Author's Note: Thanks so much for reading so far! Again, this idea is completely based off the movie It's a Boy Girl Thing, and the people and places are all from Vampire Diaries. I own nothing. Thanks for the reviews, alerts, and favorites! I hope this lives up to your expectations. Please let me know what you're thinking:)


It's A Boy Girl Thing

Ch 2. Twenty-Four Hour Bug

After spending the night tossing and turning, Damon wakes up to the sound of strange beeping, which he tries to ignore. He rolls over, burying his face in his pillow and groaning as the sharp pains of a headache shoot down his skull. Well, he can't ignore that. He sits up and rubs at his eyes, fumbling around for his night stand with eyes still closed, and the damned alarm clock that won't stop beeping. He stretches his arm a little further, and...falls off the bed to the floor with a loud thump!

"Oww!" Damon whines, his voice sounding very...girly? Damon looks down, blinks a few times, and grabs at his chest. "What the-" He squeezes the two, plump funbags to be sure, "Tits! I have tits!" He jumps to his feet, hands still holding tight to his newly discovered breasts. He lets go of one for a second to reach down and feel between his legs, only to confirm his terrible suspicion that..."It's gone!"

He turns around once, taking note of the familiar sight of this bedroom that isn't his. He knows this bedroom though. Whose room is this? He comes to a dead halt when he catches sight of her standing across the room, looking bewildered and kind of scared. Wait a second, that's a mirror! So that means...

"Oh. My. God!" Damon lets out a high-pitched scream and thinks to himself, I'm Elena Gilbert!

Next door, Elena wakes up with a start to the sound of screaming. She gasps and sits straight up, blinking rapidly at the dark, messy bedroom that is not her own. Where am I? She wonders. She massages her temples lightly from the headache she suddenly acquired. She doesn't usually wake up in strange places. This is not normal. She leans back for a moment on the pillows that smell like men's cologne and reminds Elena of somebody she can't put her finger on at this moment. She rests her hands on top of the blue striped comforter and notices they look bigger than usual today. She frowns, noticing a lump further down. She pushes the blanket back, exposing a naked body...with a penis!

"Oh my God!" Elena gasps out breathlessly, her voice sounding deeper, like a man's. "I'm a man. What the fuck?" She pulls the blankets back over the seemingly enormous boner she's now sporting between her legs. Although, to be fair, she's only really seen one penis, but it was not as big as this one.

Elena sits up and looks around for clothes to put on. There are clothes everywhere, but they are all on the floor and look wrinkled and dirty. She takes a few deep breaths, preparing herself for exposing the...you know what...again, before throwing off the blankets and jumping out of bed. She scrambles for the dresser, opening the top one and thanking the Lord she finds boxers. She pulls them on before noticing the mirror to her left. She turns slowly...her mind trying to process what it sees reflecting back at her. Black hair, ice blue eyes, the sexy chest and abs...What the Hell is she thinking? "No, no, no! This is a bad dream. A really bad dream!"

Why does it always have to be Damon Salvatore?

Elena stomps over to the window and pulls it open with her new man-strength, shaking the frames of the wooden windows from the force. She winces slightly, hoping it doesn't break. After it stops shaking, she leans out...and witnesses herself lean out of her window in the house next door. What a strange thing to see...

"You!" The Elena-imposter points a finger and shakes it furiously.

"Damon?" Elena whisper-yells, not wanting her parents or his to overhear. "We need to talk!"

Damon nods, shutting the window and turning to search Elena's drawers for something to put on this girl body. Panty drawer, he thinks, Ew...Elena's panties. The only funny part about this situation is that he's now seen more of his brother's girlfriend's naked body than Stefan has, and probably ever will see. Wait a minute...if he's in Elena's body, and Stefan is Elena's boyfriend, then he's going to be expecting to kiss him; Damon! That's just wrong. No way is he letting that happen. He needs to talk to Elena so they can fix this problem. Now.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

"Elena? Are you okay in there, honey?" Miranda Gilbert asks in a concerned motherly tone.

Damon freezes, pink lace panties in one hand, and big brown Elena-eyes staring at the door. "Uh, yeah, I'm fine." He calls hesitantly. Thankfully, the voice sounds completely like the Gilbert girl, so he doesn't need to worry about being a chick who talks like a dude. That'd be weird. Well, weirder than this already is.

"Are you sure? I thought I heard a scream?" Miranda persists.

