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Self-Expression through Music, Friday August 14th

"Right," Glinda said, "performances are next week. I look forward to what you will show for each of your pieces. Today you will have free time to work on your project, and ask me questions about it, if you so desire. Please work quietly, and take as much of the food as you like."

Glinda had gotten creative today, and all the food and drinks were items that were referenced in songs: cherry Coke, slider cheeseburgers, canned peaches, candy, pizza and pasta fazool.

Yes, she had no bananas.

[OCD up!]

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...he knew exactly who he looked like and he wasn't all that interested in scaring the living Oz out of his professor, so he came in with a scarf around his head and started working with his face to the desk.

Joan gave the unfamiliar 'girl' a sideways glance. It was a small class and she definitely had not noticed her before.

"Hi," she said.

He peeked out from one side to smile at Joan, lips tight.

"Morning," he said.

"I, uh, don't think we've met," Joan said hesitantly. Because there was something familiar about her. She just couldn't quite put her finger on what it was.

He rubbed at his face for a moment before shaking his head.

"Oh, we have. The island just thinks it has a fine sense of humor."

Brightly, a little too brightly, he held out a hand.

"Liir Thropp-Tigelaar, miss."

Joan managed to control her giggling long enough to shake his... her hand. "Oh, this place."

She well remembered the time she woke up as a boy.

He ducked back under the scarf, rolling his eyes.

"It's really not funny. Especially the second time around."

"I'm sorry," she apologized. "It's just... unexpected. You're a very pretty girl."

Because that would make him feel better, yes.

Yes, you can tell by how his head thunked lightly on the desk.

"Thank you. I think."

"I would still totally go out with you," Joan assured him.

He turned his head, still on the desk.

"Oh?"

Just curious. A little bit relieved. After all, there was more to appearances than just if the girl you've been seeing a few times will still go out with you. But it does help.

"Sure, why not?" Joan asked. "You're still you. Just in a different, uh, package."

Possibly not the best word choice, but well.

"And it's not like I've never kissed a girl..."

Not that there had been kissing yet between her and Liir, mind you.

There was that.

"...do you mean you'd rather kiss me as this than as me? I mean, I'd rather not assume one way or another but I am curious."

And blushing. He was that too.

"Well, no," she said, and hey, they had matching blushes. "Just that it wouldn't necessarily deter me either."

That actually got a smile from him.

"So... you'd like to kiss me as opposed to what I look like?"

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"Miss," Glinda said, sounding confused but firm, "I believe you have the wrong class. Or that the office has neglected to tell me that there was a new student coming in."

"I" and he tried to make his voice sound gruffer before realizing that by adding the gruffness, he'd actually just made himself sound more like her, "I'm in the right place. I guess they forgot to tell you."

Not looking up. A whole world of not looking up.

BLINK.

For a moment, the new girl sounded just like... No.

"Well then!" she said, too cheery, the happiness cracking at the edges. "Welcome to Fandom, help yourself to a snack or two, and... I hope you're enjoying the class!" She wanted to retreat to her desk so badly. "Of course I won't expect you to do the project, since you just got here..."

She was babbling, and she knew it, but as long as she was talking she wasn't asking herself questions.

Ozdammit.

"Miss Glinda," and he finally looked up, "Miss Glinda, it's me, all right? Liir?"

And there was the difference, the bright green eyes instead of bright green skin. But the features, well, the features were telling.

"The island's playing games, of course. I didn't mean to upset you."

"Oh, Liir," she said, sounding immensely relieved. "You didn't upset me... more startled, then anything, really!" She couldn't help but stare for a moment. So that was what Elphy would have looked like if the Wizard had been able to degreenify her. "Is it just you, or are there other boys in this predicament?"

"I'd assume the rest of us are as well," he said with a faint wry smile, "as that's how it happened the last time. But who can tell? Things have struck me on my own before anyway."

"Well, if you need anything," she said with a smile, looking and sounding like she was finally starting to relax, "let me know. I'll do my best to help."

He looked back and forth.

"There was, er, one thing."

And he slipped out of his desk as he didn't want this going much farther than her.

"Is there perhaps something I could borrow to, um..."

Attractively sized breasts are no fun when you're 1. not used to them and 2. don't have a bra.

Glinda nodded, and went to her desk, where her staff was leaning. She picked it up and gave it a quick tap on the floor, which caused a small, nondescript brown box to appear on her desk. She then carried it over to Liir and dropped it on his desk.

[When he opens the box, there's a matched set of green- one might even venture to say the shade was emerald- bra and underwear. There's also a note that says the set will disappear as soon as he gets his manbits back.]

He bowed his head with a faint smile.

"Thank you, Lady Glinda."

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