So this is the first real chapter of this fan fiction and I really hope you'll enjoy reading it :) Let me know what you think about it!
When she woke up, Charlotte felt horrible. Her head was aching and her body felt heavy and slow. She reached for her forehead in order to brush away her head. When she couldn't feel her curls in her hand, but very sleek, shorter bangs, she froze in the action. Had she visited a hairdresser the other day without her remembering? She decided that she was nothing but very sleepy and so she rubbed her eyes before sitting up slowly. She would have to plant several crops that day and she wanted to have her coop built by Robin the next day so she had to gather some more lumber. Wasn't there any light coming into her small cabin or why was it this dark anyway? And then, she finally thought of having lost her mind. Where was she? She had never seen this dark room before. It only had small windows in the very top corner of two walls which were painted in a dark grey colour. The wooden floor was dark as well and in one corner was a desk with a large screen on it. There was a bookcase stuffed with comic books and action figures. Where the hell was she? She stood up and noticed immediately how low the ceiling was... Or she had grown overnight. Charlotte shook her head and tried to punch herself awake, she was dreaming, obviously, but no matter how hard she pinched herself, she simply wouldn't find herself in her own bed again. Had she been roofied and kidnapped? She brushed her arm nervously and looked down in confusion. Since when was her arm covered with black hair? Where were her freckles and why were her arms this masculine anyway? Suddenly, she packed her breasts or, at least, the place where her breasts were supposed to be. Sure, they had never been this large but they weren't invisible either.
"Come on Charlotte, wake up... Wake up...", she muttered to herself but there was no way she could. What was this? Had she discovered drugs last evening and this was a trip and she didn't remember the origin of it? Hell, she was 24! She had managed to stay away from drugs for all her teenage years and those were supposed to try out stuff like this, weren't they? There wasn't a single mirror in the room so she went over to the desk in order to see her reflection in the screen but it was matt and she could only see her outlines. When she sighed out in frustration, she let her fingers run through the shoulder-long hair on her head. She had always hated her freaky curls but right then, she didn't want to feel anything else in her hands. She rose an eyebrow before moving the computer mouse lightly. The screen flickered and was released from standby. There was it. The big 'Hello Sebastian' before her eyes and her jaw fell. Sebastian? The Sebastian? The nerd who never had wanted to talk to her? How did she come here and why did she feel like she looked like him? What kind of sorcery was this?!
"Sebby, I know you probably worked hard yesterday and didn't have much sleep but I need you to help me with... Oh, you are awake. I didn't expect this." Charlotte looked up in horror, meeting the suspicious look on Robin's face. Robin. Robin, mother of Sebastian. She had a cup with a steaming dark beverage in it. Charlotte past her hastily and almost stumbled when stairs appeared in front of her. She shook again before and went upstairs where she almost ran into Demetrius who was holding a large pot in his hands. There was the tomato plant in it, Charlotte had gifted him the other day. She didn't mind asking him how it was doing since she simply wanted to go back to her farm and so she opened the front door and left.
She passed Linus' tent and followed the path to her farm. She felt something in her back aching and she frowned. What was going on with this body? After some time of running, at first she hadn't noticed she had started running to her farm, she felt like there was no oxygen left in her lungs. She breathed heavily and asked herself immediately if she had aged ten years overnight. If this was really Sebastian's body she was stuck in – What she really didn't hope – he would have to get in shape or otherwise he would suffer from pain for the rest of his life, once his youth left him. When she reached her farm, she threw open the door and looked at what she saw in disbelief. There she was – Or at least her body – lying in her bed, one arm over her eyes, some hair in her mouth and another hand resting on one of her breasts. What time was it, anyway? Charlotte was supposed to tend her crops by then and there her double lay lazily and slept in. The real Charlotte drew closer to her bed and pulled on the blanket.
"Get up, whoever you are!", she hissed and her eyes widened when she heard her voice. It wasn't hers and when she thought about it, she sounded exactly like the town's emo.
"Not now Maru...", the other one mumbled and turned around. Maru? How could Charlotte ever explain why it seemed like she and Sebastian had swapped bodies? And why did it feel like it had been a bad deal for Charlotte?
"I'm not Maru, and you should really hear that. Don't you even know your own freaking voice?", Charlotte asked and pulled harder on the blanket. Suddenly, her borrowed body developed a strength she hadn't expected and she won over the object of desire. She watched her real body dropping to the floor and flinched when she saw it. Her hand wandered immediately to the place where her arm had hit the floor but she couldn't feel anything. Of course, she was touching Sebastian's body after all.
Sebastian got up slowly, not knowing what was going on and why anybody would be this rude towards him and throw him out of bed just like that? When he saw his face hovering over him, he backend and fell backwards onto the bed again.
"What the fuck?!", he cried out and when he heard his voice being all girly and high, he covered his mouth with a hand. A perfectly soft and small hand, he recognized. "What the fuck...", he muttered while looking down and noticing the breasts below him...