"I...fell out of bed," Damon answers, "Sorry. I'm fine, though, Mom." Damon peels off the pajama pants and steps into the underwear he chose.

"All right," Miranda sighs. "Well, breakfast will be ready in ten minutes."

I am so not having breakfast with the Gilbert family, Damon rolls his eyes, well, Elena's eyes. "I'm not hungry!" Damon pulls on a pair of skinny jeans and struggles into a bra. He's taken probably a hundred bras off, but these things are impossible to put on! Damon settles on a sports bra; no hooks.

"Don't be silly," Miranda calls through the door, "Breakfast is the most important meal of the day! See you downstairs in ten, sweetheart."

Damon sighs and pulls on a tank top and a sweatshirt. He has no idea how to do girl's hair, so...he tries his best to put it up in a ponytail. Then he rushes downstairs for the usual Gilbert breakfast of oatmeal and fresh-squeezed orange juice. Damon hates oatmeal. It looks like puke...tastes like it too.

Next door, Elena has finally managed to make the boner she woke up with disappear. She'd heard of 'morning wood' before, but damn, that was ridiculous! How do boys deal with that every morning? She tried everything to make it go away. She even hit it with fly swatter, and it still didn't go down. The only thing that worked was the cold shower, but now she's freezing, and running late. After dressing in what appear to be yesterday's jeans and the only clean t-shirt she could find, she runs down the stairs.

"Goodmorning!" She calls cheerfully to Giuseppe, Isobel, and Stefan, who are sitting at the breakfast table. She smiles as she runs past, explaining apologetically, "I can't stay and eat, I'm late! Have a good day. See you later!" She grabs Damon's backpack and runs out the door, oblivious to the strange looks Damon's family share with one another at his abnormal behavior.

Outside, Elena intends to wait for Damon to come out of her house, so she can figure out a way to get them back in the right body. Damon may be inside her body, but he doesn't have Elena's prompt timing along with it. Klaus pulls up in front of the Salvatore house before Damon comes out with Elena's body. She lingers on the front steps as Klaus waves for Damon to come on so they can go.

"What are you waiting for?" Klaus calls impatiently, "Let's go, my brother."

Elena can't think of any reason not to go with Klaus. Damon rides to school with Klaus every morning. He would never stay behind to purposely talk with Elena, so she can't wait around. She nods and walks towards the car, hoping that Damon will burst out the front door of the Gilbert home before she climbs in the car. He doesn't.

"You okay, dude?" Klaus asks as his best friend climbs in the rusty old Mustang and pulls a seat belt over his shoulder, clicking it securely into place. "You just look like you found out you're gonna be a daddy or something. Oh fuck, you didn't get Rebekah pregnant, did you? 'Cause we may be mates, but that's my little sister!"

"No, no," Damon denies, although Elena isn't entirely sure if Rebekah is in fact not pregnant, but she's assuming no. And since she doesn't want to get her ass kicked, she'd rather not start any drama with Klaus. "Rebekah isn't pregnant. I'm fine."

"All right then," Klaus says with a smile. He blasts the stereo and steps on the gas, speeding off down the quiet neighborhood street towards Mystic Falls High. Elena holds on to her seat belt and prays not to die before they reach the school.

Hearing the sound of Klaus' car, Damon excuses himself from the Gilbert breakfast table and runs out the door, hoping to catch them before they take off. He can't believe Elena got in the car with Klaus. What happened to needing to talk?!

"That bitch stole my ride!" Damon says under his breath.

"You ready to go, Lena?" Jeremy asks, holding out a set of car keys to his sister. "You forgot these."

Damon takes the keys and nods, "Right. Let's go."

At school, Damon splits off from Jeremy the second he spots his own body across the football field. What the heck did Elena do with his hair? Hell, he shouldn't be complaining; her hair isn't looking so hot today either. She takes note of that when she sets Damon's blue eyes on her own body. What a messed up morning this has turned out to be.

"You!" Damon says, pointing again accusingly with a perfectly manicured fingernail. "What did you do?"

"Me?" Elena shrugs the broad man shoulders she's not used to having and asks, "What exactly do you think I did?"

"How do I know? You're the one who knows everything about everything! Just give me my damn body back!" Damon bursts in Elena's infuriatingly girly and nice voice.

Elena laughs a sarcastic Damon-like laugh and comments, "Oh and I want this body? Please, I think I made it perfectly clear yesterday how little I want to do with you!"

"Did you have to eat puke for breakfast this morning?" Damon demands. "I didn't think so! Your mom is a friggin nut. That's where you get it from, isn't it?"

