"Uhhh. My… head…"
Silver sat up in bed, rubbing her temples.
"Felin…?"
As she blinked her eyes open, Silver realized Felin was leaning in front of her.
Except… it wasn't Felin.
"Um, Silv?" whoever it was said. "I believe we've encountered a small problem…"
Silver quickly realized exactly what she was talking about as her eyes focused.
Sitting in front of her was a guy with brown fur, werecat ears, wavy orange hair that was cut a few inches above his jawline, and midnight blue eyes.
"Wha- What the hell?!" Silver cried in shock.
She ran to their shared bathroom to look in the mirror.
Felin joined her a moment later, grimacing, obviously worried about her his lover's reaction.
But Silver was actually checking himself out, admiring the muscle that came with the body.
"Holy crap! I'll be way better at soccer like this!"
Felin paused for a moment before facepawing.1
"You- you like being like this?"
Silver spun around to look him in the eyes before replying.
"Not exactly, but we might as well focus on the positives, right?"
Silver's height had increased, (barely) and he had the look of a very athletic guy. His hair was longer than Felin's, about an inch above his broader shoulders.
"But, uh, how are we gonna go to school?"
"Oh, shit…" Silver groaned. "If anyone finds out about this, we'll never be able to live it down… How'd this even happen?"
"Beats me." Said Felin, shrugging. "Magic?"
"Anyway, we'll just have to… hey, wait! It's Sunday! No school!"
"Hallelujah." Silver managed. "But I still don't want to go out in public."
"True. We don't have any clothes and I've never sewn for men before… well, I'll find us some t-shirts, and mess with the seams on some of our stuff… I'll be able to make it fit…" Muttering to himself, Felin headed to his workroom, absentmindedly draping his measuring tape around himself as he went.
Silver just shook his head, used to this happening when Felin got in a designing mood. He went back to their bedroom and tried to find something to wear for the time being. Being in a nightgown was a bit more uncomfortable with his new body.
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"Viola!"
Felin swept out of his workroom looking pleased.
"I made us clothes! …Sort of."
"Sort of?" Silver echoed, apprehensive.
"Oh don't look like that, it's just that they're not, technically 'guy's' clothes. They're our t-shirts and jeans with the seams messed with. It'll do until we can go shopping. Although I suppose you'll be fine."
"Oh, yeah." Silver looked down at the L T-shirt and athletic shorts he had changed into. "Well, it's fine for you, Mr. I don't wear a nightgown because it's stuuuuupid. Since I wasn't working all morning I needed something to wear."
"Geez, okay. To the mall, then!"
"Also, one question. Does this mean we're straight now?"