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Chapter 4
Damon woke up, feeling kind of different than usual.
Oh…he usually had a girl laying on his arm. They would stay asleep as he slipped out of their house.
Looking towards the sunlight coming through the window, he realized he'd slept past his usual time. She was probably up already, somewhere else in the house. These were pretty easy to get away from too.
All he had to do was fly out the window.
Trying to open the widow, he realized fact number one.
His arms were small, slender, and…hairless.
Fact number two was that he was wearing an oversized T-shirt….and right there, as he looked down at his short-short?- body, were two lumps on his chest.
The whole world stilled. The silence roared in his ears. Then it all became chaos as he rushed out the door, looking for the restroom.
Opening and slamming doors, rushing down the hallway until he reached the end. It was the only one locked. When he jiggled the handle, he heard an aged woman's voice say, "Just a sec, Bon."
Bon! As in Bonnie? That's where he was? And on the other side of the door was probably Bonnie's Grandmother. Cazzo*.
Looking back down at those…things…they could only be one thing…unless he grew two identical tumors overnight. A female chest. Boobs. Tits. Breasts. Whatever way he said it, it was still the same thing.
He took a step back. Then another, and another, until he bumped into the wall.
The bathroom door opened, and sure enough, there was the short, wise-looking woman he'd met last night. Except, she seemed to have grown...or maybe he' shrunk...
She smiled. "It's all yours, hon."
To Damon, trying to smile was like trying to shape a stone with bare hands, but he'd managed to bring a sort of smile to his face before he robotically made it past Grams and into the bathroom. As quick as he could, he closed the door behind him, locked it. For a few seconds, he kept his hand on the doorknob, clinging to the oak door, dreading to confirm what he already knew.
Slowly, reluctantly, he moved from the door closer to the mirror. And, with one last deep breath, he turned his eyes to the mirror as he moved in front of it.
What came out wasn't a minor curse, as the usual Damon would have done.
What escaped his…well, Bonnie McCullough's small mouth, was that of a panicked scream.
The same panicked reaction was happening a few blocks away, at an irrelevant person's house when Bonnie found a young woman wrapped around her. With a yelp and a push, she managed to get the girl off of her, but realized two things in the process.
One: the voice he used to yelp in was way deeper than her usual. Two: the arm she used to push the girl away from her was way bigger and way harrier than her own arm.
Which made her panic all over again. When she opened her mouth to scream, a guy's yell filled the room.
The woman woke up, rubbed her eyes and looked at her yawning. "Damon? Are you alright?"
Damon? Why was she calling out Damon's name?
She looked at the girl trying to wake up, and a feeling of dread started to form in her throat. "Where's the restroom?" She choked out, the deep voice freaking her out even more.
"Right across the hall." Bonnie ran for it like the hounds of hell were on her heels.
When she managed to close the door with shaky hands, she rushed to the mirror. The dark eyes in that pale face framed by dark sleek hair made her lose the will to stand, and she slumped-in Damon's body-until her back was against the cabinets, her eyes stared unsightly at the blank white wall in front of her.
"This must be a dream."
*Cazzo: Fuck.
AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Damon screamed! Ahahahahah! I am seriously rolling on the floor laughing! The laughter didn't even hit me until I read over it after I finished writing it. Sooooo hilarious!
And I'm sorry, I know most may not see Damon with hairy arms...in my story, he has a very small amount of it on his arms. Not caveman hairy, but he definitely has more hair than Bonnie would have on her arms. :D
But anyways, please tell me! Tell me if I did a good job of showing how they realized they were in opposite gendered bodies! I wanna know!
~Kyeire~
P.S: That means review...or else...
P.S about the P.S: Yes, that's a threat. X)