Switched

Something was…wrong. To say it sounded so cliché, but he couldn't help but feel that it seemed to be the only explanation.

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Starfire and Robin switch bodies! A request, and a funny one at that. Enjoy, and please, enjoy the humor that I tried (probably in vain) to make possible.

XX

I scolded myself for trying to fall back asleep. My eyes were weary with exhaustion, and opening them felt like lifting weights with my eyelids. I reminded myself I had to train. Everyday, I had to train. Just skip it once, Robin? But no. I couldn't let myself today.

I lifted myself out of bed, feeling quite weightless. Eyes still adjusting, I threw on a pair of sweat pants and headed for the gym. Before I had the chance to leave, though, the pants dropped to my feet. I pulled at them, grabbing a belt without worry and secured them around my waist. It felt awkward there, but I continued forward.

The tower was silent and dark. 5 AM wake-up-calls had been cancelled for my team when Beastboy finally managed to fall asleep during an obstacle course. He says he still has the scars, but I wouldn't believe the melodramatic guy for one-hundred dollars.

I decided to start with the punching bag. It was out and ready, its contents spilling from its last encounter with Cyborg. I smiled at the memory, and lifted my arms to meet the bag.

I stopped immediately. In front of me were two tan twigs, certainly not the arms I had fallen asleep with. It occurred to me that maybe I had lost weight, but I decided not to let it affect me. I hit the bag with all my force, assuming that I would need it now, but was shot backwards at impact.

I hit the wall with a bang, breaking into it and flooding with pain. No, no, no. Something definitely wasn't right. My hands burned as my anger flooded me, and I looked down to find them glowing green. I ran franticly to the gym mirror to mind Starfire looking at me, completely topless, with stretch pants falling down to her knees.

My first instinct is to cover my eyes. When I go blind, as well as burn my face, it becomes clear that I'm the girl in the mirror. It's almost sickening to say it.

There's a clattering of footsteps down the hall, which tells me that the team has woken up to the bang. I'm not fazed by it in the least. I'm admiring myself in the mirror, and words can't even describe the weird and wholly amazing feeling that I have. It was…completely unnerving.

The footsteps grew closer, and I realized with a start that I had to act extremely fast. I flew (quite literally) from my spot in front of the mirror and closed the gym door. I looked around frantically for a top to cover myself with, but all that was here was gym equipment. I hit myself, possibly bruising myself in the process, and tried to think of a way to escape this.

"Who's there?!" Cyborg says from behind the door. "You better come out, or your ass will be fryin' on the pan!" He grumbles on about being woken up at 5 AM while I try to figure a way to make him leave.

"Um…," I begin, but stop suddenly when I hear my voice, so soft and high pitched. It sounds really wrong coming from me. "Uh… Don't come in! I'm… n-not decent!"

I nearly hit myself for being such an idiot. Starfire didn't talk that way!

"Star?" Cyborg says, more softly this time. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, yes, I'm fine!" I say, my voice rising to a pitch almost bone-chattering. "Just… wait a second!"

My floating feet give me a strange idea. If I can't leave through the door, maybe I can fly out the window. If I fly incredibly fast maybe I could get away without being seen or heard.

Testing myself to fly higher, I find it easier and quite more enjoyable than I had imagined. It feels carefree, like there is no limit to my world. I could fly to space if I wanted to… Being Starfire will be really interesting.

I fly out the window, the wind whipping at my disheveled hair, and try to find my way to her room. Maybe, just maybe, if I sleep this off I will find myself only to have been in a bad dream.

But no. Dreams are never this real.

I find the window open when I reach it. I fly quietly inside, drifting over to her bed in a slightly dazed state. I just dearly hope that Cyborg doesn't wake up the entire tower trying to get into the gym. By the way he sounded before, I seriously wouldn't doubt it.

I start to pull back the covers on the shockingly pink bed when I stop. There's a lump in the bed, and it has spiky black hair and is almost completely naked. I have to bite back a scream when I realize it's me, sleeping soundly, completely naked. Naked except for a small pair of boxers….

I almost think about putting a shirt on my sleeping self when I begin to sigh in my sleep. Knowing myself too well, I know I only have moments before I wake up. Sighing is the first sign of morning.

Quickly slipping behind a chair out of sight, I sit and wait for Starfire to realize our dilemma. Surely she won't scream…. My hopes are crushed, however, when I hear it.

There's a rustling of bed sheets, and I see my feet walk across the floor, making hard footsteps as if I feel too heavy for her. Starfire stretches and yawns, and finally reaches the mirror.

The sound is ear-splitting. I have only a moment to react, and I choose to act. I dart from beneath the chair and lunge for myself, slapping a hand across my mouth and silencing the scream to a dull moan. Starfire's eyes are wide with fear, and so are my own, as I realize that I'm still not wearing a top.

"Shh!" I say to her, afraid of her either fainting or screaming again. "You have to be quiet, and I'll tell you what's going on."

