And here he'd thought
Gilbert Beilschmidt's mind was in a panicked stupor. After all, how else was he supposed to react to having woken up as a girl when he had been male just the night before? He had no idea what had happened, no idea what to do, no idea who to turn to. Sure, maybe his brother would be helpful
No. Ludwig was not the one to turn to. Actually, no man was trustworthy at this moment. The only others he would turn to would be Francis or Antonio, and, well
like his little brother, they were both quite into women. What he needed was a girl he could talk to, one that wouldn't overreact or start freaking themselves when they saw him. And Gilbert knew just the girl to ask. All he had to do was sneak by his brother and run really, really fast to her house, and pray he didn't get jumped along the way.
-Now, if I could draw you away from the main plot for a moment, I wish to point out that, being the type of guy that he was, and having felt a certain way about every pretty woman he saw before this change had happened, Gilbert didn't realize that not every man out on the streets would want to jump him. But then, this ignorance is what makes him who he is, after all, and that essence of who he is is probably why he's so beloved. Anyway, back to the story.-
He steeled his nerves and peeked his head out the bathroom door. No sign of his little brother. That was good. Maybe he could sneak out the back door if Ludwig was at the table. And even if he wasn't, well
too late, he had already started moving down the stairs as quietly as possible; which was considerably quieter than he could normally manage, so perhaps this smaller frame had its advantages?
Regardless, he reached the landing without alerting his brother, and even managed to sneak over to the back door and click it open. Unfortunately, that one sound had tipped Ludwig off.
"Gilbert? Are you awake already?"
He didn't dare respond, but threw the door open the rest of the way and bolted out into the backyard, clambered up the fence that contained his brother's three quite bewildered dogs, and scrambled down the street and up to a familiar address, one he had visited often in the past.
"[Name]! [Name], open up! [Name], c'mon, open the door!" he called in his new more muted voice, as he pounded furiously at her front door, not caring if he woke the neighbors. She had to help him!
"I'm coming, I'm coming, just stop being so loud!" An irritated voice came to relieve Gilbert's worry just a tad, as she opened the door and rubbed her eyes sleepily. "Can I help you?" she asked once she banished some of the grogginess.
How could she not see the problem standing right in front of her? He was a woman now, for the love of God! "I'm a girl!" he screeched angrily, motioning to his body with frustration.
[Name] blinked, more than a little confused. "Um
Yes, I can see that, but is there something I can help you with-?"
"It's me!" he hissed, growing impatient. "Gilbert!"
She stared at him long and hard, but still things did not register. "Sorry, but the only Gilbert I know is a guy-"
"I am the Gilbert you know!" he whined, growing desperate.
She glanced back. "..And you just expect me to believe this?"
He nodded, folded his arms, and scowled. "Look, I don't know what happened, why I'm like this, or anything, and at the moment I don't really care. But as you might be able to tell, these clothes are incredibly uncomfortable and right now I have no idea what to do so will you please help me out and let me in?!"
How could she say no to a Gilbert that was actually asking her for help?
In spite of how hard it was to pick apart his run-on sentence. "Alright, alright. Come in, I guess." She opened the door wider and he entered gratefully, hugging himself as if he was either freezing, trying to protect himself upon entering the lion's den, or both. He had been never actually been in her house beforewhen he came to her house, she'd come out and they'd go to the library or an empty classroomthough being alone with [Name] was nothing new.
"Well, this isn't exactly math help," she noted, "but I'll see what I can do."
" He was distracted as he looked around the house, wary of anyone seeing him in such an unusual state. He noticed as they progressed toward the stairs just how clean and neat the house looked, but as far as he knew, [Name] was actually an incredibly unorganized person. How did she keep such a big house so clean-?
"It's probably lucky for you," she informed him as she led him up the stairs toward her bedroomnormally, he would have been thoroughly excited by this opportunity, but he was in no position to think about that at the moment"that Elizabéta is away for a few days, since she'd probably be enjoying this-"
Gilbert cut her off. "Elizabéta is your roommate?!" he shrieked, looking at her with widened, fearful eyes.
"Hm?" A light bulb of sorts went off. "Oh, yeah, you never did see her when she was here, did you? Could've sworn I'd told you that, though
" She chuckled at first, but cut it off when she was met by a red glare. "Don't worry, I won't tell her, and hopefully I'll have something figured out by the time she comes back, alright?" She stopped by a door in the upstairs hall and swung it open. "And here we are: my room." She entered and motioned for him to follow, and when he did he was instantly surprised.
Half of the room was messy and unkempt, while the other half was relatively neat. The neat portion was centered around a computer desk that was lacking its normal instrument and was instead piled high with textbooks, notebooks, and novels halfway read. Everywhere else, save the floor, was cluttered with blankets and clothing in varying colors, as well as, shockingly, some video games and their consoles.
"This is just your room?" he asked, stopping in the middle of an empty place by the door while she continued toward her closet.
"Yup. Elizabéta's a couple rooms down. And please don't touch anything; it's organized chaos in here and I finally know where everything is again." She went on to mutter something about her Hungarian roommate having no idea what kind of problems the last cleaning session had caused as she slid open the closet door and fished through a fairly uniform wardrobe; jeans and shirts in predominantly the same few colors. She tugged a few articles out and looked them over, but mostly shoved them back in and moved on.
"I don't know if I have anything that will be a great fit, considering your size- And please don't say anything about your size having anything to do with how big you were as a guy, alright? I know how you are, Gil
" She huffed when Gilbert let out a snicker, but she was smiling a little herself.
"I wasn't going to," he retorted, "but thanks for the idea. Now you got anything? This shirt is way too tight
" He grumbled, rolling his shoulders but still feeling a little uneasy about taking it off just yet. Prudence aside, he was a little afraid to see what lay underneath-
"Here." [Name] tossed a few articles, still clipped to the hangers, into Gilbert's arms. "It's the best I have for right now, so you'll have to deal with it. At least you're mostly around my size so you shouldn't have to worry about anything being too small." She made her way toward the door, leading the new female by the wrist toward the bathroom in the hall. "Get changed in here and I'll try to figure out what we're going to do from here, okay?"
With everything whirling by too fast for him to focus, Gilbert simply nodded and staggered into the bathroom, gulping before he proceeded to undress. He'd have to get used to it; this was gonna be the norm from now on. At the very least, [Name] was giving him exactly what he needed: she wasn't overreacting, but providing steady, rigid support. Besides, the girl was smart. If anyone could figure out what he should do, it would be her. All he had to do was have faith.
At last he had gotten into [Name]'s spare clothesthey were, undeniably, far more comfortable than what he had gotten out ofand he had to admit, things were looking a lot better than they had been before. He was actually smiling a little when he went downstairs to meet up with his friend, and when she signaled for him to spin around so she could see if he looked alright, he didn't feel as weird about it as he thought he would.
"It works for you," she noted calmly, as she rested her chin in her hand and thought from her place at the table. "I know it's hard for you to know it, but you look pretty natural, so it's believable."
"Great, great, so I can pass as a chick." He frowned. "But what am I gonna do now that I'm like this? I can't just go around saying 'Oh, I randomly turned into a girl overnight,' y'know!"
She chuckled and nodded. "Yes, yes, I know. And I think I came up with a solution for that."
His eyes brightened. "Whattaya got? Really, I'm desperate for anything at the moment."
She smiled deviously, and he suddenly felt unnerved. "Quite frankly?" Slyly, she answered, "Gilbert Beilschmidt is going to have to die."
girls like her were only good at math.