"My mom is not a nut!" Elena argues, pushing her Damon-possessed body by the shoulder. "Don't you talk about her like that, you asshole!"

"Hey, don't push me, I'm a girl, remember?" Damon smirks evilly, a look Elena has never seen on her own face before. Noticing that the blue eyes staring back at him have filled with tears, Damon straightens up and looks around wildly, hissing, "Hey, whoa, what are you doing? Don't cry."

"I don't want to be a boy!" Elena whines, "Boys are disgusting. And-and, you're the worst one of them all."

"Come on, I'm not that bad," Damon laughs nervously, hoping no one sees him crying like a little girl. Elena is really doing no good for his image right now, like it was that great to begin with. But still, crying was not something he wanted to be known for. "Look, chill. Obviously we can't be stuck like this forever. Maybe...maybe it's like one of those twenty-four hour things. Like a head-cold."

"A head cold?" Elena repeats skeptically.

"Yeah," Damon nods, more confident this time. "I bet tomorrow we'll wake up and everything will be back to normal. You'll see."

"Okay..." Elena blinks back the tears and sniffles. She copies Damon, nodding her head and agreeing, "Yeah, you're right. It'll be fine tomorrow."

"Exactly. So we just have to get through today, and try not to attract any unneccessary attention."

At that moment, Stefan walks up, placing an arm over Elena's shoulder and pulling her in for a kiss. He watches Damon's face wrinkle up in displeasure and asks suspiciously, "Since when did you two become so chummy?"

"We're not chummy," Damon corrects, pulling out of his step-brother's grip and resisting the urge to punch him for kissing his cheek. It's not his cheek though; it's Elena's, so he has to act normal, like he just told Elena to do. "I was just telling him to stop trying to look in my windows when I'm getting dressed in the morning like some creepy perv." He raises his eyebrows at Elena, hoping she'll agree and walk away now.

"Uh yeah..." Elena clears her throat and scratches the back of her head awkwardly, "I'll..try and do that. Okay. I should go. Bye." She turns and walks away quickly in the direction of the school.

Stefan turns to his girlfriend with a smile now that they're alone, and Damon inwardly groans. Before Stefan can try anything, Damon speaks up, "I should go too. Can't be late for class. You know me..." He shuffles away, leaving Stefan waving at the back of Elena's head.

During third period, Mr. Shane's History class, Damon sits front row center in Elena's usual spot. They may have just had a field trip yesterday, but today is presentation day on a project they were assigned two weeks ago. Damon turns around to his usual spot in the back and signals to Elena that he doesn't have the assignment. He forgot her backpack at home, and on top of that, he doesn't know her locker combination. She glares back with his icy cool stare and he has to admit she looks much more intimidating as him than she ever was as herself. He shrugs and turns forward, thinking hard at what excuse he can say when it comes time for his turn.

"Ms. Gilbert," Mr. Shane calls, "You're up." After Elena doesn't rise from her seat to give her presentation, Mr. Shane prompts again, "Elena? Are you with us?"

"Oh, me, sorry," Damon says. He isn't used to being called 'Elena Gilbert'. He holds back the urge to shudder. "About the presentation..."

"Don't tell me you don't have it, Ms. Gilbert," Mr. Shane interrupts, seeming shocked and surprised that Elena could have possibly forgotten an assignment.

"Well, I was running late this morning, and I forgot my notes at home," Damon explains, using Elena's big doe eyes to plea her case, "I'm sorry, Mr. Shane. Can I give my presentation tomorrow?"

"I suppose so Ms. Gilbert, but it's going to be an automatic ten points off your final grade for being late. I hope you've prepared an excellent presentation." Mr. Shane turns his nose up disapprovingly and moves on to the next student.

Damon shoots an apologetic look over his shoulder at Elena, who is staring coolly past him at the chalkboard. The silent treatment. Nice. Damon is good at that game too. Besides, she's got no reason to be so mad. It's not his fault he forgot her homework. It's not his presentation. If she wants to be a little bitch about this whole thing, then so will he.

"Actually Mr. Shane, I think I remember," Damon says, raising up Elena's thin arm to grab the teacher's attention, "My speech, that is. I think I can give my presentation off the top of my head."

"All right then. Go ahead."

Damon stands up to face the class, smirking at the horrified expression Elena is giving him from the back of the class. He then smiles a pleasant, smarty-pants Elena Gilbert smile, at the class before stating, "Okay. The greatest living American..." He clears his throat, "I think the greatest living American is..." Long pause. "...J. Lo."

