Switched

Chapter 2

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Uh-Oh we're in trouble…

Oh God! My head is killin' me? Did I get drunk last night? I can't remember? I'm gonna kill John! Damnit! God where the heck am I? I can't remember a thing about last night… Randy thought to himself as his eyes squinted open. He slowly got up out of the bed and froze when he saw a red, satin bathrobe lying on the floor.

What the hell? Did I score last night? Randy wondered to himself. He prayed to God he didn't take home some ugly chick. He carefully turned around to look at the other side of the bed…there was no-one there! No he was confused and pissed off. Did she not have a good time?

"Hello?" He called out then clamped his mouth shut. He was hallucinating right? That wasn't his voice. It couldn't be…that voice was too feminine…it wasCanadian!

Randy jumped out of bed and glanced down at his feet. He nearly fainted at the sight of them…pink toenails! Since when did the Legend Killer have pink toenails!

This is all a dream! It has to be! Randy desperately thought to himself. He glanced down and saw smooth tanned legs, and then he noticed the bottom of a red satin nightdress. He closed his eyes and counted to ten and opened them again. They were still there!

He brought his hands to his hair and felt the soft blonde waves against his skin. He then ran his hands down his face.

This isn't my nose…those lips are definitely too thin to be mine!

Randy then took a deep breath and tried to compose himself.

This is it…If I look down and I have (he shuddered) 'them' then it must be real.

The colour drained from his face as he realised he had two breasts and if he had breasts then he obviously knew what was missing.

To finally conform he was living his worst nightmare he wandered into the bathroom and saw the mother of hell staring back at him – Trish Stratus.

A maid outside frowned as she heard shrieking coming from Room 212. Shrugging her shoulders she whistled and continued her way down the hall.

I must have been really tired. God I had an early night as well. Is someone in the shower? Oh my god did I sleep with anyone? Is there a guy in here? Wait it'll be Maria…yes that's who it is.

"Hey man you want in here after me?" A voice called out causing Trish's eyes to open.

Ok! I am just hearing things or was that John Cena's voice I could hear? And why the hell is he calling me 'man' I am most certainly not! Trish thought to herself she glared at the door. She would be having words with him. She had no clue how she ended up here but if he had taken advantage of her he would pay big time for it.

"No its cool…I'll wait." Trish replied with a smirk then froze…that wasn't her! That was a guy's voice.

What's happening to me? Her eyes widened as she got up out of bed.

"Ok…look I'll just be 10 mins then I'll leave you…gotta go see Ashley." John called happily and Trish didn't reply as she was convinced she was having a dream – a bad one!

Ok girl relax…just take a deep breath and count to ten…this isn't real. She tried to confirm this by running her hands down her front. She frowned when she felt cotton against her skin.

Since when did I wear cotton pyjamas…silk for Stratus! Oh My God! I've lost them! I've lost my breasts! I'm flat! I'm muscly! I'm disgusting! Trish wailed to herself. She looked down and saw manly looking legs. She held her hands out in front of her…her French Manicure was gone! She had no nails.

If I am not me…then who am i? Most importantly whose in my body? This is bullshit! This is all a dream! Trish told herself but cried out in pain as she stubbed her toe against the side of the bed.

"FUCKINGSTUPIDSHITTYBED!" Trish exclaimed as pain swept from her big toe. She froze when she realised you can't hurt yourself in dreams and most importantly…John Cena was watching her with an amused look on his face. She also noticed he only had a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Are you checking me out Orton?" John asked raising a brow snapping Trish out of her thoughts…she hadn't realised she was staring.Hold up! He didn't call me Orton did he? Oh no! Of all the people…

"What! NO! No! I'm just…um…sleepy! Yeah I'm still a little sleepy." Trish stammered hoping he would fall for it.

John just shrugged and walked over to his bed. He grabbed a blue shirt and jeans.

"I left the shower on for you man." John said not looking at him.

Trish remained rooted to the spot…she couldn't believe this was happening…how? Why? She then remembered bits of last night…coming out of the locker room…Maria…bumping into someone…Ariel!

John was unaware 'Randy' was still there and he pulled the towel down and turned around to get his underwear.

Trish's eyes widened as she saw how big Cena was. No wonder Ashley raves about him.

"Randy are you okay man…" John asked as he slipped his clean underwear on.

Trish tuned to face and tried to hide the fact she was blushing by looking at the ground.

