Why did his room smell so...clean? Soul groaned as he shifted in bed. His body felt so weird! There was something lumpy on his chest. He shrugged it off, assuming it was just soreness from his fight with that witch last night. He rolled back over onto his back and stretched before running his hands down his chest to fix his shirt before he got up. Except they stopped at the top of his chest. "Huh?" The higher pitched sound scared him and he looked down, he had…boobs? Tiny ones but still boobs. His eyes widened and he quickly threw off the blankets.
Maka's body was were his should have been.
About this time, he heard a scream. Much to deep too be Maka's and very much like how he would scream, ya know, if he wasn't cool. Soul sat up, praying that this was just some trippy illusion. He walked over to the mirror in his partner's room and just stared at himself. Yep, he was Maka for sure. Or in her body anyway. Suddenly, the door was flung open and he turned to see HIS body standing there, panting heavily.
"What the hell Soul?" Like it was HIS fault. Then Maka pointed to his pants, "What is this?" Soul's eyes almost popped out of her head, "My dear, that is a boner. For being so smart you are kind of dumb." Maka growled, "Make it go away!" Soul just tilted her head, "Uh, that would involve..Us, ya know, doing things. BUT you can go take a cold shower. Or do it yourself." The white haired boy tilted his head.
"But I don't want to see you naked." Both of their faces instantly turned red before they looked away from each other. "So, uh, can it go away on its own?" Soul nodded, "Think of the nastiest, unsexiest, unarousing thing possible." Maka's face twisted and he grimaced then clapped happily. "I think it's going away!" Then he looked down and quickly turned around, "Uh, I guess I'm going to go get dressed. I will try not to look at your body."
Soul just nodded, "You have a much easier time of it than I do." She poked her breast before looking at Maka, who looked ready to kill him. "Boys can't hit girls, remember?" Maka growled before stalking off to Soul's room. Soul stood up and walked over to Maka's closet, "What to wear? Not that usual crap she wears, I want something sexy. If I HAVE to be a girl, I better look cool and cool and sexy are interchangeable."
Soul's delicate fingers flipped through the clothes, until they found a rather tight shirt. "I can't believe she would have something like this." Soul mused as she held it up to her body. She pulled off her shirt and paused, she didn't have a bra on. Soul twitched and quickly pulled the shirt on. The white haired boy-I mean blond haired girl picked out one of Maka's skirts before chuckling, getting a better idea.
"Um, Blair-Chan? Can I borrow a pair of your pants?" The witch cat looked up a bit confused, "Looking sexy for someone? Here, put this on." Soul's eyes grew when she handed 'him' a squishy looking bra and a pair of tight, leather jeans with a few rips. Soul giggled and ran off to Maka's room and slid the pants on then fumbled with the bra, trying to figure it out.
Soul turned to look at herself in the mirror and froze, "Whoa, I've never noticed it but Maka has a fine ass." Soul ran his hand down said rump and shivered, stunned at how he was getting turned on by his partner's body…Wait, turned...on?
No, that can't happen. Maka didn't even have a nice body. But as Soul examined herself, she soon realized her meister had very nice legs and a generally nice body besides the lack of breast. She snorted and turned to leave. 'Maka' realized that today, just for today, she was going to be Anti-Maka. Little did Soul know, his dear sweet partner had the same thing planned.