Ashley begins to laugh.

Ashley hides her giggle with both of her hands. "Oh yeah. You're an autumn and the polkadot blue hose and the green latex skirt really clash with your bright yellow top."

This is bad. "I knew it." you hiss and rush back to your pink changing cabin.

As you pass Casey's in the middle, the handle clicks and she looks out of the ajar door. "Don't fall for that, she's pulling your clit." she says tersely, before closing herself in again.

Ashley howls out with laughter, no longer hiding her mischievous face. "Pulling her... ahaha!"

You stomp back over, arms akimbo, and try to loom over Ash. Given how you're both roughly the same stature, you fail at that, but she quickly gathers herself. "What?" you say.

Ash wipes a tear out of her eyes. "This is so precious." she answers. "I can really believe that we're... out of different realities now." she lowers her voice a bit for the latter part, but you see nobody overhearing you... before realizing that you're in the changing hallway where every effing door might have ears.

"Ixnay on that.", you say, and push her to the entrance hall where you can talk more freely. But Ash stands her ground, until Casey joins you a few seconds later, rushing ahead of you with the expectation that you fall in line. Which you both do, speaking a bit more freely once you are out in the open.

"I mean, until earlier this week I've never heard Casey speak so open about sexual stuff. She was always so hush-hush on it, despite obviously pining after every hunk in our dorm. And just now, how she said that I 'pulled your clit', it was like, so out of character for her old self, and so totally in character for the new one."

"Oh. Okay." you grump, while Casey glances above her shoulder towards Ashley. "But that's how the saying goes, when talking about girls."

Ashley shakes her head. "I'm not sure if that is the case in this reality, but in the real world... I mean... like... in my original reality, we used to say that someone pulls someone else's arm. Not a genital." another giggle. "And then, also, Cass' obsession with only wearing coats and underwear!"

In fact, Casey is wearing some kind of latex trenchcoat, that you haven't really paid much attention to. Ashley turns to you again. "And you, Emcey, you look so totally confused about everything! On top of that is your tock. I'm not complaining, I love it as much as I love the rest of your body, but it is so out of this world! And then your color vision, too!"

"You... right, so for real How do I look, now?"

"Very pink." Casey says, still walking ahead across campus, towards your classrooms. "I hadn't thought much about it, because you also had lots of pink in your wardrobe before - but when we were shopping last week, you only went after this one single shade of it. I thought it was your favorite color, or something. Isn't it?"

"... Yeah, it looks like I don't get much choice with that." you grouse. "And you? Are you really wearing purple? Or, orange?"

"Oh." says Ashley, fingering her microskirt. "Not at all, my getup is a neat leather-brown-and-black camo outfit, and I'm a blonde." she says.

"And my coat today is black, and I'm also a blonde." informs Casey. "But there is something to that whole shebang with the colors. My favorite color is purple, and Ash's is orange. So... there."