If you want to catch Monika before school, you don’t have time to go to MC’s house, you decide. You strip, throwing the clothes on the floor. You’ll take care of them later, you think guiltily, looking at the clothing pile in the corner.
Sayori doesn’t wear a bra to sleep, you discover, after brushing against her? your? nipples. You want to ‘investigate’ them further, but you don’t have time. You really don’t want to miss Monika. You grab a fresh bra from the closet and put it on, pull up a skirt, then put your arms through a shirt. The buttons throw you off for a minute, they’re on the wrong side, but you stop focusing on them it seems like your hands know what to do. Same thing with the bra, actually. How do you put them on, again?
Your phone buzzing yet another alarm reminds you of the urgency of your situation. You throw on the blazer, then the jacket. There’s so many layers, it’s fairly ridiculous. You grab the collar bow, but don’t even bother trying to tie it. You just jam it in your pocket and hope you can get Monika to tie it later.
You put on your socks, and are running to the door and your shoes when you catch your reflection in the mirror. It’s still very jarring to see someone else in the mirror, but at least you don’t actively dislike the experience. In fact, as you try on Sayori’s signature smile, it’s actually pretty fun!
You make it outside, and after checking the address on your phone, you start running towards Monika’s house. It definitely feels strange to run in a skirt, but you instead focus on what you’re going to say to Monika. “Hey, so I’m actually a guy,” seems misleading, but “I’m an extradimensional being whose possessing and/or merged with your vice president.” is much too blunt. You’re still thinking about what to say when you see her locking the door to her house. She seems down, but that she might just be lost in thoughts of her own. Regardless, when she turns around and sees you, her frown turns into a look of confusion. “Sayori?” she asks.
You’re still trying to come up with what to say, but you’re out of time. You just blurt out what comes to mind. “Um, did you do something to the game? Because, uh, I’m not Sayori. Well, actually,” You wave your arms to indicate your general body. “I am Sayori. But last night I wasn’t. Yesterday, I was just some guy playing a game called Doki Doki Literature Club.” You fidget in place, waiting for Monika’s response. It’s very concerning when you realize that you’re poking your fingers together like Sayori did, but can't really stop. It's just the way you fidget now.
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