*CHAPTER 2*

Marinette's POV

Marinette was having a full blown panic attack on the bathroom floor. Her mind was everywhere, thoughts coming at her like a hurricane as she tried to process what was going on. She was in Adrien's body. Adrien Agreste, the model's body.

Adrien had abs. Adrien had ladybug themed underwear. His hair war softer than angels themselves. He smelled like vanilla. His nails were in better shape than hers. SHE was in ADRIEN'S BODY! This was just too much for her to take!

"Ohhhhhh...! This is a disaster! A disaster! A disaster! What am I gonna do!?" She said in a squeaky tone. It was odd for her, hearing Adrien's voice so high pitched and girly. She tried talking lower and blushed. She'd never known Adrien's voice could go so low! Then she remembered that she was in Adrien's body and it was back to the panicked, girly voice again.

A few minutes into her panic, She heard a knock the door and fell. 'Don't come in! Don't come in! Don't come in!' She thought furiously.

"Adrien? Are you in there?" A woman's voice said.

" Um, yeah " she said slowly, trying to sound as much like Adrien as possible, despite her racing mind and heart.

" I have laid out your clothes for the day on your bed. Please change into them and meet your father in the dining room at six o'clock for breakfast. " And then she was walking away before Marinette could say a word.

Six o'clock!? What time was it now? Suddenly, She felt guilty for ever complaining about not getting enough sleep. It seemed like Adrien hardly got any at all. Then she realized something even worse. She was going to have to change clothes... As Adrien!

She went right back to her silent panic attack.

'Come on Marinette. Think! There's got to be some way out of this!' She thought, but there didn't seem to be a way out of it, and she was starting to feel faint from panicking so much. She knew she had to do something though, so she stood up, walked out of the bathroom, and over to the bed with the clothes placed on it.

'Alright Dupain-Cheng.' She thought as she held up a fresh pair of underwear. She tried not to giggle as she thought about the fact that she was holding Adrien's underwear! ' You've got this. Just shut your eyes tight and try not to think about it.'

And that's exactly what she did as she carefully slid off the old pair of underwear with two fingers and put on the new ones, making sure not to touch any skin in the process. There. She had done it, and without seeing a thing. That wasn't so bad. Now all she had to do was put on the rest of the clothes.

'You can do this!' She chanted in her head and soon enough she was fully dressed in designer clothes, designed by Gabriel Agreste himself. She felt oddly proud, like she'd accomplished some strenuous task instead of just getting dressed for the day. A wave of confidence swept through her and she went back into the bathroom to brush her - well, Adrien's - teeth and fix up the golden silkiness that rested upon his head.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw something flash by. She heard a familiar swooshing sound, not unlike the one that Tikki sometimes made when she flew really fast. Had her kwami come to rescue her!?

"Tikki?" She whispered. "Is that you? "

No response. The swooshing noise faded away. 'Must have been my imagination.' She thought with a sigh. Of course, it wasn't her imagination. It was a very concerned Plagg who'd just figured out what was going on and was rushing to tell Master Fu.

Marinette drew up a conclusion that she needed to find Tikki. Soon. She would know what to do. But how would she get to them under the Gorilla's watch? And it wasn't like she could just show up at her home in the middle of the day, as Adrien, and search her bedroom. Her parents would freak out! Not to mention Mr. Agreste if he ever found out!

This truly was a disaster.

Adrien's hair looked just as good messy as it did done up. Maybe even better she thought. It looked oddly familiar, but she couldn't quite place her finger on why. She ran her fingers though it again, enjoying its it's silkiness one last time.

It was easier than she thought it would be for her to shape his hair with the gel. It just did whatever she wanted it to. She did her best to make it look like his normal hairdo and then moved on to his teeth, once again feeling proud of herself for such a small task. Once that was done, she looked in the mirror one more time to make sure she'd done a good job with the hair and clothes. When it appeared that she had, she went to find Adrien's phone to check the time.

Suddenly, an idea popped into her head. Maybe, if she called her own phone with Adrien's, Tikki would answer and know how to fix all of this. With that thought in mind, she began searching frantically around the room for the phone, trying to be quiet so as not to alert anyone that something was wrong.

Just when she was about to give up, she spotted it on his desk, in plain view, and mentally slapped herself for not seeing it earlier. She snatched it up and pushed the power button on it, only to be disappointed when it asked for a password. She had no idea what his password was. She'd already been down this road once after accidentally sending him a super embarrassing voice mail, but that problem was resolved. Unfortunately, this one wasn't.

Just then, something dawned on her. She had forgotten one very important thing. If she was in Adrien's body... Could that mean that Adrien was in hers!? Her heart skipped a beat and she felt yet another panic attack coming on but before she could even begin, the door opened and Natalie walked into the bedroom with a concerned look on her face.

Oh right! She'd completely forgotten that she was supposed to meet Adrien's father for breakfast in the midst of all of her panicking!

"Err, I just uh, got hair gel in my eye..."

" I'm sure Your father will understand." She said curtly. Then she turned briskly on her heels and walked back out of the room, guiding Adrien (Marinette) to the dining room where his father was waiting.

Marinette didn't even have time to freak out or think of a plan as she tried to keep up with Natalie's fast pace. All she could do was hope that Mr. Agreste wasn't too angry about her absence at breakfast.