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Alia couldn't help but hiss to herself as the other girl randomly undressed. It hurt just looking at wounds like that. She paused to hug the girl as she sat back down. Those scars had looked particularly painful. Alia herself couldn't scar, but even if she could she didn't think she would have that many. A few from having s**t thrown at her, from being on the streets, or the one time her mom ran her over intentionally with the family car... but definitely not that many. Yeah. . . this girl didn't deserve to be subjected to any more pain... but Alia couldn't pull herself away from a chance to watch sailor moon. She would spare the girl from the horrors of Alia's presence later on when there wasn't a show to watch, she decided. She didn't bring it up, though. No girl wanted her scars and deformities brought up into a conversation by someone else. Especially someone they barely knew. If the story needed to be told, the girl would tell it. She would settle for gently hugging and trying hard not to scare her.

Alia couldn't help but look at the hunk of meat in the same predatory yet gleeful manner she had before. Especially when he bent over to try to fix the couch. She actually caught herself moving to try to get a better look before pointedly looking at the television. Ironically enough when she was looking at him like that she wasn't defective, though she wasn't paying enough attention to herself to notice. The moment she turned away her face lost its rigidity again.

There was no shot there, she told herself. The drugs wore off. Hell ******** no, she wasn't interested. Besides, dude was brainless, probably. Probably addled in some way. Defective. But not defective enough to make him deserve her.... hell no. No one deserved that s**t. She moved closer to the television and hid her face even more thoroughly. No. Ignore the ugly b***h in the robe, hunky dude. Just go lift furniture or something. Whatever it is that muscular dudes do when surrounded by children and ugly bitches.

She really should just leave, she thought to herself. She didn't want someone she would be friends with seeing her like this. She certainly didn't want some stupid muscular sex idol thing seeing her like that. She felt herself go warm and she was also once again suddenly normal looking, however she was too caught up in the strange feeling to notice.

Alia continued watching sailor moon as if the show were the means of saving her life. She absentmindedly ran her hands through Serra's hair as they watched. She was less tense not that hunky dude left, but she kept both eyes glued to the television. she was concentrating so hard that the only thing missing from her face was her mouth. And everything else was in place. The hood slipped down her head a little but she didn't notice cause of the show. Her stomach growled loudly but she ignored it. She would go get food after she left here. Right now, t.v. was more important.

the episode came to a close and Alia gave Serra a friendly hug, before jerking her hood back up. "thanks for watching that with me. My mommy used to do that with me before i was a freak. It means a lot." She said, getting up to walk away again. She laid on the couch face down and listened to her stomach growl again.

Alia reached out and grabbed the sandwich, sucked it into her harm, and pushed it into her stomach internally without ever looking away from the bottom of the couch. "thank you" She said when the girl returned. She still didn't want her face seen. Maybe she should just leave, she thought. "You're awesome" she said as she processed the sandwich. Alia continued to stare into the couch, counting the fibers of it. in boredom. Then she produced a doll from somewhere on her person, completely clean and well taken care of, and cut a small square of cloth from the underside of one of the couch cushions and began to sew a dress for the doll. She had a number of random rag dresses on her person. Her way of remembering good things. There were rags cut from people's clothes, beds she had stayed in, furniture, pillowcases; Anywhere she had a good memory.

"I'm not sure. I haven't had ice cream in over seven years, so i don't know what the flavors are, really. It's really sweet of you to offer, though. No one ever offers me things like that" She said. She wanted to hug serra, really badly, but she couldn't. Not with her face. "You really are a wonderful person, it seems."

With no one upstairs to keep her company Alia felt herself drifting off to sleep. She walked over to the teddy bear with the bad mouth and grabbed him, then plopped back down on the couch to sleep. As sleep took her she returned to her normal, attractive 17 year old self, and cuddled the teddy close. She fell into a very deep, silent sleep.

Alia might have groaned in response, or maybe moved a little, not like she would know. She was OUT. Dreaming of riding a unicorn through Equestria and then the dream shifted so she WAS a unicorn in Equestria. This actually caused her real body to morph into a actual unicorn, though one that more resembled the cartoon versions then a real horse, which caused her to no longer fit on the couch. Some time later she sprouted wings and whinnied slightly. Her cloak was still sitting on the couch, it was ejected from her body when it no longer fit. She rolled over, her horn impaling the wall slightly. Then, suddenly, she was Repunsal and her hair in real life grew and grew and grew and grew until it covered her naked blond princess body and half the room as well.