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"Oh my God Stonegrowl hold on, what if I'm naked?" Nomi says.

It occurs to you that you and Nomi could just, you know, spend some time in an unoccupied bathroom and the wedding reception would still be going on.

Nomi bangs out of the bathroom.

"I can't fit through the vents," they say. You wipe a smear of dust off their cheek. "We need to find another way in. We have to look normal, Stonegrowl. I can't have you looking like some kind of weirdo. Follow me."

They start checking doors, pins clattering. The newest one reads, If you want it, just GET it. You worry someone will notice, but it's quiet here, and after a few minutes, Nomi finds a sort of "wedding emergency" room around the corner, full of dresses, jackets, cheap but serviceable cutlery, all sorts of stuff.

You manage to find slacks, a button-down, and a somewhat garish blazer in your size. But that leaves Nomi.

"I can't tell if I'm freaking out because I'm having an identity crisis or because you may have deviously maneuvered me into this situation so I'd take my clothes off," Nomi says.

You seem to recall Nomi insisting that you crash a wedding, but the other part is more understandable. You can't really understand what Nomi feels, but you can see the problem: the clothing that fits Nomi is either unambiguously male or unambiguously female.

"A chance to play a role, right? Nothing serious."

"We don't have to do this. We can just go to the adventure game con."

"I'm just here to watch you undress, honestly."

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