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Squall Leonhart woke up almost immediately. He tried to sit up but he was brought back down by a heavy weight at his chest. He looked down and frowned. Since when did he have…breasts? He quickly got up, with a slight difficulty, and looked at the mirror.

Oh shit.

This can't be happening.

Another person was looking at him at the mirror. Another woman was looking back at him. One that has long black hair falling softly on 'his' shoulders. One that has a beautiful ivory face. One that has long eyelashes. One that has red, red, eyes. He looked at 'his' body.

This is really bad.

He sat on his bed and took some time to think.

'What the fuck happened? Who the hell am I? God, that feel's weird to think.'

He got up and paced the room back and forth.

'I'm still wearing my usual clothes. Did I somehow switch bodies with someone? No, that's impossible. But this is impossible. I slept a guy and woke up a woman. That does not happen everyday. And my eyes are red. No one has red eyes. And my hair is long.'

'Am I dreaming?' he pinched himself. Ouch! That hurts. And that's bad.

This cannot be happening.

He quickly went outside. Oh-uh. People were everywhere. How was he supposed to sneak to the stairs? It's like walking right into the lion's den. Only this is worse. A female Squall Leonhart walking into a group of gossip people. Even the tiniest, unimportant news would spread through the whole Garden. And that would be the death of 'him'.

Real bad.

He quickly retreated back to the dorm. Suddenly, he came up with an idea. He would bandage 'his' chest. But what about the hair? And the eyes? Bad idea. Maybe he could wear a mask? He would look weird. Nah. Black spectacles? Nope, none. Hooded jacket? That would cover everything…

I don't have a hooded jacket.

He was going to tear his hair outof frustration right now.