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Montparnasse was never one to care about time. Being a loafer did not require one to wake at any particular hour. So, when he heard the glaring blast of a clock radio, he was more puzzled than annoyed. Since when did he have one of those next to his bed? And how are they turned off? He groaned and reached over to his nightstand where there should have been a knife. Loud noises deserve no mercy, after all. Eyes still closed, his hand encountered the offending clock, but no knife. Somewhat vexed, he opened them and was shocked to see that the walls had changed color overnight. Instead of the tasteful silver and green, they were covered with gaudy red and gold. Sniffing at his offensive surroundings, he looked at the radio in his hand. Something seemed wrong, but he couldn't quite place it. The room looked different, yes, but it was poisson d'avril, and he wouldn't put it past someone in his house to have changed it as a joke. No, that wasn't the problem, he decided. His hand had changed as well. Montparnasse sprinted for the bathroom.

It wasn't all that different. Being feminine to begin with made it much easier to actually be female. Dressing was difficult, as there didn't seem to be anything around without dots or stripes, but he had managed to locate a relatively normal pair of trousers and a minimally painful shirt. Things, he decided, could have been worse. He didn't know who this figure belonged to, but he found that all of his anger could be easily resolved. Grinning with his new mouth, he picked up the alarm clock and proceeded to smash it against the wall.