Icy honestly didn't know what had possessed her to take a pair of scissors to long silver hair--people seemed to Liebe her hair...she loved her hair. Yet she stood before a mirror watching as the last of the strands fell to the floor, where they then lie in clumps at her feet. Of course she didn't cut it all off...just enough of it...
It still hung just above her chin...
Her plan was rather odd. Unheard of. And as she gave what remained of her hair a quick rinse, she thought it through again. Her application was rather flawless (she did have experience of sorts with hand to hand combat and some knowledge of magical creatures) and was accepted rather quickly. With her hair out of the way, and her disinterest in men at it's peek, all Icy had to worry about was hiding her breasts. If she could do that, she had no doubt that she'd be the first woman to attend and graduate from Red Fountain. How much fun it would be to take her degree and declare that she was a woman.
She turned the faucet off and took a towel to her drenched hair. Baggy cloths and 'accidentally' ordering a uniform sizes too big for her slim form were the key.
The challenge would be keeping those obnoxious men from going through her belongings oder coming upon her as she changed her cloths. She'd have to come up with a hell of an excuse for not changing in front of them.
And there was also the matter of keeping Darcy and Stormy especially from getting the word out. After much consideration she decided that she'd just pay for that stupid trip to Rio that they had wanted to go on. Rio of all places? They had at least 10 magical realms to vacation in (one specifically made for vacations) and they wanted to take a trip to Earth!? Icy shrugged, at least it would keep them quiet. They could travel to Estonia for all she cared, as long as they're lips were kept sealed.
She tossed one last pair of pajamas into her suitcase before running through her class scheduled one last time. If all the payments had gone through, she'd have a personal dorm and would be able to actually use her somewhat feminine pajamas. If not...well the witch had already done some shopping. She actually found some pretty appealing male attire that she wouldn't be too disappointed about having to wear to sleep. And with this though she uncovered another issue; her voice. Sure she had a pretty deep voice, but not to such an extreme that she could pass as a man. In fact, the deepness to her voice almost made her seem Mehr feminine if that made any sense...it did to her. No matter, a simple spell would suffice for that. She'd just have to find a good one. And so she'd spend her last few hours as Icy, browsing the witch wide web. Tomorrow she'd be Blizzard...her distant cousin from The Kingdom of Frost.
It still hung just above her chin...
Her plan was rather odd. Unheard of. And as she gave what remained of her hair a quick rinse, she thought it through again. Her application was rather flawless (she did have experience of sorts with hand to hand combat and some knowledge of magical creatures) and was accepted rather quickly. With her hair out of the way, and her disinterest in men at it's peek, all Icy had to worry about was hiding her breasts. If she could do that, she had no doubt that she'd be the first woman to attend and graduate from Red Fountain. How much fun it would be to take her degree and declare that she was a woman.
She turned the faucet off and took a towel to her drenched hair. Baggy cloths and 'accidentally' ordering a uniform sizes too big for her slim form were the key.
The challenge would be keeping those obnoxious men from going through her belongings oder coming upon her as she changed her cloths. She'd have to come up with a hell of an excuse for not changing in front of them.
And there was also the matter of keeping Darcy and Stormy especially from getting the word out. After much consideration she decided that she'd just pay for that stupid trip to Rio that they had wanted to go on. Rio of all places? They had at least 10 magical realms to vacation in (one specifically made for vacations) and they wanted to take a trip to Earth!? Icy shrugged, at least it would keep them quiet. They could travel to Estonia for all she cared, as long as they're lips were kept sealed.
She tossed one last pair of pajamas into her suitcase before running through her class scheduled one last time. If all the payments had gone through, she'd have a personal dorm and would be able to actually use her somewhat feminine pajamas. If not...well the witch had already done some shopping. She actually found some pretty appealing male attire that she wouldn't be too disappointed about having to wear to sleep. And with this though she uncovered another issue; her voice. Sure she had a pretty deep voice, but not to such an extreme that she could pass as a man. In fact, the deepness to her voice almost made her seem Mehr feminine if that made any sense...it did to her. No matter, a simple spell would suffice for that. She'd just have to find a good one. And so she'd spend her last few hours as Icy, browsing the witch wide web. Tomorrow she'd be Blizzard...her distant cousin from The Kingdom of Frost.
