Nicholas’s roommate Bryce sat on the couch, watching television. “How long have you been here?”
“A couple weeks,” Bryce said, his voice higher than Nicholas remembered. “We didn’t think you’d ever return.”
That wasn’t very surprising. “I don’t think his author will ever get over her block.”
“He wasn’t here when I first came,” Bryce said, shrugging.
“Interesting,” Nicholas said, studying Bryce. There was something different about him. His features were softer, and he had curves that no self respecting man should have. Nicholas’ blue eyes widened. “Weren’t you male the last time I saw you?”
“Not according to the final paragraph of page three hundred and twenty two,” Bryce said, glowering.
“And then your author got blocked.”
“Perfect timing,” Bryce said, her tone rueful.
Scott entered the room then, munching on an apple. “Pretty, isn’t she?” he asked, indicating Bryce.
“Very,” Nicholas agreed, smirking.
“I keep telling her to shave her legs,” Scott said, leaning up against the wall. “I think one of the Prince Charming’s across the street might try to court her if she did.”
“They just might,” Nicholas encouraged her. “You should try it.”
Bryce rolled her eyes. “I’ll remember this conversation the next time either one of you turns female.”
“Because a lady never forgets a slight?” Scott asked, raising his eyebrow.
“She’s far from a lady.” Nicholas laughed, but it was hollow. Bryce had a point. Anne had accidentally turned him into a woman a few times in the book. His eyes frequently changed color as well, and there was time when a very bad spelling error caused him to throw his own head. It was amazing how detrimental authorial negligence could be.