A/N: Whoa, another mid-week update. Let's all cross our fingers and hope I have enough time to keep this schedule going.


Waking up male had been quite a novel experience, Pyrrha admitted to herself as she marched Jaune back to their dorm room. Novel, and also horrifying. It wasn't as if she'd never wondered what it would be like to be a man. Goodness knows the thought had been an idle one, though, without any sort of wish to actually experience the ordeal. And it certainly hadn't involved Jaune, of all people.

Honestly, even if it had been Lie Ren she'd switched with, she could at least have managed to fake clinical disinterest or something. But Jaune? She could feel the redness creeping to her face as she opened the door for him and ushered him inside. The beds were still a mess. No one had bothered to make them in the rush that morning. The curtains were open, letting in the sun. The rest of the dorm was quiet.

"Alright," she placed a hand on her hip, "We're here. Get changed."

She had switched bodies, lost her ability to wield her own weapons, and had to fend off several students who thought it would be a good idea to wolf-whistle at her team leader, who happened to be trapped in her currently pajama-clad female body. How many more things could possibly go wrong today? She wondered as she watched Jaune dissolve into a stammering bundle of nerves following her request.

"Jaune, please," she said.

"Pyrrha, I don't think you understand," Jaune was still in Pyrrha's pajamas. The black school jacket worn overtop helped make up for the fact that she hadn't worn a bra to bed. A perfectly normal but in this case disastrous decision, as evidenced by the earlier wolf-whistlers. Jaune sat down on his bed, then quickly jumped back up, "I'm a teenage boy with raging hormones. Raging."

"Girls have hormones too, Jaune," Pyrrha herself felt quite strapping, sporting Jaune's armor and combat outfit. She rubbed the back of her neck, "Um. Actually, don't think about that. Think about changing into normal clothes. Who knows how long we'll be stuck as each other? You can't just stay in my pajamas for days."

"I didn't even think about that. What if this lasts more than a week? I'll have to shower," Jaune paled. The sleeves of his boy's uniform jacket drooped over his hands.

"You will not go an entire week without showering," That line had to be drawn. Pyrrha took his arm and turned him to face her, "I know it makes you feel uncomfortable, but you may as well just get it over with and change."

"I can't," Jaune blushed madly, probably because he was looking up into what appeared to be his own face. Pyrrha caught herself staring at his now emerald eyes and blinked just as he pushed away, pacing back to his bedside, "Look, I know I'm not really one to talk about honor or chivalry or whatever, what with my sneaking into Beacon and all, but my parents raised me to…" his sleeve slid halfway down his arm as he waved his hand in the air, searching for the right words, "to… well, I hope, anyway… to treat a lady like she ought to be treated. And this is your body—I can't just go undressing you or touching you or anything."

Well, that was just grand. Pyrrha sighed and leaned on the windowsill, arms crossed, the corners of her mouth fighting for a smile. Jaune stared her down with his green eyes, as if daring her to argue. She really couldn't stay mad, "Chivalry, huh?"

"Yes, chivalry," Jaune confirmed. He still couldn't decide what to do with his hands, and tried bracing them on his hips. Pyrrha covered her mouth quickly and cleared her throat to hide her laugh as Jaune continued, "Do you… uh… have a problem with chivalry?"

"Not so long as it's the right kind," Pyrrha got herself under control and stepped away from the windowsill, "So this is really a big deal to you?"

"It's not a big deal to you?"

"Of course it is, but I changed out of your bunny pajamas."

"Point taken," Jaune sank into one of the dorm's plain wooden chairs. "I probably wouldn't be able to figure out your outfit anyway. Girl clothes are complicated."

"What do you mean?"

He indicated Pyrrha's current attire, "I wear a short sleeved hoodie and jeans with some metal strapped overtop. You wear… some kind of warrior princess armor."

Pyrrha blinked, hearing her hometown's standard gear described as such, "It's really nothing fancy. You should see some of the designs back home. Mine's quite simple by comparison," she informed him, "Very functional, intended to allow for maximum freedom of movement."

"That's great and all, but how do you put it on?" Jaune asked. "How does it stay on? There are no straps or anything holding it up, are there?"

Pyrrha stared at him for a second, debating with herself about how much detail she should go into. She settled for a simple, "Well, it's pretty form fitting," and added, "There are a couple of layers, too. It's really not that difficult to get into. You just kind of put your arms through the first one and…"

"You, uh, don't actually have to explain it all. I'm pretty sure I won't be able to do it."

"I could help," Pyrrha offered offhand, and suddenly realized that this could be the solution to their problem. "In fact, I'll do that."

"That might be even weirder than me trying to do it myself," Jaune scuffed his heel against the chair leg, but Pyrrha was already in the wardrobe, getting her outfit together.

"No, really, I think it'll be fine. It's not like I'm seeing anything new, after all, and you're right, a couple of the zippers are hard to reach, and it's a bit tricky to lace the greaves on yourself if you're not used to doing it."

"Wait, where can zippers go where they'd be hard to reach?" Jaune rose, backing towards the door. "Are you sure about this?"

"We have mostly combat classes today. Even if you end up sitting out, it can't hurt to be prepared, right?" Pyrrha dumped an armload of armor and clothes on Jaune's bed, "And I really would appreciate being dressed a little more professionally during school hours."

"But I mean, you are kind of in my body, and I am kind of in yours, and if you're helping me get dressed, uh… that's sort of…"

"Jaune," Pyrrha took both his shoulders, stopping him, "It'll take five minutes, tops. You can even close your eyes if it makes you feel better."

"And you're really okay with this?" Jaune asked, grimacing up at her.

"I'm really, one-hundred percent okay with this," Pyrrha gave him a gentle shake. Well, maybe ninety-five percent okay with it. That was enough, though. "We'll do this, go get some lunch, and then figure out how to manage the rest of the afternoon's classes."

"O-okay," Jaune took a deep breath. He slid his school jacket off and draped it over the back of the chair. For a second he and Pyrrha just looked at each other, trapped in a void of unspeakable awkwardness. "So…"

"Right," There was nothing for it now but to forge ahead. Pyrrha took hold of the hem of Jaune's pajama shirt, "I guess close your eyes if you want, and put your arms up."

She had just pulled her sheer sleeping top up over Jaune's head when the door burst open, admitting Lie Ren. As in Nora, in Lie Ren's body.

"Ren, don't come in, Pyrrha's undressing Jaune!" she called cheerfully over her shoulder as she rummaged through one of the drawers in the bottom of the wardrobe for a pair of socks. Then she was back at the door. She wriggled her fingers at them, "See you at lunch!" and the door clicked shut.

Jaune and Pyrrha stared at the oak paneled door. Pyrrha had thrown the pajama shirt back at Jaune, who was now clutching it to his otherwise naked chest.

Pyrrha turned to Jaune gravely, "We could leave school."

"Or commit ritual suicide," Jaune squeaked, red all the way from his shoulders to the tips of his ears.

"Maybe we can stow away on one of the ships from Vacuo."

"Seriously, I know a nice rooftop we can jump from."


A/N: I'm so evil.

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