Starfire, or her in my body, nods slowly. I try to keep calm and not yank my hand away from her mouth. Or my mouth. Trying to differentiate between us is getting on my nerves.

I pull her backwards, onto her bed, and tell her to sit. She does, thankfully, without question. I warily take my hand away from her mouth and stare at her for a minute.

My body (the one with spiky black hair) is naked, except for my red boxers. For an odd reason, I don't feel ashamed. I do feel ashamed, however, because Starfire's body is slightly below the regular.

I have a feeling she knows this, because she's staring at me with wide masked eyes.

"Sorry," I say, cringing at the sound of her voice. "I didn't exactly realize I was you when I put my clothes on this morning. They kept falling off me."

She stares for a while, her mouth gaping. "I-I suppose they would have. When did you realize….that…um….you weren't yourself?"

I feel heat creeping onto my cheeks, and wonder why I've never seen Star blush. Maybe it's just because she doesn't care.

"I realized once I got into the gym…. And I nearly knocked myself out."

Despite everything, she laughs a low-toned, deep bellied laugh. "So that's what that noise was!"

I laugh too, and too soon we're rolling on the bed together, giggling like school girls. I don't really remember laughing like this, but it's not long before I'm on the ceiling. Quite literally.

This does nothing to shut Starfire up. Instead, she takes one look at me and can barely breathe from laughter. I laugh at her, feeling a little scared all the same, and this only makes me squish up against the ceiling. Star gasps for breath, and I try to keep a straight face.

"T-that's w-what happens…," she pauses, giggling and gasping for air, "w-when you're happy."

I almost think it of irony. "So, when you get high on giggles, you fill up like a balloon?"

I immediately regret my choice of words; Starfire goes into another fit of laughter.

"Yes," she says. "Flight is fueled with joy. So when you laugh, you fly very high. It takes a lot of practice to learn to control my happiness."

I have a fleeting image of a depressed Starfire; how in the hell does she control her happiness when she is nothing but the emotion? I can't imagine a happier human.

"So how do I get down?"

Her face straightens, now looking more serious and more like Robin.

"Think of something sad," she says. I give her a questioning look. "Think of dead puppies."

I fall to the floor.

More laughing.

Will the day never end?

XX

I tell her to go into my room and put some clothes on. She agrees, and tells me to meet her in the common room afterwards. Parting our ways, I try my hardest not to think what kind of damage she will do to my body.

Her room is mind-numbingly pink. I pull out a pair of sweat pants from her drawer, and a tank top. I go to the bathroom to change, trying not to open my eyes. It bothers me that I have boobs.

When I finish dressing, I immediately notice something's wrong. I forgot something. There are two small bumps in the middle of her breasts, and I have a feeling they shouldn't be there.

I need a bra.

I rifle through her drawer, searching for anything that looks like what I need. I eventually find it, in the form of a lacy purple thing, and once again go into the bathroom to put it on.

I close my eyes respectively, but I find it harder than ever not to open them. Not because I have a strong urge to look (even though I really, really do want to look) but because I can't seem to get the bra to work. I open my eyes slightly, my heart racing at the site before me. Utter perfection I can't even describe.

But the damn thing won't work!

I resort, embarrassingly enough, to calling Starfire for help. She comes over quickly, giggling all the way. I angrily turn around and wait for her to help, but she doesn't touch it.

"Its inside-out," she whispers, trying to conceal her giggles.

"Well, dammit, just do it for me!"

She laughs as she pulls it off of me, doing something to it that I can't see, and puts it back on. She clips it in the back quickly, and hands me my shirt.

"This is so odd," she says, staring at her body. I feel the same way. My body is dressed in a pair of sweats as well, and a red t-shirt. I silently thank Starfire that she is no stranger to fashion on a guy.

"Have any trouble with dressing?" I ask her, blushing a little. Remarkably, she remains unabashed.

"No," she states simply. "Boys are remarkably easy to dress."

I laugh, wishing the same could be said for her.

XX

Once we're both dressed and ready, we go out for breakfast. None of the titans are up, which I am grateful for. Starfire and I talk over toast, trying to decide what will be our resolution to our dilemma. She suggests going to the puppet master and asking him, but I don't think he would be of much help to us.

"Probably turn us into stuffed animals or something," I say with a mouth full of toast. I've had three pieces already, but my stomach continued to growl. "Why am I so hungry?"

"I have nine stomachs," Starfire says. "And I have to feed every one of them."

"Damn," I say with a smirk. "Well, just don't stuff my body to bursting."

"And don't starve mine."

I finish breakfast last, having eaten thirteen pieces of toast and two bowls of cereal. We laugh all the way out of the tower, deciding to go and walk around for a while.

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I'm sorry! This was going to be a oneshot, but I just couldn't get myself to finish it. I'm sorry if it's horrible, I'm just so lazy recently. I'm working on another story, and that's really draining my writing energy.

Give me some suggestions as to what future chapters could be about! Thanks for reading, and please review!