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Chapter 2: To Know Your Enemy

It didn't take Riven long to get a taxi. Being a beautiful woman had its perks. Even with the scowl his new body had pasted on "her" face, Aisha's former looks were down right celestial. Riven threw the guy some money and jumped out before hearing the compliment. Riven walked to the backyard and looked up to room's window. "Fly." Riven commanded his body. Nothing happened, "Come on, fly!" Riven jumped up with his hands in the air; but, gravity kept him on the ground. Riven smacked his teeth and looked around for several pebbles. After collecting a handful, he tossed them at his window.

Aisha was pacing the floor. How did this happen? Why did this happen? Of all people, why Riven? A tap at the window broke her from her thoughts. Aisha raised the blinds and the window. Looking down was uncanny; she couldn't believe she wasn't dreaming. Riven was in that same state of shock looking at what would normally be a reflection. Aisha broke the silence first. "Riven, is that you?"

"Who else would it be?" He answered like it was common knowledge. It wasn't; Aisha didn't know if it was just them or if the entire Winx and Specialists were cursed. "Let me in."

"Fly up."

"I ca- don't want to." Riven said folding his arms stubbornly.

Aisha rolled her eyes and jumped down. She landed next to him. It was weird towering over somebody. Aisha was always average height. So looking down at someone, especially "herself" was weird. Riven was feeling the same way. He didn't want to be looked down on for any reason. He wasn't happy about this spectacle. He disapproved greatly on what Aisha had his body wearing. Loose baggy jeans and a jersey? Where did she even find that? Aisha was thinking the same thing looking at him. He made her wear a plain, black dress that did nothing for her and wasn't her style; she bought that dress for funerals. Knowing that Riven was in her body, dressing, undressing, and touching it made her want to die. To make matters worse, her hair was a mess. Her braids were unraveling and frizzy. Riven must not have wrapped her hair last night. Could she blame him for that? Aisha wasn't sure when they switched. She couldn't remember anything past the party and argument with him. She wasn't even sure if she dreamed.

Riven kept his arms folded and walked around the house and then inside. He didn't say anything to his teammates and kept walking to his room with Aisha. Brandon and Timmy looked at each other speechless and confused; Helia was bracing himself for an inevitable argument. Sky wasn't there at the moment. Riven closed the door and sat on his bed. "They're going to catch on that something is wrong."

"They should. I'd never come here with you. They should see from that appearance that something is very wrong."

Riven scoffed. "Yeah, and that one is so much better." He said sarcastically.

"What's wrong with it? I like it."

"I'd never wear that."

"Well I'd never wear that!" Aisha declared looking at that lifeless dress. "I did your hair, you could have at least done mine."

"You care too much about your looks to be a feminist."

"Caring about your looks isn't anti-feminist. There is nothing wrong with wanting to look nice as long as I'm doing it for myself and not society's approval. You care a lot about your looks to be a man."

"Don't go there."

"You started it. Ugh, Riven, let me at least fix the hair."

"Fine, whatever."

Aisha sat on the bed and guided Riven to the floor between her legs. Because the braids were so thick she could take them out with her fingers; however, she wasn't used to such thick, masculine fingers. It was taking longer than it usually would; she knew Riven wouldn't help if she asked. "How long are we stuck like this anyway?"

"Probably until we understand each other and connect." Riven had seen a movie based on this situation before. They broke the curse when they found common ground.

"We're going to be stuck like this forever..." Riven didn't want to admit that he agreed.

Riven's door opened immediately after a loud knock. Sky entered dressed in his civilian clothes and a regal presence. Riven glared at him, wishing he would go away. Sky looked at the two curiously. It was weird enough to see them together, especially alone and not fighting. It was even weirder to see "Riven" playing in "Aisha's" hair and "Aisha" being fine with it. He couldn't help but ask. "What's Aisha doing here?" He was genuinely perplexed.

"She's minding her own business. You should do the same." Riven answered. Aisha pulled on a braid; Riven winced and muttered.

Sky looked slightly hurt. He expected that response from Riven; but, for "Aisha" to be rude to him stung. He thought they were friends. "I didn't mean it in a bad way, Aisha. I was just surprised to see you here. I wanted to see if you guys wanted to hang out with the girls; but, I see you have your hands full."

"..." Aisha tried to speak and explain what looked to be her rude reaction; but, the words would not come out of her mouth. By the time she was able to speak again, Sky was gone. "You could at least try to act like me."

"You act this way."

"I do not act like that. I am not mean to Sky."

"You're mean to me."

"I try not to be; but, when you act like this, it's hard not to. You're a jerk and that was completely uncalled for."

"It's uncalled for Sky to enter my room without permission. He may be a king; but, he's not my king."

"Everyone deserves respect."

"Yes, and to get it, you must give it. Even you have to agree with that. I don't walk into Sky and Brandon's room unwelcomed and they won't do the same to me."

"Whatever, Riven. It's really not that big of a deal."

"You asked." Riven replied. "Are you done?"

"Not even close. You could help."

"It's not my hair. Beside this is insane. Can't you use magic to do this?"

"I'm sure my powers are with you; and, you obvious can't use them."

"...I'm sure fairy powers are triggered by bubbly emotions I don't have."

"Mine are triggered by a sense of duty. You need to concentrate, I know you feel your Winx power within."

He did. Great, Riven was a fairy. "This is ridiculous."

"Don't forget to" Aisha posed "at the end."

"You've got to be kidding me!" Riven's new face expressed pure disgust. "And don't you ever make me do that again."

"You should be secure in your masculinity enough to deal with me showing you my Winx moves."'

"Then you should be secure in your femininity when I shave your head."

"I would be; but, if you did, I'd play you worse."

"Just don't do anything remotely Winx in my body." Riven got up and went to the closet. He picked out several things and tossed them on the bed. "Wear these during the week."

"I don't plan on being in this body long enough for a week's worth of clothes." Aisha frowned at the attire he chose; but, she didn't have anything against it. "Have Flora help you with my wardrobe."

"We accomplished nothing today."

"We certainly did not."

(A/N) I may switch from Aisha to Layla at times. The details of locations may suck because I don't watch the Winx that much.

Next Chapter: What happens when Aisha and Riven try to tell others what's wrong?