Mr. Shane raises an eyebrow. "J. Lo?"

"Yeah, you know, Jennifer Lopez."

"I'm well aware what J. Lo stands for," Mr. Shane elaborates, "I'm just wondering what makes you think she qualifies for such an honorable title as the Greatest Living American, Elena."

"Well...she's a singer, a movie star, she had a little bit of a thing with Diddy, and then that dude from, uh, Pearl Harbor? The thing about J. Lo is that she's from the streets, and now she's like this big movie star. She's still...really cool though. You know? She used to have a little, and now she's...got a lot. But she's still Jenny from the block." Scattered laughter from the class makes it harder for Damon to keep a straight face, but he wraps up, "And I think that's pretty damn great. Oh, and," Damon steps back and throws one of Elena's arms over Mr. Shane's shoulders, "She's an American. And she's living. So, that's why she qualifies." Damon smiles cheekily, causing Elena's face to appear cute as a button and dumb as a doorknob.

"O-kay," Mr. Shane says, dumbfounded. "Thank you Miss Gilbert. You may sit."

Damon glances at Elena as he sits and sees his raven head resting on the desk. She must be pretty mad. Oh well...

When the bell rings, Damon rushes out of the classroom, but Elena catches up pretty quick with Damon's longer legs. "What the Hell was that? J. Lo? J. Lo?!"

"What's the matter?" Damon says, pausing to talk with Elena in the middle of the busy hallway. "I thought that was pretty good. Don't you like J. Lo? I like J. Lo. She has a hott booty."

"Are you kidding me? A hott booty?" Elena repeats incredulously. She lowers her voice, noticing the odd looks they're getting from fellow class-mates. She tugs her smaller form down the hall a ways until they're standing in a less-crowded vicinity. "You made a complete fool out of me in there! You should have just kept your mouth shut after your lame excuse for not having the assignment! Now I look like a complete dumbass because you think someone with a 'hott booty' is qualifying for an honor such as Greatest Living American!"

"You're crazy," Damon says with a roll of Elena's brown eyes.

"And you're the biggest moron at Mystic Falls High, Damon Salvatore."

"I don't appreciate you calling me a moron, and you can forget about me doing you anymore favors, Miss Priss." Damon says haughtily, stalking off down the hall.

"Favors," Elena mumbles under her breath, "You can that a favor? Ha!"

"Hey there sexy," A feminine voice purrs into her ear. Her eyes are covered by cool hands that smell like strawberries and a wet sticky kiss is placed on her - well, Damon's - neck.

"Oh!" Elena jumps, putting a foot or so distance between Damon's body and the little blonde Barbie that Elena recognizes as the girl Damon was with yesterday. "Hey." She wipes the lipgloss off her neck, feeling disgusted by the sticky substance.

"Where have you been? I was looking for you." She says, bouncing up and down happily, causing her boobs to nearly jiggle out of the low-cut top she's wearing. She puts her arms around Damon's neck and presses her cleavage against his chest, stating suggestively, "My parents are going out of town tonight, so I was wondering if you wanted to come over?"

"Why would I do that?" Elena replies, hoping that playing cool about it will get this girl to back off.

Apparently not. "Mmm, because we'll be all alone. And I thought maybe we could," she presses her body even closer to Damon's and whispers, "get inside their hot tub and you can fuck my brains out like you did last time they went out of town. I really liked it when you..."

"Oh God," Elena pulls away quickly, "That's disgusting. I think I'm gonna throw up!" Elena runs down the hall to the boy's room and ducks inside.

After waiting until the slutty blonde has abandoned her post in the hallway, Elena exits the bathroom and hurries off towards the lunch room, hoping not to run into her again. At lunch, Klaus waves Elena over, and she joins him and a few other guys Elena isn't even sure the names of. She hopes they're not close friends of Damon's or they'll be in for a rude surprise when he ignores them.

"So, did Rebekah tell you the news?" Klaus asks, waggling his eyebrows at Damon.

"Ugh, yes," Elena shares, "She wants me to fuck her in your parents' hot tub."

"'Ey, what'd I tell you about that shit?" Klaus throws a carrot stick at Damon's head. "I don't care what you're doing with her, just don't give me any details!"

"Sorry," Elena replies quietly.

"Well," Klaus frowns, "What's wrong with you then? You've been weird all day."

