Title: Metamorphosis
Author: LM Simpson (Kady the Red Panda)
Pairing(s): Tintin/Haddock
Rating: M
Warning(s): bodyswap,slash, sexual content, Snowy being innocent sweet bb
Disclaimer: I am not associated with Moulinsart.
Other tidbits: I've been wanting to do this for forever. If I remember right (and now keep in mind I read the book when I was ten or eleven), the novel version of Freaky Friday had the main character and her mother's body switch happen without much explanation.

Oh and short part is short. Sorry.

Part Zero

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The first thing I noticed when I woke up that morning was all the colors. Along with the usual black, white and gray I see everyday I saw others I never saw before. I had heard of them before, red, yellow, blue, you name it. Even if I didn't know which one was which I knew that one of them was one or the other. But still, I never actually saw them before, until when I woke up in Tintin's bed.

Well, okay. I'm always in Tintin's bed at night. It was something I had done since he first adopted me, when I was a little puppy and afraid of the old newspaper bed he made for me. Feeling his large, warm body against mine as I curled against him helped me doze off to sleep so many times, at first because it reminded me of my mother and my brothers and sisters and later because he was my ever loving master. That morning, however, I woke up with a smaller body to my left. A smaller, white body...

Mine.

I heard Tintin gasping when I opened my mouth. Or, at least, his mouth. Wiry white fur, wet black nose. Snoring with its rump sitting against my side was me, right atop the blanket I was under. Well, me in another body other than mine. I knew what one I was in if it wasn't me, yes sirree. It only took me a few moments to confirm it after I moved Tintin's arms from under the pillow my head laid on and wiggled his fingers, then the little ones on his feet. It felt weird, being able to move them on their own, rather than having mine on my paws being influenced by whatever was under them at the time.

The whole time I did this I looked at my sleeping body. Golly, this was weird. Here I was brushing Tintin's head with his fingers all the while watching myself, with my master in my body. As I did this Tintin kicked my little legs, opened my dark eyes, and looked at me. First he appeared startled, just as I was. Tintin opened my mouth and barked once. Then he got up and my short tail went backwards towards my back legs. I heard myself whimpering and my body trembling.

It was bizarre enough watching myself becoming frightened, something I never am because I'm such a brave fellow most of the time. And yet this time, I was frightened as well, and not just because I was seeing myself frightened.

"Tintin-"

I snapped his mouth shut. That word I just said came out so normally; it only felt awkward because I was saying it out of another's mouth. Instead of barking, I was actually talking just like a human being, and talking in Tintin's voice at that. So, so weird. Tintin was clearly weirded out too. He clumsily shuffled backwards, still whimpering.

"Tintin," I said again in his voice, his arm instinctively moving towards my body, "I don't know what's going on either. I just woke up as you and I don't know why."

His hand touched my body. It jumped up before relaxing to my touch. Tintin slowly stopped whimpering as he once again clumsily moved towards me again. I found my fur rough, yet soft, such a weird combination. Maybe that was because Tintin made me bathe the night before, but I wasn't too sure then nor cared much at that time. Tintin plopped down and slapped my head against his lap. I continued playing with the fur behind my neck. He whined.

"It's okay, Tintin," I said. "I'm... scared too..."

And I certainly was that. Fear is an emotion I really hate having, but it was necessary then. Being in Tintin's body was weird, but at least I knew who Tintin was. He was my master and he loved me and wouldn't try to harm me when he was in my body. No, what scared me was not knowing why or how I went to sleep as a dog and woke up as a human. Maybe Uncle Cuthbert did something to everyone in their sleep. But I didn't know if he did, or why he would want to do that if he did. It was all so weird to think about.

I heard a knock on the door.

"Breakfast will begin shortly, Mister Tintin," Nestor said.

I sighed. I had no more time to think. Now I had to get up for the day. Here's hoping I don't hurt Tintin in the process...