiar, but she knew that she'd never seen her before. One thing about her vampire mind, it gave her near perfect recall. Came in handy, even when it did cause confusion. Like it did now, when her mind was telling her familiar but her eyes were saying stranger.

"I wasn't really looking, so no harm, no foul," she said. "I've heard of washing machines shrinking clothes, but never making them bigger. Did you get someone else's stuff?"

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Isaac's kind of trying to figure out how to do this without becoming the subject of the rumor mill or anything, but it's getting kind of weird. "Not exactly," is Isaac's wry reply. "This place is giving me a loud and clear message that I've been hiding away from things too long and I'm pretty sure it's letting me know bad stuff can still happen here."

[vampire_shield]

"Okay," Bella replied, drawing the word out several syllables. "Because that isn't vague at all. What bad stuff has happened? Someone steal your clothes? Because I don't think you'd be that worried about flashing if that was the way you usually dressed."

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It takes him a second to remember that he's not exactly wearing a sign that says 'hey, I'm Isaac Lahey' and he doesn't think that Bella can read minds or whatever to know that it's him. Still, he's kind of torn between letting her think that he's just a stranger rather than confessing his actual identity. Then again, she'll probably just find out and then withholding the information will be worse.

"More like, I walked through the front door and experienced a sudden and unexpected sex change."

[vampire_shield]

"Sudden sex cha---," Bella broke off as her brain tried to register that one. When it did, she closed her eyes and inhaled through her nose. "Isaac?" she concluded, a little astonished. "Well, you make a very pretty girl, if that helps?"

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Isaac smirks as he settles back against the couch with legs apart and feeling pretty good about his looks. "I make a pretty guy, too," is his reply, seeing as he doesn't exactly lack confidence about that. Still, it's pretty hard to deal with suddenly more curls and he swats them slightly away from his face. "Second time this has happened to me," he bitches. "It's like I'm not allowed to hide out here or this place freaks."

[vampire_shield]

"You do," she agreed, even if he wasn't quite her type - as a boy or a girl. Then her head cocked at his words. "That's the second time you've mentioned hiding. Is there something back home you're staying away from? Something to do with the memory stealing bad guy lair?"

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"Just imagine a bunch of bad stuff," Isaac advises, because if he gets into the details, his life starts to sound really complicated and pathetic. "And throw it all in a blender with some bad guys, worse guys, and weird monsters, and that's pretty much my life." Though, now that most of Beacon Hills is turning up here, Isaac has to wonder if going back to Beacon Hills hadn't been on the books for a while.

[vampire_shield]

Bella thought about it for a moment, then nodded. "I see your point. Faced with that, I wouldn't be in any hurry to go back to it. But do you really think it's the hotel? Or just the weird doors that turn up when you least expect them. I mean, I've pulled open the Rome door about ten times now and it's probably the one place I don't dare go."

[centrally]

"Uh — oh."

Scott's eyes and mouth go all embarrassingly wide when he notices the girl's state of (un?)dress, before clamping his mouth shut and looking away in a manner that's probably more embarrassing than if he hadn't bothered at all. He blinks twice before actually coming up with something useful to say.

"No, it's fine."

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This has to be some kind of universal fuck you to Isaac. Like, it can't be anything but one, because not only is he suffering through this again, but Scott McCall of all people is purposely averting his eyes to not look down Isaac's shirt because, you know, him suddenly having tits is an actual concern. Isaac hauls the tank top up to cover everything, eyes wide with the horror he feels is pretty much necessary in this situation.

"Hey," Isaac says, sighing heavily. "You can look, now. They're gone. They won't jump out and eat you or anything." Not that Isaac would put that past this insane place, not after everything he's been through.

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Scott actually laughs at that, bemused.

"I wasn't worried about that, but thanks."

He almost wouldn't be surprised either, but getting attacked by a homicidal pair of boobs definitely isn't something he'd thought to worry about before. Or, honestly, wants to add to the list basically ever. When he arrived at the hotel, he just had the clothes on his back, but since then he's ended up buying some stuff so he's not wearing the exact same thing every day or anything. Right now he has a denim jacket on over a plaid T-shirt, and he gives the sleeves a pointed tug as he turns back to the girl.

"You can borrow this if you want."

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Isaac grabs for the jacket before Scott can think twice about the offer, sliding into it and hauling it shut over his chest. He figures he should just be honest and upfront about this before Scott actually takes a deep sniff and figures things out. It's embarrassment now or embarrassment later, Isaac figures, and he should just lean into it.

"Scott, dude, it's me," he says, focusing as best as he can to get his eyes to change without the claws coming out, but he can't stop them since being a girl and a wolf is something he still hasn't mastered. "Remember when I said this place was weird? I definitely, definitely meant it."

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Scott's surprised about how demanding the girl is about the jacket — not like he minds, especially when he offered — until she speaks up. It takes a minute to click who me is, between the complications of his own jacket obscuring some of the scent, the fact that she looks totally unfamiliar, and oh yeah she's a girl —

before his mouth opens wide in a perfect circle and he doesn't even try to hide it this time.

