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It had been the strangest dream. Like most dreams it had been ages long and over in a flash. She remembered all of it - the choosing, the child, the gold, the cage - she remembered the cage. So long, maybe forever. Maybe not. She remembered the emotions there - and the way they lingered now she was awake.

It had taken some time to come back to herself. She was no longer caged, and she still had a ring. A more impressive ring. Not abandoned, not worthless. She'd prove she deserved this. The ring fit her finger perfectly - and she was never going to take it off again. She'd wear it with pride, now and always. It was hers, and just she was its.

Of course any warm and fuzzy feelings in her heart were soon replaced with a decent bout of confusion as Sherry realized something was a little bit different. She had her ring, she had her life, she had her sanity (she thought), but...well. She was a male - and she hadn't been before she'd fallen asleep.

At first, she'd assumed it was just some strange effect - those happened. But as the minutes turned to hours... she began to worry it wasn't going to right itself. Had Gold done this? If so, why? Or had...Caelius was the last person she remembered having contact with, after Mark. In the Death Office. Maybe she'd touched some other thing in the office in all her mad flailing?

Wearing her shiny new ring, the least 'girly' clothes she had (too many shirts just didn't fit right anymore), and growing increasingly more concerned as she moved through the halls and noticed no one else seemed to be having the same problem - Sherry returned to the starting point of this whole thing.

She couldn't say how long she'd been out. She couldn't say how long she'd been a boy... but dammit she wasn't planning to stay this way forever. One cursory glance into the room to make sure asshat Caelius wasn't home and then Sherry was inside the Death office again. Something had gone wrong here and she was going to find out what.

Sherry jumped as Oz hit the door, her hands grasping at the folder on reflex as he stormed past her. Sherry stared after him in for half a moment before Mark's voice pulled her attention back into the office.

"What? Nothing!" Sherry fidgeted with the folder, trying to catch up with the situation. "No, this isn't about the padawan thing, though I did want to talk to you about that." Sherry didn't even know Oz was involved in the LARP thing, but there would be time for questions later.

"No, Mark," Sherry stepped into the room looking around one more time for Caelius -just to be sure. "Mark, I have a problem."

"Umm," Sherry didn't know how to answer that. The size of the problem was going to depend on how long it occurred. If she could figure out how to reverse it things would be fine. If not, well. Sherry really didn't want to be a boy forever. "It's not exactly small, but it's not going away and that's the bad part."

"Wait. What? I didn't leave my Jedi training!" Sherry looked at Mark, completely aghast that he'd even suggest she ever had. "Why would you think I did that? I was excited about that!" Sherry frowned. "And how much money did you take out? When did this all happen? Is it too late to sign back up? I was very excited to be your padawan!"

Sherry was a boy and Mark thought she didn't want to LARP anymore. Today was terrible.

Sherry was almost distraught at the thought of being dropped from the whole LARP thing. "Really? You did?" All the tension that had built up over the last few moments evaporated. "Thank you. I promise I'll be a good padawan." She didn't even question the money thing anymore - she was too busy being happy.


Or at least she was happy until she remembered why she was there in the first place.

"Um. What?" Her height? "What's wrong with my height? I'm just as tall as you are." Sherry looked him up and down. "I'm almost insulted."

She sighed. "But no. Mark. I'm a boy. And that's a problem."