<em>Click.</em>The phone snapped shut in lithe fingers. "This is so weird... we never should have filled out those forms..." The figure that was at one point Maxwell Dent sat down on his bed and groaned, fingers pressed against a feminine nose. He was now a she... and not just any she either. Maxwell Dent was gone - face, body voice and almost personality - and replaced with the blonde, amethyst eyed visage of Yang Xiao Long (http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/rwby/images/e/ef/Yang_ProfilePic_Normal.png/revision/latest?cb=20151201091453), her hair hanging about the back of her neck. She looked at her hands as they shook. They were so different. Smaller, more feminine but... much stronger.<br/><br/><em>Fwump.</em>"Heya, sis." Came a voice and weight on her back, two much smaller arms dangling from her shoulders. Yang smiled politely at the girl on her back and patted her head. She had black hair with reddish highlighs, her dress in the manner of a gothic red riding hood, a black dress and matching boots. She was younger then Yang - two years give or take a month. Her name was Ruby Rose (http://gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=3064694), Yang's half-sister. Despite the confusion in her head, she smiled to her. "Who was that?"<br/><br/>"A friend." Yang responded. "He's gonna be visiting in a bit, so be on your best behavior, mkay?"<br/><br/>"Aren't I always?"<br/><br/>"Debatable." Yang responded, Ruby groaning and flopping off her back, onto her bed.<br/><br/>"You wound me, sister!"<br/><br/>"Whatever." She stood and moved a renegade strand of hair from her face. "Just be good."