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[muffinstud]

Bert gasps for air before doubling over and spitting on the floor. "Oh, augh!" She makes a horrendous sour face and shudders. "Dude, what was that? You're just wrong! Sick and wrong!"

[Shy Shay]

Nobody responds, but she does hear the sick sound of somebody punching another.

"Samuel! Stop it! He's down!" That sounds like Cain...

[muffinstud]

She looks up, back to holding herself with her arms beneath her breasts. "Guys, stop it. Don't fight over me!" She throws up a little in her mouth. She'd been kissed by a guy, and a total nutjob at that, and now there were guys fighting over her? "You're acting like crazy people!" She turns and runs back into the kitchen, where she collapses onto her hands and knees on the floor.

[Shy Shay]

The sound of fighting continues as Mason lumbers in, a pile of meat in his hands. "Wha's wrong?"

[muffinstud]

Bert shudders, and wipes a tear from her eye. "They're fighting over me like I'm some kind of piece of meat. Like... I want this or something." She looks up at Mason. "You're not going to act all weird on me too, are you Mason?"

[Shy Shay]

Mason grunts. "You expect to much. But na'; I don' care."

[muffinstud]

Bert sighs. "Thanks." She wobbles to her feet and takes a deep breath. "Here, let me get this meat cooking. I bet you're eager for a huge, juicy steak about now?" She gives him a small smile.

[Shy Shay]

"Yes. Bu' na' wi' a cook that is so worried that she can'nit handle the spices. Calm down."

[muffinstud]

She nods and takes a few more breaths. She stands up straight and nods to herself before walking over and taking a cleaver to one of the slabs. "You know Mason, you're all right."

[Shy Shay]

Mason grunts. "Thinks are new. Thinks change. Change is annoying, but it becomes normal. Take yer' time." And then he leaves.

[muffinstud]

She frowns and shakes her head at his words. She shrugs, then starts laying out and seasoning the steaks. "Normal. Will I ever think this is normal?" She looks down at herself. "I hope not..."

[Shy Shay]

Eventually, Caina comes in, dragging Kyle and Samuel. "I think you two have something to say to Bert."

Kyle grunts. "Sorry I followed the directions on your clothing..."

Samuel looks away. "Sorry that I messed with the kitchen..."

[muffinstud]

Bert has the steaks sizzling on their makeshift grill. The meat looks and smells delicious already. She turns to Kyle and waves the cleaver at him. "Never touch me again. Ever. You do, and I won't be the only one around here that lost their manhood."

She turns to Sam and sets the cleaver aside. "Thanks. I think I know why you did it, and that bothers me, but thanks anyways." She walks up and puts a hand on Samuel's shoulder. "You did fantastic."

[Shy Shay]

He brightens up. "Really?" He really is kinda cute... when you look at him in the right like.

Cain shoves the both out before Bert can respond. "Sorry about that. We haven't seen a girl in... well, you know."

[muffinstud]

She shakes her head. "Ugh, I know. And it's not fair to them, since I shouldn't even be one." She sighs, then points at the cooking meat. "Steaks will be up soon. Thanks for the damage control." She looks at the floor. "I've been thinking though. This is permanent, right? I'm like a totally different person." She runs a finger through her hair. "Bert isn't exactly a good name for what I am now."