"Nothing," Elena lies, "I just didn't sleep well last night." She wonders if maybe she should tell Klaus she's not really Damon; she's Elena Gilbert, and somehow she and Damon switched bodies last night. But what would Klaus Mikaelson do about it? He's just as big of an idiot as Damon is. But maybe...maybe Bonnie or Caroline would be able to help? Bonnie did always say her Grams insists their ancestors were witches of Mystic Falls.

"Didn't sleep well?" Klaus repeats unsympathetically. "Well snap out of it. We're meeting at Ric's for practice after school, and you have to be there."

"Practice?" Elena frowns. That kind of puts a damper on her plans to find and talk to Bonnie this afternoon. "What practice?"

"Band practice?" Klaus stares at his best friend like he took one too many stupid pills this morning. "You sure you're not stoned or something? You're...slower than usual today, Salvatore."

"I'm fine," Elena says firmly. "But I really can't make it today. I have a prior engagement...I can't get out of it."

"What do you mean you can't get out of it?" Klaus snaps, "You're the one who said no more missing band practice. What happened to entering that competition at the end of the month? If you're not taking this seriously, what am I wasting my time for? We both know I'm not half as good as you are Damon."

"Whoa, chill out, Klaus," Elena orders, giving him her best serious-Damon-face. "I know what I said. We just, we have to do it tomorrow."

"Can't you get out of whatever it is you're doing?"

"No, I can't. Sorry." Elena shrugs nonchalantly, knowing that is a very Damon-like move. She's seen him do it countless times before. "I'll see you later Klaus."

I can't do this, Elena thinks to herself. It's impossible. She can't be Damon Salvatore. She can't learn how to play guitar and be in Damon's band. She can't live the rest of her life pretending to be the step-brother of the boy she's currently in love with, although she's not one-hundred percent sure about that, so she hasn't told Stefan yet. She can't spend her life as a man, period. She wants to cry again, but she promised Damon she would try and act normal, and Damon wouldn't cry in school. Actually, Elena herself wouldn't want to be caught crying in school either, so she sucks it up and goes to class.

After last period, Damon is hoping to avoid Stefan on his way out to the parking lot, so he can get into Elena's car and drive home, where he...fuck. There's no fucking way to avoid Stefan! Elena lives right goddamn next door! It's inevitable that Stefan is going to try and kiss his girlfriend at some point, and Damon won't be able to tell him that it's not really Elena but himself, because Stefan would never believe something like that. And if he did believe it he'd be pissed because, well, he's been trying to kiss his brother all day; and that's weird, to say the least.

"Elena!" Stefan yells across the parking lot, smile lighting up his face. This schmuck sure does like Elena, like obsessively. Although Damon has a feeling part of it is the chase; he likes that Elena isn't willing to give it up easily, but he does want it. He wants to conquer her. And when he does, he'll move on. It's what Stefan does. He's just a gentleman about it.

"Stefan," Damon greets solemnly, "Hi." Great, just great, he thinks to himself.

"Where have you been all day, lovely Lena?" Stefan asks before stooping down to kiss her forehead.

"Just around," Damon shrugs. "Busy day. Sorry." He hasn't spoken to Stefan peacefully in a long time, and he doesn't know how to have a conversation with him anymore, especially not pretending to be his girlfriend. What the heck do Stefan and Elena talk about? Hell if he knows.

"Well are you busy now?" Stefan asks hopefully.

"Actually," Damon replies as he spots his body walk out of the school with the Bennett girl, "I am. Sorry Stefan. I'll call you later though?"

Damon jogs over to Bonnie and, well, Damon, and asks in Elena's voice, "He-ey, what's going on here?"

"Elena," Bonnie says with a sigh of relief, "Damon here," She gives him a disturbed look, "was just telling me something interesting about the two of you."

"Oh?" Damon glares at Elena accusingly, "Well you know him...what did he say, exactly?"

"I was telling Bonnie," Elena explains in an unusually snooty tone of voice for Damon's taste, "About what happened to us. I think she can help."

"Yeah, that," Bonnie raises an eyebrow at her best friend in a 'help me' expression. Damon isn't sure what Elena has in mind trying to tell Bonnie about their current situation, but she's clearly not buying it, and to keep an awful 'Damon's gone crazy' rumor from spreading, he's got to nip this in the bud. Now. "I don't really know what you mean, Damon. You look like yourself to me. And Elena looks like herself...so, Elena, do you feel strange today?"

