Rachel stared at herself. Her brain, making slow leaps of comprehension, suddenly snapped into focus when she saw herself reach out a hand. Screaming, Rachel scrambled backwards, getting tangled in the sheets before falling with a thud onto her shoulders on the carpet. Gagging as her stomach rose into her throat and her shoulders throbbed, too stunned to really register what had happened, the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes were two impossibly long, pale legs splayed against the side of her bed. Following the line of them down, her breath hitched when she saw disproportionate breasts for her body and a thin veil of blonde hair covering her eyesight.

"Britt… Ney…?" she croaked.

Rustling, and Rachel's head and shoulders popped over the edge of the bed. Who must be Brittany looked hesitant, "Are you going to scream again?"

Rachel's face went hot, her body trembled, and she let out a weird breathy sob-laugh.

Taking that as some kind of answer, Brittany smoothly crawled down to join her on the floor, pulling her knees up to her chest as she leaned back against the side of the bed, near the legs Rachel still had splayed out. "Do you feel as bad as I do?" she asked curiously.

Rachel shut her eyes tightly, not wanting to look at anything. "I don't know," she husked, her awkward position putting pressure against her lungs. Now that she realized she was truly awake and this was truly happening, she couldn't help but mentally take stock of how her… This body felt, top to bottom. Brittany's left calf felt a little stiff, and there was an itch at the base of her head; aside from that and her bruised back and nausea and headache, she felt alright.

"I feel like I did after Santana's dad pumped my stomach."

"Why did he pump your stomach?" she asked, barely paying attention. Her tumble off the bed hadn't helped her headache at all, and it was taking most of her power to prevent herself from hyperventilating at the sound of Brittany's voice coming out of her mouth and her voice coming from someone else's.

"I put too much sand into one of Sue's shakes. It tasted really nasty, but I was too hungry, and I… Drank all of it." Rachel's voice wrinkled up with disgust, "Santana had to drive me to the hospital, and it was really scary because she got so upset with me that she started crying." Brittany paused. Then, in a very quiet, sad voice, she added, "I don't like it when Santana cries…"

Feeling her stomach start to settle and knowing she had to move soon, Rachel slowly pulled her legs off of the bed. "Santana cares about you," she grunted, pushing herself up onto her hands and knees. Brittany's body was just too… Long. It was throwing everything she did off.

"Santana cares too much." Sighing, Brittany shifted Rachel's body onto her knees, watching Rachel as she attempted to stand up. She wrinkled her brow. "Did we drink last night?"

"What?" Rachel snapped her head up from the bed post she had wrapped one hand around, then immediately looked away again, biting her lip. Looking at herself made her entirely too uncomfortable. "Why?"

Brittany stood up, "Because you're moving like I'm drunk. Or hungover. Or like when I hit my head against the piano last year and forgot how to use a knife for three months."

Rachel gritted her teeth and hauled herself up, almost hugging the bed post as the room swayed. "While you seem to be having no trouble adjusting to my shorter height, the sudden six inch growth I now have to contend with is completely throwing my balance off. I am hoping," she groaned, moving to take a seat on her bed, "That your body's muscle memory will kick in soon. Otherwise it's going to be quite exhausting."

Brittany sat down next to her. "Why can't we just switch back?"

Another laugh-sob left Rachel's mouth. "That would be wonderful if I knew how it happened in the first place! Because I don't know that, and frankly, I'm not even sure I'm really believing this is happening, you know – in reality? – so I am completely and utterly unable to figure out how to do so! If you know how, please, by all means, inform me!"

Her words rang in the room, and Rachel immediately dropped her head into her hands, trying to ignore the completely unfamiliar feeling of her face.

Brittany stood up, but she didn't stop her deep, calming breaths. Vaguely aware of her moving around the room and picking things up and down, it wasn't until she heard the distinct sound of someone taking off clothes that Rachel looked up.

"Brittany!" she screeched, jaw dropped, "You put that back on!"

"But Rachel…" Brittany looked up from where she had just pulled off the shirt Rachel recognized as the one she had worn to school the day before, leaving Rachel's upper body in just her padded camisole, "It's totally okay because I'm you and you're me."

Shaking her head, Rachel gingerly rose from the bed. Reaching Brittany while trying very hard not to look directly at her, she snatched the shirt from her. "Britt, no," she forcefully grabbed Brittany's arms to slide them back into the sleeves, "I cannot even begin to express how much I do not want you looking at me." The thought of Brittany not only being in her body but seeing it didn't make her feel any better, both physically and mentally.

Brittany gave her a suffering look, then successfully managed to get away with only one arm sleeved, the shirt hanging from her shoulder. She quickly shrugged it off again. "Rache," she modulated Rachel's voice into sounding like she was chiding a small child, which served to unnerve Rachel greatly, "I don't mind if you look at me. You're me, and I'm you, remember?"

Then, with a smile and before Rachel could stop her, Brittany unzipped and pushed Rachel's skirt down.

A/N: If you're worrying, don't be. There's a reason Brittany's stripping Rachel. It's not just to be pervy. ;}