A/N: I get really bored some days. That's about all I have to say. Please review, even if you want to flame it, loves 3
Disclaimer: I do not own The Vampire Diaries, otherwise a: Ric would be alive, b: He and Damon would be canon and c: Stefan and Klaus would be canon too! I'm in an anti-Elena phase
Damon yawned widely, slowly getting out of bed. Something felt strange but the vampire put it down to far too much drinking the night before and stumbled to the bathroom, icy blue eyes still half-closed. As he passed the mirror he froze for a second but quickly turned and moved closer.
The eyes looking back were the same but the face was wrong. The lips were too plump, cheekbones all wrong, hair falling way too far down the face. Damon Salvatore stared into the mirror in shock, the girl meeting his eyes looking just about as confused as he felt.
He stumbled back, looking down at the slender body in horror. This wasn't right. The boxers he had worn to bed were almost falling off his hips, black shirt stretched over what was undeniably a pair of breasts.
"Son of a fucking bitch!" he snarled, stopping short when he heard the voice. It almost sounded like the fucking Barbie vamp's did and Damon stormed back to his room, grabbing his jeans from the floor and tugging them on quickly.
It had to be Judgy. No one else would be dumb enough to do this to him, to Damon Salvatore. No one else was brave enough to fuck with his body. He stalked to the door, hating the way the hem of his jeans almost tripped him, before heading right for Stefan's room. There was no way he was confronting the stupid Bennet witch in this body. He'd send his brother and if he didn't agree he'd make his life a living hell.
The door swung open under his touch, slamming into the bookshelf and startling Stefan awake. His sleep-clogged green eyes looked at the girl in front of him, not even registering the fact she was wearing Damon's clothes or his ring. He just assumed it was one of the many girls Damon had fucked, fed off, and compelled.
"Damon's not here, wrong room," Stefan yawned, running his fingers through his messy hair.
Damon glared, storming over to the bed as his jeans slipped a little more, making the vampire stumble embarrassingly and almost fall onto his brother's bed. He caught himself on his too-slender hands before scrambling to sit, giving Stefan a glare he had mastered.
"Look, I know you're a moron and everything, but can you just believe me when I say that I am your brother and that judgy little Bennet witch turned me into a fucking girl? If you don't, I'll make sure nothing goes right for you for the rest of the century!" Damon snarled, reaching out to grab his brother by the throat.
Stefan reached up instinctively, twisting the thin wrist sharply and pulling the hand away. The chunky ring caught his attention and he frowned darkly, holding the girl as still as he could as he inspected the ring. It was Damon's daylight ring, slipping on the thin finger, and he looked into the pissy blue eyes in shock.
"Damon? What happened?" Stefan breathed, sitting up and cupping the girl's face in his hands.
The elder frowned before pushing the hands away, retaliating, "I just told you! Judgy turned me into a girl. What the fucking hell are we meant to do?"
"I think we need to call Caroline or Elena and borrow some clothes."
The answer was serious but it still earned a smack from Damon and another death glare. Despite the girl's complaints Stefan called Caroline, asking if she could bring over some clothes she didn't wear too often for a friend. The younger would've told her the truth but when Damon threw a glass at him he decided it was safer just to say 'friend'.
The blonde vampire Stefan had taken under his wing promised she'd be there as soon as she could, claiming she needed to talk to her mum quickly first. At Damon's annoyed glare he added that sooner was definitely better and she said she'd hurry.
Damon was sitting on the couch, drinking her way through all the bourbon in the house. Stefan was busy keeping an eye on her while watching the door at the same time. When Caroline got there with a bag of clothes her eyes saw the woman on the couch, glass of bourbon in her slim hand. Her eyes narrowed slightly in confusion but she didn't comment, letting Stefan take the bag of clothes and toss it to the pale girl.
"So, whose you friend Stefan? I haven't seen her before," Caroline ventured, hoping neither of them snapped at her for he question.
The two exchanged glances, just like Damon and Stefan did and the blonde frowned deeper. Her eyes skimmed the woman, noticing the similarities between her and the Salvatore that had compelled her what felt like so long ago. They both held themselves the same way, cocky and self-assured, they were drinking the same bourbon, and they were both pale with the same gorgeous blue eyes.
Stefan started to answer before Caroline blurted, "Damon! You're Damon, aren't you? What happened? How'd you get turned into a girl?"
The woman growled lowly, downing her drink and snapping, "Ask your witchy little friend! Only a witch could've done this. Maybe Emily asked her to do it, Bennet's do anything for family and Emily does hate me."
The blonde stared, still shocked and surprised, before giggles burst out of her. Another snarl met that before Caroline was slammed against the wall, the dark-haired vampire baring her fangs menacingly. The younger Salvatore leapt forward instantly, grabbing the girl's shoulder and tugging Damon back desperately. She struggled, trying to throw her brother off, but with Caroline pushing her back and Stefan tugging her the same way Damon couldn't win and let herself get pulled off.
"This isn't funny. I'm a fucking girl and if you don't get Bonnie to change me back I will rip her throat out before you can blink," Damon snapped darkly, storming to the couch and grabbing the bag before blurring upstairs.
Caroline looked at Stefan, eyes wide, before asking, "So, can you explain what's going on? Cause I don't think Bonnie did it."
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