"Isaac?"

Oh, God. No, he's not going to freak out. He's not going to freak out. He's definitely freaking out.

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"Surprise," Isaac deadpans, fidgeting with the jacket to get it tighter around him so he can crouch down and tie the shoes, even though they're still flopping around with the sudden shoe size change. He peers up at Scott from where he's knelt over, still pretty lanky but like he was before the bite, without much grace. "Hey, which way did you come in?" he asks, suddenly hoping maybe he can figure out a way to get back to normal without having to spend weeks like this again.

[centrally]

He's staring at Isaac, like he's not completely sure this isn't just some girl who smells a lot like him and happens to also be a werewolf and know his name. He's not sure which would be weirder. Living in Beacon Hills has kind of gotten him used to a lot of weird stuff, but this has to take the cake, which is why there's a pause before Scott has to visible unscramble his brain well enough to answer.

"There," he says, gesturing at a door a ways down the hallway to their left. It doesn't look any different from the doors next to it, but of course that doesn't mean anything here. "Why?"

New worry to add: any one of these doors might turn him into a girl. It's enough to make him think twice before going through any doorway, like the possibility of walking out in the middle of a zombie apocalypse or free-for-all dinosaur world wasn't enough.

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"Because maybe I'll get lucky," Isaac says, heading for the door Scott had pointed to, opening it and striding through only to find that no, he's still a girl, he's still in bad-fitting clothes, and he's still trying not to go beet red thinking Scott is staring at him. He gets it, this is weird, he understands, but it's not like he can control any of this.

Nothing. The door does nothing.

Isaac makes a face and sags back against the wall, feeling kind of out of options and a little sick to the stomach at having to dig out girl clothes again. "This sucks," he complains. "I have the worst control of my wolf when I'm like this," he admits, but maybe now that his alpha is around (whichever one that is, lately) will help this time.

[kuno_ichi]

April paused in sliding her backpack off her shoulder to glance over at the girl slumped in the adjacent sofa. The face was familiar in a way that she couldn't quite place despite that she was certain she'd never seen it before, and she briefly narrowed her eyes before realizing her scrutiny probably seemed a little creepy.

"It's cool, I didn't see anything," she replied, and nudged the backpack over so that she could plop down. "Wardrobe malfunction, huh?"

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"More like the doors here hate me," is Isaac's reply, considering that he really doesn't think he should have to watch out every time he walks somewhere because of unsuspecting sex switching maniacal doors lurking around him. Isaac shifts the tank top up a bit more to cover him up to the collarbone, gnawing on his lower lip as he debates telling April the truth. "I didn't exactly pick clothes this morning thinking I'd turn into a girl."

[kuno_ichi]

Looking up from rummaging in her backpack, April's gaze bounced from sneakers to jeans to baggy shirt, the entire ensemble tugging on her still-reluctant memory. Lifting a hand, she blocked the feminine face from view so that she could see only the clothes, and then almost immediately dropped it again with a look of shock.

"Isaac?"

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Isaac's responding look is panic and dismay in a single glance from his eyes, lifting his feet in the air rather than bending them to get the last lace tied a bit tighter so he's not tripping over shoes that are two sizes too big for him. "Yeah, the whole thing is kind of..." He presses his lips together, aware there isn't a word in the dictionary for this kind of luck. "How about we just agree it's fucked up that I have enough clothes in my room to cope with this and go straight for that. I need to change."

[kuno_ichi]

"The whole thing is kind of...awesome?" April asked, folding her arms across her chest. "Because I know you wouldn't ever say that being a girl is anything less. Not the Isaac Lahey I know, who routinely changes into a creature of the night."

Discerning eyebrow arched, she looked at him again and then relented enough to gather her bag. "You really do need to change, though. This happened to you before?"

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"That's the problem," Isaac says, pushing both hands over his hair, trying to keep it from getting in his face. "It's not that being a girl is bad or anything, but I'm a wolf, April. I can't handle girl and wolf at the same time, I can barely control one," he says, staring down at the baggy clothes. "Yeah, I was stuck like it for a while," he complains. "I got a couple things for my wardrobe."

He nods towards his room, arms crossed over his chest. "Do you know how to braid hair or something to get it out of my face?"

[kuno_ichi]

"I think you can do more than you give yourself credit for," April replied, but didn't press. Isaac was always doubting himself, but in her experience, he was capable of a lot more than he wanted to acknowledge.

Hefting her bag onto her shoulder, she nodded. "Sure, I can help you with your hair," she said, barely suppressing a smile.

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Isaac gives a small huff, not exactly sure he believes that, but then again, he'd had to cope with the hotel damage and his claws slashing into things that meant he'd never get a security deposit back (if that existed here). "Don't look like that," he accuses. "I mean, I get that this is probably hilarious, but you could look maybe a fraction less like you're enjoying it." Still, he turns so that April can get at the hair, which feels a bit frizzy from the sweat after his run.