"Dude are you blushing?" John asked confused.

That did it…Trish wanted out of there…she wandered over to the door and went to open it but mentally slapped herself as she had no clue what room she was in just now. She took a deep breath before asking John.

"Um I'm err… fine…what floor are we on?"

John just stared at him.

"Um 3 why?"

"What room is this?" Trish demanded.

"317…look man are you sure you're ok? What about your shower?" John called as Trish opened the door and rushed out.

"Don't panic…Randy I'm sure this is a mistake…oh this is fucking great! I'm talking to myself now as if this day couldn't get any worse!" Randy cried as he paced the room. He couldn't believe it! He was Trish! He was Trish fucking Stratus!

Suddenly someone knocked…no battered on the door. Randy didn't know what to do! He couldn't open it in this state! What if they were looking for Trish! He prayed they would go away but they didn't they continued to bang on the door.

Go away! Randy whispered to himself.

"Randy Orton open this door! I know you'rein there!" Trish hissed from outside.

Randy paused that was his voice! He cautiously unlocked the door and was practically flung to the other end of the room.

Trish glared at him her eyes full of hatred. She waited until the door was locked before she began screaming at him.

Is that what I look like when I'm angry…I look hot! Damn I am good at glaring… Randy thought to himself and smiled slightly.

Trish saw him and this caused her to become even more enraged. She was red in the face and she marched over and looked at herself in the eye which she found extremely weird.

"Damnit Randy are you even listening to me? Did you hear anything I just said?" Trish angrily asked him and he glared back at Trish.

"No but I think everyone else now knows about our current situation!" Randy told her and she shut up.

Randy ran his hands through his new blonde hair, unsure of what to do.

"Don't do that!" Trish cried swatting his hand away.

"Do what?" Randy asked frowning.

"Touching my hair…in fact you better not touch any part of my body!" Trish warned him and he grinned.

"Is that so? What are you gonna do come in and wash me or better yet dress me everyday because you hate the thought of me touching you?" Randy asked and Trish knew she sounded stupid.

"Fine. But if I catch you touching my breasts or any other inappropriate areas I will kill you…better yet I'll cut these off!" Trish declared in a smug voice as she pointed to Randy's crotch.

Randy scowled at her then smiled slightly.

"Fine you do that and I'll just have to flirt with Big Daddy V!" Randy exclaimed victorious.

Trish's eyes widened in horror.

"You dare do that! Oh I get it! You think you're real smart don't cha Orton well guess what how smug will you be when the world hears about your little encounter with John Morrison!" Trish hit back and folded her arms a grin formed on her face.

"What encounter…you wouldn't dare!" Randy protested but Trish just grinned at him.

"Whatever! Look this isn't helping us. You want your body back (Trish mouthed duh at him but he ignored her) and I want mine! Do you have any idea as to how this could have happened? Cause I don't all I can remember is coming home from the club feeling really tired." Randy told her as he sat on the bed.

Trish walked over to the bed and sat beside Randy.

"I got that too…man this is so…" Trish began and Randy smiled and replied.

"Fucked up?"

"Yeah…you could say that." Trish smiled a little then turned to Randy.

"Ariel…"

"Trish this isn't the time for playing the Little Mermaid…." Randy sighed and Trish rolled her eyes and slapped her arm.

"Owww! Ha! You hit yourself! Oooh that's gonna leave a mark!" Randy said laughing.

"Look shut up jackass! Not that Ariel! The other one! I bumped into her last night and she was acting all weird…she told me weird things were gonna happen…Beware…" Trish told him as she slowly remembered what happened.

"Beware what?" Randy asked not getting it.

"Beware the dark haired man…That's it! Come on we gotta go catch us a mermaid!" Trish declared.

Randy got up still in awe what had happened to him. He joined Trish at the door and frowned when the robe he spotted from earlier was flung at him.

"Put it on." Trish commanded.

"Why?" Randy asked as he slipped it on and tied it tight.

"I don't want you or anyone else looking at my body." Trish told him harshly.

"Um newsflash…its my body and If I wanna walk naked down the hall I will!" Randy pointed out.

"John Morrison." Trish replied and grinned when Randy grumbled and marched past her.

Trish unlocked the door and slipped the key into her trouser pocket. The sooner they found Ariel the better…soon this nightmare would be over…or would it?

A/N – Ok please review and the next chapter will be up soon xxx

xXxArwenxXx