you can call me great one

Jaina hated everything today.

One day as a guy, fine. Whatever, she'd deal, she'd done it before. Waking up as a guy for two days in a row meant she just wanted to hit things. She'd tried, too, but the fact was, training was just different with a body she wasn't used to. She could work certain muscles or do whatever drills she wanted, but it wasn't going to do any good; sure, it was interesting to see what you could do when you were taller and your strength came from somewhere different, but Jaina trained to work towards something. Working out because it was interesting was pointless. Also, looking like Jacen was really weird for reasons she probably didn't need to go into and some she hadn't expected.

She hadn't really planned to go to her office today, but now without training to do, and completely irritated, she figured she might as well plan out something simple for class tomorrow. If this continued, that was just going to cause problems she did not want to deal with.

Once Jaina had called John to bitch, hey guess who wanted to see her. There were mixed feelings on this, yes. Especially if they were on his time, which meant she was stuck like this longer, though at least she'd still have time to get everything done she needed to do before tomorrow. You know. Like explaining to Wedge and Jag why she looked and sounded like Jacen. Though she was pretty sure Jacen had never looked this pissy.

Having agreed to meet up at the hotel, Jaina knocked on the door to the room, still hating everything. At least here she was relatively sure she could freak out with the management only telling her to shush once or twice, as opposed to somewhere embarrassingly public.


[For the boy... the real boy, and blissfully NFB for distance.]