Codi huffs, closing the door behind her as she finally finds some solace after another work day. One of many by now, in fact. She honestly lost count.

Passing in front of the mirror, she grabs for her usual gray hoodie - it was the last remaining symbol of her old self - and begins slipping her head through the top.

Sticking an arm through one of the sleeves, she looked around for her purse. The standard uniform offered little in terms of pockets, and being a girl suddenly demanded a lot of maintenance she wasn't ready for. She hung it over her shoulder - it was small, cute, and would get the occasional compliment.

Once the hoodie fully went on, she snapped her fingers. The body suit, exposing her assets in all it's glory, began spreading down her legs until it converted into a dress outfit. It only went so far down her thighs, but it was the best she could do. Wearing actual pants wasn't a thing, anymore, and there were already too many casualties as a result of her protesting.

The initial shock of becoming Codi was overwhelming, but now, it just felt normal. She stopped worrying as much about her new appearance, and in most cases, people just thought she was a cute fuzzy rabbit, so it wasn't THAT bad. It just took adjustment.

Looking back in the mirror, the Club Lepus bunny frowned.

Have I really just accepted this like it's normal?

Codi wasn't even sure if she was sad. Just... conflicted.

For all the things that sucked ass about this curse, Codi's new life forced her to face a harsh reality. This job went far past being a simple waitress - she was dancing, performing, traveling, adventuring, seeing the world in a new way. She encountered friends she'd never otherwise have a reason to care about. She laughed and cried. While incredibly flawed, her new life was extravagant.

The old Cody's life... Really wasn't. The unemployed stoner personality lacked any sort of ambition in the world, lost to the fears of what he was faced with. He accepted being the funny extrovert of the friend group, too afraid to make any changes as he accepted his role. He didn't get depressed, but he wasn't truly happy, either.

A few tears rolled down her face.

For all the pain it caused... I don't know if I want this to go away, anymore...

I wish I could just... Go back and hug my old self. Or something. I never really knew how bad I was actually having it.

...Wait.

The bun blinked, not realizing how long she'd stood there. She looked towards the digital clock: 10:45pm already!? Am I spacing out?

She shook her head.

Goddammit... This is so stupid. If I had the option of doing both, it wouldn't be nearly as bad, but here we are. And... After four months, I still have no idea how to fix it, anyway. I just have to deal with it.

Turning away from the mirror, Codi switches off the lights and exits the powder room. It was just another night going home from work.

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