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[formerfratboy]

Nick should have known there was something really fishy going on when he woke up and really really really really had to pee.  Like, stop the world I'm going to explode sort of potty emergency.

He groaned, annoyed that his bladder seemed to revert back to a child-like state overnight somehow.  

And when he groaned, he realized there was something really, really wrong.

Maybe he was getting sick, he thought, as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and went to get up...

Only instead of feet smacking on solid floor, his feet hit air, which he understood only as he propelled himself off of the bed and landed on the floor with a great, resounding thud.

"What the fuck?" he squeaked, looking down at himself and noticing that he was definitely, definitely not himself.

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[sanders-csi.livejournal.com]

He stopped laughing and looked up, grinning wide. "Hey, man, you're the one having a tantrum. You know, it could be a ton worse."

[formerfratboy.livejournal.com]

"I am not having a tantrum," he said defiantly, even though in the back of his head, he totally knew he was. "I'm just annoyed. Because I'm a freaking kid. It couldn't possibly be any worse."

[sanders-csi.livejournal.com]

For as smart as he was, sometimes he just didn't think things through.

"You could be a chick," he offered.

Oh, shit.

[formerfratboy.livejournal.com]

Nick scowled even more. "Yeah, I could," he said, "and then I could do some stupid and reckess stuff to screw with someone's whole, like, like, sense of self or something."

He sighed. "Oh, goddamn, I'm a kid, and I'm an angry kid." Just great.