I was practicing
The famous morning after.
Something was off
The first thing Syaoran was aware of in the morning was Sakura stirring. His mind still clouded by a heavy blanket of sleep, he decided to do nothing with this information but pull her a little closer. His Sakura. Their bed. Their sleep.
When she stirred again, he felt something was off. As he was still quite asleep, he had no clue what. Did something happen? Maybe it was just that he was in bed with Sakura, because he had been away for quite a while this time.
No, wait. He knew. Sakura had been a boy when he returned. The body now shuffling against him was Sakura's, but it was male. That's why it felt like something was off.
He sighed contently, happy to have found out the problem without having to wake up, and snuggled into her hair a little closer, pressing her to his chest. Which gave a bit more counter-pressure than he was used to, but that must be because of her being male.
She shifted again in his arms, and suddenly her body jerked.
She must have realized the same thing he did.
"Syaoran!" He jolted away as she suddenly squealed happily, releasing her body but not yet opening his eyes. He was tired, damnit.
He rolled over to his stomach, trying to convey the message without needing to open his mouth. He wasn't awake enough to articulate any word. To his surprise, something pressed into his chest as he rolled over. How did that cushion come in between them? Why did it feel so uncomfortable?
As he slowly cracked his eyes open, he was met with his princess' face, looking half happy and half concerned. She pressed an arm to her breasts chastely, like she would usually do in the morning. She always remained so shy.
She was a girl.
He was laying on a painful cushion.
Syaoran screamed as he shot upright, pressing both arms against his unusually voluminous chest. He looked at Sakura bewildered, and she was now giggling in a mix of amusement and discomfort.
"Sakura!" He screeched, pressing his legs – her legs – together.
"Don't worry Syaoran," she giggled, "it seems like it passes within a few days. And you won't need to shave. Now, shall we go to breakfast, or would you rather stay in my room today?"