"Hey! Eyes are up here!", his fake-self stated angrily and shook him lightly. Sebastian must have been dreaming. What the hell was going on, why was he in the farmer's house and why the hell had he developed breasts? Hell, he should stop smoking whatever Sam always brought back from Zuzu.
"Who are you?", he asked confusedly and he saw his face cocking an eyebrow.
"I'm Charlotte, actually. And you are Sebastian and you have the honour to be stuck in my body. And I have no idea what the actual fuck you did to us, but I want you to re-do it!", she exclaimed and he shook his head slowly. He wanted to brush his bangs out of his hair but then he felt the curls in his hand and stopped. He turned around and lay down again, his face being pressed into the pillow. "What the hell do you think you are doing?", the other one hissed but Sebastian only shrugged. "I'm obviously dreaming so I'm going to go back to sleep and when I wake up, I'm in my room again and everything will be okay.", he mumbled and he felt a hand grabbing his shoulder and pinning him to the wall behind him.
"I'm not kidding, Sebastian. Something made us swap our bodies overnight and now we have to find out how to get out of this! Fast!", Charlotte told him and Sebastian blinked at her in confusion. She nodded and Sebastian slowly but surely understood that this wasn't a trip nor a dream – If anything it was a nightmare – and he had no idea how to react. His hands played with a curl and his gaze slowly made its way back down to his chest. Or rather Charlotte's chest. He blushed before looking up again and staring at his opponent's angry eyes.
"Don't you dare to enjoy this in any way!", she threaded but Sebastian simply smirked.
"I think we should make the best out of it.", he said and shrugged. Charlotte rolled her eyes. "Why are you wearing only boxers anyway?", he asked and Charlotte looked down at herself.
"Do you really think I had any time to change? When I realized what was going on, your mum came in and looked at me like a ghost.", she explained and folded her arms in front of her chest, trying to hide whatever she wanted to cover from his eyes.
"Of course she did. You were awake.", he stated dryly and Charlotte still couldn't believe how he was this relaxed. Well, in her opinion, he had any reason to be, he had the good part of their deal. He had this healthy, sporty body now and the only thing he had to do was to keep it that way. Charlotte let herself sinking down next to him because realisation suddenly hit her like a train. She had no idea how long this state would last and what she could do to repair everything. She wasn't sleeping. She was fully awake and sober and completely powerless. She felt a tear running down her cheek and she couldn't hold it back. She felt her shoulders shaking and her black bangs fell into her face. What if this had to be her life now?
Sebastian felt helpless as well when his body next to him started sobbing and crying. He awkwardly patted his shoulder. He himself hoped that this wasn't a permanent state they were in. He was about to be invited to a job interview in Zuzu and he had planned to leave Pelikan Town at the end of autumn. But there were so many more things crossing his mind. Why him? Why her? Why the hell has it had to be her? Why not Abigail, he wouldn't have been completely okay with being stuck in his buddies body, of course, but it would have been far better. He knew Abigail better, the two of them had spent their childhood together, hell, they had even slept with each other at some point. When his thoughts took him down memory road and stopped there, he felt his face redden. He would have to get a shower at some point. At some point, he would need to undress and the thought of it almost made him throw up. Not because he thought she was unattractive or anything. It was rather the opposite that made him feel nasty. He thought she was the most gorgeous girl he had ever met and he was now confronted with this harder than ever. He wasn't a pervert! The sobbing next to him remembered Sebastian that there were more important things to manage right then.
"Hey, calm down. You are me now. Men don't cry.", he tried to cheer her up. She looked up and when he saw this look of disbelief in her eyes – His eyes – he almost cracked up. Hell, he had the best mirror ever in front of him and he had never seen this look on his face before.
"You are an emo! You are moping around town all day long – Let's say all night long – and when you talk to me, you only tell me about how sad everything here is. And you tell me that you usually don't cry?", she asked and Sebastian shrugged.
"I don't, actually. And I'm not an emo. I only like the colour black.", he stated and she managed to calm down a bit.
"There are many things we have to talk about but first we need to tend my crops. Now that you are me, you have to learn how to do so.", Charlotte demanded and got up hastily, brushing those annoying bangs out of her face. "Seriously, how can you run around like this with half of your hair in your face like all the time?", she asked.
"I don't know. I guess, the fact that you still make me run around shirtless doesn't do any better.", Sebastian replied. "Do you have an idea what my mum has to think of me right now?", he asked and Charlotte shrugged.
"I don't really care what your mum thinks. And she's cool. She's probably the coolest person around, so don't cry and brush my teeth. We don't want to make them bad, do we?", she asked and cocked an eyebrow. Sebastian sighed heavily and got up. She led them into her small bathroom where she showed him everything he had to know. Not that he had really listened to her but he figured toothpaste and water would do it just as well.