M!A Bender || Open(ish)
Elle sat in the middle of her..well his bed pouting. Once more she had been the target of some sick anon. The female she had once been was gone replaced with the body of her familiar male form. Something in the back of his mind was screaming that Athene had something to do with this, but he was far too kind to even openly suspect her.
So now he just pouted, sitting in bed, in a now overly tight shirt and a skirt, having been too stubborn to get up and get changed. He yelled out of frustration and fell back on the bed, staring up at the starry ceiling. “Three days… I can’t do this. I’m just fresh meat for Athene.” he spoke to himself, still not use to the new voice.