continued from here -- @dreadwolftags
As much as she loved their little house in the country - the place which felt like home - it was forever cold. Or felt like it. Jonas’ presence usually helped - he was so tall that she usually fitted perfectly into the alcove of his body. It was always fun to wiggle her cold toes against him, making him get up to find some socks for her before cuddling once more. It was normal to wake up cold, to burrow into him, pressing cold fingers to his stomach and her nose to his shoulder. Which always made her smile when he made his sleepy little noises and they’d have another little cuddle as she melted enough to get out of bed. Or he did to put the damn heating back on.
Waking up to cold and a yelp from some distance place which was usually the rest of the house had Kitty going from sleepy, dozy land to flailing in 0.2 seconds. The first thing she noted was that she was on the wrong side of the bed - which felt wrong. Had she flailed that much? had Jonas got up early and she’d sought out the heat of where he’d slept? She rolled over and instantly became trapped in their blankets, her body feeling awkward as she moved to peer over the bed to see… her?
“J-jonas?” she whispered, a look of horrified shock on her features. Kitty wriggled, untrapping herself from the blankets and instantly pausing, legs half swung out of the bed as she realised those legs weren’t hers. Well, they could have been if she had her winter growth of hair leg but no, no, no. “What is going on? Jonas? please tell me that is you in me? Oh my god! Why am I you? is this a dream? obviously. It must be. Pinch me!” As Kitty rambled her voice grew higher, panic setting in as she tried to wrap her brain around what was going on.
If he had any doubts, the words that fell from her--his?--mouth confirmed the identity of the person inhabiting his body. Her flailing loosed his foot from the blankets, dropping to the cold floor. He was still stunned, but Kitty was freaking out, and a part of his mind clicked into action.
“Hey, shh,” he said, climbing onto the bed and wrapping arms around shoulders, much wider than he was used to holding. He rubbed her back, murmuring to her in the familiar but wrong voice. “Calm down,” he said, “it’ll be okay. We’ll figure it out.”
He pulled back to look in her eyes, to reassure her, but was presented with his own countenance. “This is so bizarre,” he muttered, looking confused.










