Warning,: This is mature. If you are not mature, then don't continue, there will be a lemon later in the story. there are bad things that are going to happen. beware of Gender bending.
Disclaimer: Do I look like I own Ed? If I did, he'd be my little slave, not starring in my fan fictions.
A/N: I will flip between Ed and Winry's POV's...read first chapter thing for more details.
Winry's point of view
Winry Rockbell's mind was never that sharp in the morning. Her recent change of occupation had magnified this fault. Yet for the first time in monthes, she didn't feel fatigue cling to her limbs and fog her brain. She raised her hand and rubber her eyes.
"OW!" she exclaimed in a voice not her own.She looked confusedly at the hand she had managed to poke herself in the eye with.
Again it was familiar, but not her own. After all, who knew Edward Elric's hand better than it's creator? Puzzled, Winry lifted a leg that did not belong to her either. Yup, that was Ed's too. And covering most of the leg, Ed's black pants.
But why was Ed's arm and leg attached to her? Why was she in his clothes? Why did she not recognize her surroundings? She sat up, trying to think just a little bit better. Had she been kidnapped? That would explain something things, but not much...Then she noticed it, mainly simply because she had sat up. This strange lightness...such a contrast to the automail...then it clicked.
"WHERE ARE MY BOOBS!!!!!!!" she screamed.