Room 217, Thursday Morning

Savannah woke up to the sound of growling.

When she opened her eyes, she saw Destiny standing on the bed between her and Johnny... and she was growling at her.

"Destiny what's --" Wait... what was wrong with her voice?

Looking down, she saw the blankets had slipped and her chest was...

"Oh my god!"

That deep voice could not be hers. Flailing a little, she ended up falling out of the bed and smacking her head on the floor.

"Ow," she muttered, reaching for the shirt of Johnny's that she usually went to bed in. It was a tighter fit than normal... and it was just barely long enough to cover the new parts she discovered when she was on the floor.

She was really seriously considering hiding under the bed for a good long time.


[[OOC: For said boyfriend]]

Room 217, Thursday Morning

Savannah woke up to the sound of growling.

When she opened her eyes, she saw Destiny standing on the bed between her and Johnny... and she was growling at her.

"Destiny what's --" Wait... what was wrong with her voice?

Looking down, she saw the blankets had slipped and her chest was...

"Oh my god!"

That deep voice could not be hers. Flailing a little, she ended up falling out of the bed and smacking her head on the floor.

"Ow," she muttered, reaching for the shirt of Johnny's that she usually went to bed in. It was a tighter fit than normal... and it was just barely long enough to cover the new parts she discovered when she was on the floor.

She was really seriously considering hiding under the bed for a good long time.


[[OOC: For said boyfriend]]

Room 217, Thursday Night

Savannah was tipsy, bored, and curious.

Now, in general, any one of these things was dangerous where Savannah Levine was concerned. All three at once? That could spell a disaster waiting to happen.

She was wearing the leather pants that Sean had given to her for free and a black sleeveless shirt that fit her new chest pretty well.

She had also drank about a quarter of a bottle of flavored vodka. Savannah wasn't a big drinker so the amount she had imbibed was plenty to make her a little less restrained than she usually was.

Which was to say, not at all.

She was standing in front of the mirror looking at herself, and every so often, she would look down the pants, her curiosity growing.

Her curiosity is how she accidentally discovered that feathers... felt really good.



[[For the boyfriend and will most likely get NWS in the comments]]

Room 217, Thursday Night

Savannah was tipsy, bored, and curious.

Now, in general, any one of these things was dangerous where Savannah Levine was concerned. All three at once? That could spell a disaster waiting to happen.

She was wearing the leather pants that Sean had given to her for free and a black sleeveless shirt that fit her new chest pretty well.

She had also drank about a quarter of a bottle of flavored vodka. Savannah wasn't a big drinker so the amount she had imbibed was plenty to make her a little less restrained than she usually was.

Which was to say, not at all.

She was standing in front of the mirror looking at herself, and every so often, she would look down the pants, her curiosity growing.

Her curiosity is how she accidentally discovered that feathers... felt really good.



[[For the boyfriend and will most likely get NWS in the comments]]