It's because Roman's so stupidly tall, of course. That's why Peter seems so short. Of course, he did feel like he somehow lost an inch or two when he'd ended up as a girl, and the heels aren't all that tall, black and conservative enough they could be worn in an office somewhere.

Just a hint, a spritz from when they'd been in the salon, and Peter had eyes the makeup dubiously. How did girls even know what to use where?

"Alright."

So, this is actually happening? Well, fuck him. He takes another drag off his cigarette, and then it follows Roman's into the ashtray. He walks into his room, dropping off the bag of clothes and things, which he's not sure what he's going to do with when the curse wears off, but that's another subject altogether.

And then he's leaning against the wall of the living room and trying to pretend like this is a perfectly fucking normal Saturday night. Shit.