Whammy's Wonders: The Normal Thread

[The Trancy Brat]

*rolls back in* ACHOOOO! Well darn it, now there's dust all over my clothes *mumblemumble*

[L hates socks_]

Watashi wa L desu.

No need to thank me. = w=

Haha, I'm only teasing you, Nao-- er.. Normie-chan?

-ponders-

Hm... I wonder if there is a more natural solution to that problem? Women do produce testosterone, though it's a relatively small amount for the most part... perhaps there are certain foods, for example, that enhance that.

-ponderponderponder; glances up-

Ah, Chibi-sama! Hello.

[Engineer Whytekatt]

Look buddy. I'm an engineer. That means, I solve problems. Not problems like "What is beauty?"

Good evening, Chibi-sama
: )

I've looked in to natural hormones.
The only thing is is that the prescription is for what I would need to get up to the 400 mark where they would like it.
Especially since I'm already pretty low for a female (down around 92)

That would fall within the purview of the conundrums of your philosophy. I solve practical problems.

[L hates socks_]

Watashi wa L desu.

400...? I see... that's quite a ways to go.

Regardless of testosterone and estrogen levels, you're only as masculine as you feel. = w=
So don't fret about it. I'm sure things will work out.

[The Trancy Brat]

I...I really want some donuts now >.>

[Engineer Whytekatt]

Look buddy. I'm an engineer. That means, I solve problems. Not problems like "What is beauty?"

Oh, I'm not so worried about that.
Though, I do wish my voice was deeper.
That's really about where I am.
I've been dressing a lot more masculine and acting more "male"
But I still get confused at work because I have a very feminine face and my voice give me away

HOWEVER
If I turn my back and someone sees me from the side, I get called "Sir" at work

That would fall within the purview of the conundrums of your philosophy. I solve practical problems.

[L hates socks_]

Watashi wa L desu.

O w O Oh, that sounds like remarkable progress!

O 3O You do get called "sir"? I'd say that's quite an accomplishment. From what I remember, you're a very lovely young lady. e u e
-creeper face-

... I could go for some donuts as well. D;

[The Trancy Brat]

I'm really craving them now D: oh god it's baaad, it's all your sigs fault L!

[Engineer Whytekatt]

Look buddy. I'm an engineer. That means, I solve problems. Not problems like "What is beauty?"

It's always L's fault for the lust of sweets.

And yes, thank you
redface
I cut all my hair off (much to my mother's despair)
She's really fighting my change, but then again, I haven't exactly told her what I'm doing.

That would fall within the purview of the conundrums of your philosophy. I solve practical problems.

[The Trancy Brat]

L is truly evil for making us all crave deliciousness emotion_donotwant

[L hates socks_]

Watashi wa L desu.

-evil genius laugh-
Yeeeees, yeeeeees. Go out into the world, my minions! ... And bring me back some donuts.


Hm... do you think she would support your decision if you told her? She might not raise such a fuss about it if she knows it's a serious life change instead of a whim.
-cheekpinch-
Haha, you're still the same Naomi-chan. = w= heart

[Engineer Whytekatt]

Look buddy. I'm an engineer. That means, I solve problems. Not problems like "What is beauty?"

She wouldn't be accepting.
That's part of the whole problem.
If I could just come out and say, "Hey, Mom. I'm really a boy" I honestly think things would be going so much smoother.
My dad knows and my brother knows, but when I've asked them how to tell my mother, they've both looked at me like, "Eeeee ... I dunno."

That would fall within the purview of the conundrums of your philosophy. I solve practical problems.

[L hates socks_]

Watashi wa L desu.

Ah, I see...

-nibbles his thumb-

It's probably best to keep things gradual, then. You can become who you want without having to put a label on it for her.

-hugsquish-

[The Trancy Brat]

Sorry, they can't bring you back any donuts...because I ate them all...every.single.one.

[L hates socks_]

Watashi wa L desu.

-stares with his mouth hanging open-

How... how could you?

-gives you a pitiful look-

By the way, your signature reminds me of Mello. Oh... how I miss my successors.

-siiiiiiiiiiiigh-