While Wendy was a morning person, it would be less than honest to say she fired on every single cylinder before she got around to having her caffeine. Which was why at first she didn't notice anything too amiss when she got out of bed, and stretched, one hand rubbing over her stubble as she yawned.

She paused and rubbed her hand over her stubble again, before opening her eyes fully and looking down at herself. "Dude, I'm a dude," she said. "And tall!" Yes, that last part was the more important thing as far as Wendy was concerned.

[open, especially to teh roomie]