"Not anymore than any other day," Damon replies, eyes on his blue counter-part's. "Damon, why don't you come with me." Without waiting for an answer, he grabs one of Elena's hands and drags off the blabber-mouth in the direction of her car. Surprisingly, in Elena's body, he is struggling to pull his own muscley form. "Why must you be so weak, Elena?"

"What?" Elena asks indignantly. "I am not!"

"Are too," Damon argues. "And what are you doing telling Bonnie Bennett about our situation for? I thought I was pretty clear we should keep this on the down-low until everything goes back to normal."

"And what if it doesn't go back to normal?" Elena asks, seeming on the verge of another break-down. "I think Bonnie can help. I don't want to be stuck like you forever."

"It's been like twelve hours, Elena," Damon points out, "Give it some fracken time. You're so damn impatient. If it doesn't...go back to normal soon, then you can talk to Bonnie. I don't care. But before you go around making me sound like an escaped mental patient let's see if we can figure this out ourselves."

"Fine." Elena agrees reluctantly, wanting badly to disagree with Damon. But he's right. Bonnie didn't believe what she was saying when the words were coming out of Damon's mouth. She's not going to be any help if she doesn't believe the story. "You have until the end of the week. But if this isn't back to normal by then, I'm telling somebody."

"Fine." Damon repeats bitingly. He's annoyed she thinks she's the only one affected by this; like she's the only one with a life and his means nothing. That's exactly how his dad and Isobel and Stefan feel about him. That's probably why Elena thinks it, too. Stefan probably brain-washed her even more into thinking he's an insufferable asshole. Whatever. Damon was going to give Elena a ride home, but Elena would never do that for him so he won't. He waves and sends a snarky smile in Elena's direction before hopping in Elena's car and driving off.

"Dick." Elena mouths to Damon. She can't stand him. The sooner she gets out of his body the better. She doesn't have a ride home with Klaus since she blew him off about band practice, so she's stuck taking the bus. Gross.

At home, Elena locks herself in Damon's disgustingly filthy room and distracts herself by tidying up. Once the room is clean, she sits down at the desk that has probably never been used to do homework on, and does Damon's homework. She wonders if she should go next door and get her backpack to do her homework too. Actually, she has an even better idea; she'll do his homework and write her name. So she's really doing her homework. Why should she help Damon get better grades just because her brain is stuck in his body?

She's tired after all the homework is finished, and kind of hungry too, but she realized she hasn't showerd all day. And being in this stinky boy body, she's actually starting to...smell. Ew. But if she takes a shower, she'll be required to not only see Damon's naked body, but touch it and wash it. That is just so awkward. Wait a minute...if she will see his naked body then that means he's going to see...

Just then, the stereo switches on next door and 'Sexy and I Know It' starts blaring from the speakers loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear.

"Oh my God! Damon you perverted little man..." Elena rushes over to the window and looks across the way into her bedroom. The sight she sees makes her angry, embarrassed, and a little...turned on? No, that's not right! Damon is putting on his after-shower show, dancing around in a towel, only it's Elena's body, not his, and he was definitely waiting for her to catch him in the act. He waves Elena's fingers and winks, running her hands up and down her body. Elena opens the window and shouts, "What do you think you're doing? You stop it right now, Damon! Stop that!"

Damon opens the window and whines, "Aw come on, why stop now? I was just starting to have some fun with you, Elena."

"You're disgusting," Elena states.

"Why? You can play with me too," Another wink.

"I don't want to," Elena denies, and she'll deny it no matter what he says or how she's feeling. "And I don't want you taking advantage of this situation. Just know that you're only seeing me naked because you're in control of my body. I would never do anything with you, Damon."

"You wouldn't do anything with anyone," Damon reminds her, "So is that really an insult? I don't know..." Damon shrugs Elena's petite shoulders and twirls her brown hair around a finger.

Elena grunts and she slams the window shut, not wishing to hear another word out of her mouth. She sighs and accepts that a shower is just something that's going to have to wait until tomorrow. Hopefully by then she'll be back in her own body, and Damon can scrub his own balls down in the morning. If he cares to. She doesn't care what he does with his balls, or anything else for that matter. She turns out the light, climbs into bed, and wills sleep to come. When she wakes up, she'll be back in her own body. She has to be. And if she's not, she's going to kill Damon.


A/N: I hope things didn't get confusing when talking about Damon/Elena in each other's bodies. I tried to make it as clear as possible who is who. Anyways, hope you liked:) Let me know what you think.