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“God damn it!”
“Well, that hurt.”
Thomas held up the Transportalponder. “At least it’s not broken this time.”
“Where are we?” Veronica asked, achieving the rather incredible feat of sitting up in fifty pounds of armour. Something seemed off about her voice, like it was deeper, but Thomas didn’t say anything.
“Looks like the middle of a courtyard.”
“Thomas?” a fourth voice called out. They all turned to the source and saw a large, winged, horned, indigo equine with a mane and tail like the night sky approach them.
“Hello Luna,” Thomas said as he stood up. “Long time no see.”
Princess Luna, for it was indeed her, came to a stop about a foot from him. She raised a hoof the size of a dinner plate tentatively, which Thomas made to grab. “You’re not Thomas,” the mare said warily.
“What do you mean?” Thomas then put a hand to his throat. “Does my voice sound weird?”
“Yeah, it kinda...” The figure in the T-51b trailed off. “Oh my god.”
“What?”
“Holy shit,” Dom said. Thomas looked to her and realised something seemed off. It was normally a little hard to tell with ghouls, but there was definitely something more masculine about her.
“What?” Thomas asked again, looking between the pair. “What’s so strange?”
Veronica didn’t answer, instead poking him in the chest. His expression turned into one of complete confusion. She had touched him, but it had been a point several inches too early. He looked down and gaped. “What the fuck?” he asked.
Where his chest had once been flat, there now rested a pair of perky breasts. Moving his - no, her hand further down told Thomas that she had lost her favourite piece of anatomy.
“Wait,” Veronica said slowly. “If you’re a girl then that means...” The helmet came off to reveal a masculine face. “Oh god.”